#justagutfeeling

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@justagutfeeling !!

(sms): Do you want to come over later?

[startwithoutme]

❤

@justagutfeeling | meme | accepting

send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family.• I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

[darahdemonis]

@justagutfeeling replied to your post: @justagutfeeling: [ excuse ] [ can you really...

[ if someone just took video of us we would be just as cute tho ]

[ yOU SAY TO UR CINEMATOGRAPHER GIRLFRIEND. DON’T GIVE ME IDEAS ]

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@justagutfeeling 

❝ am i interrupting something, commander? ❞

[darahdemonis]

@justagutfeeling

Tying his hair up as he escaped from the cold of winter into a much nicer, warmer, brighter environment of his boyfriend’s coffee shop, Magnus couldn’t help but smile at the immediate smell of, well, coffee. He’d been awake for days working, and he knew he hadn’t really made enough time for Jim so he figured he may as well kill two birds with one stone.

Not that he wanted to kill Jim he just --- was way too tired to try and analyze why his brain was working the way it was.

Gliding up to the counter where he’d spotted his beautiful blue-eyed darling, Magnus cracked an even brighter smile --- and who would have ever thought that would happen over a human again? Probably Ragnor, he had always known Magnus better than Magnus seemed to know himself sometimes.

“Well hello there, darling.”

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@justagutfeeling, continued from (x)

It’s been weeks. Weeks since he left, weeks since they heard from him. They’ve been telling her to just let it go. But she can’t. She just can’t believe that he’s gone. She knew the risks of letting him go, but he was the only one that knew the ins and out of that place. He was best if he went.

She had finally let herself admit that she had feelings for him. She’d been trying her hardest to fight it, but somehow he had managed to win her over. Somewhere between all of their talks, all of the flirting, she had fallen for him and there was no taking it back.

They hadn’t really been able to discuss it. A small conversation about their feelings and a painful goodbye was all they had gotten, and now that they haven’t heard from him, she’s regretting not saying more, not doing more. And she hates that there’s nothing she can do to change it.

She doesn’t even get her hopes up when his distress beacon is activated. They send  a small team to investigate, just in case, but anyone could have pushed it. The Empire could have confiscated it to lure them into a trap.

But they rescue him. He’s a little beat up, but that’s okay. They can heal him. The bruises will fade and injuries can be taken care of. She’s just glad that he escaped with his life.

She doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around him in return, letting out a pleased laugh as he lifts her from the ground. She can’t remember ever feeling such joy. He’s alive. He’s alive and he’s back.

“I missed you, too,” she admits as he sits her back down and her hands come up to rest on his cheeks.

She doesn’t know what happened to him, but she can only assume that it wasn’t pleasant. She knows he’s going to need her now more than ever and she only hopes that she can be there for him.

[okayhctshot-blog]

@justagutfeeling

“Princess, we need you.”

She looks up from the panel in the control room over towards the voice, seeing one of her soldiers standing there. She glances up at him, nodding her head.

“May I ask for what?”

She has so much to do today. She really doesn’t have time for any nonsense and she will decide if she thinks this is worth pulling herself away from her work. She hopes it’s nothing serious. The last thing she needs is a big distraction.

“We have a prisoner. An Imperial. He won’t really talk,” the soldier says. “We thought you might have better luck.”

Leia sighs, nodding her head again. She knows that this is important. She might have said no otherwise, but this man might have vital information to the Rebellion. She can’t turn them down.

She follows the soldier down into the underbelly of the base where the cells are, and steps up to the bars where the prisoner is being held. She looks down at him. He doesn’t look worse for wear, in fact, he seems perfectly intact, like there wasn’t even a struggle for his capture. She gets his name from the guard before she steps into the cell, taking a seat across from him.

“Jim Kirk, is it?” she asks, folding her hands in her lap. “Why are you here?”

[zerah561]

Connected

It was a fact of the world that for some strange reason some people were connected in a way that made them feel what another felt. Not everyone had it, and not everyone connected was some soulmate of romance and myth. But it was a fact, and feeling phantom pains was a sign of it. Because of this, most people when they had a thought tried hard to stay out of harms way as a courtesy, though small pains were a good way to tell if ones crush or friend was their connected. For Aria, she felt the pains when she was a kid, it worried her when her face would hurt or her stomach and chest. Especially since she stayed out of trouble. But her connected didn't seem to..or couldn't. She kept a record of all the pain, never knowing if it might come in handy someday. Until the day of the accident, her first pain. Flying through the glass of the hover car into the other, her back on fire from the glass, she'd sent a silent apology for whoever had to feel it with her.