#moonshinaes

[kumsal-thingss]

Bütün gece balkonda oturup sokağı ve sessizliği dinleyebilirim. Elimde bir fincan çay ve gökyüzünde yıldızlar...

[prcttymouth]

@moonshinaes​ // in reference to this

“How much like the inside of a toilet are you feeling today?”

[touchbased]

CLOSED  STARTER  FOR  @moonshinaes​ !

“  please  tell  me  you  said  no  to  going  on  a  date  with  that  idiot .  ”

[ficedvla]

“please just go.” / steps in with billy <3

THREE WORD STARTERS PT. 2

lee   should   listen   and   leave   --   he’s   good   at   that   ,   after   all.   maybe   it’s   time   to   move   on   to   a   new   town.   but   he   hasn’t   been   here   that   long   and   a   part   of   him   wants   to   stick   around   a   little   longer.   he   kind   of   likes   it   here.

‘   let   me   help.   ’

he   doesn’t   know   what   he’s   offering   --   what   he   can   offer   --   but   against   his   better   judgement   ,   lee   moves   closer   toward   the   stranger   ,   his   face   earnest.

@moonshinaes  

[myfavouritecroft]

@moonshinaes​ | starter call; for Delilah.

  ♞-- Being aware of one’s shortcomings was one thing, having them blatantly, with little regard for his reputation, told to him by a stranger... was entirely different. There’s only so much he could do not to descend into a biting remarks and glares. Holding his composure, he offered a polite smile. 

   ❝I see.❞ He tries, not to let his eyes too obviously run over the figure before him, making assumptions and guesses for future ammunition. ❝Well, I suppose it’s a pleasure to meet you, too.❞

[boozeds]

               still tangled in the sheets of one of his client’s bed, jameson’s eyes were on the clock... calculating how much time he has left before he can leave. never been one to stick around after sex. except the person laying against his chest picks their head up to look at him before speaking, and throws his routine for a loop.   “you met someone?”   eyebrows furrow, thinking this revelation over. then, in the sleaziest way, an amused look takes over his face.   “don’t you remember? you ruin everything you touch.”   voice oozes pity as a hand reaches out to caress their face.   “that’s why you came to me, no one else can weather your STORM.”   

closed for @moonshinaes​      /     loosely based .

[prcttymouth]

@moonshinaes​

How the hell were people able to properly delegate tasks to their underlings when it felt like half of the people working beneath him were about as competent as a paper bag trying to hold hot soup? It felt damn near impossible to be anything but chained to his desk - or perhaps he just worked too much. Thankfully, there was a much needed holiday that consisted of sun, sand, and her. It seemed as though convincing the wife that it was purely a business trip came about easier than expected, so when he was finally able to pull himself away from his desk, a car was called to pick him up before swinging by to collect his ‘work companion’ for their tropical getaway. Elias quickly made his way over to open the door, in lieu of the driver doing so, so he could offer a small kiss before ushering her into the back of the vehicle. “Hello, gorgeous. I hope it’s been a good day for my princess.”

[fantasywritten]

@moonshinaes asked: 🌿 / the problematic couple of our lives, love and joe!

THE CLASSIC ROMANCE of standing under the mistletoe — on Christmas — made Joe’s heart skip a beat. It was partially because he was a natural romantic, but mostly because of the beautiful woman standing in front of him, the woman he was THRILLED to call his wife, the love of his life. No one would EVER be as amazing as her, as beautiful as her… and no one would ever understand him the way she did. One thing was clear: JOE HAD STRUCK GOLD with Love.

“Come here, Love,” he whispered in a hushed voice, one arm wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. Before the kiss, Joe rested his forehead against hers, feeling her breath on his face. “I LOVE YOU. So much.” Before she could respond, he closed the gap, lips crashing onto hers, his other hand coming up to caress her cheek. It was all true; he loved her more than ANYTHING ELSE in this world, and even if he didn’t feel like he was in the holiday spirit, he couldn’t be more grateful for the mistletoe they’d been caught under.