#off?

[oh23]

At a stereotypical hero introduction (imagine them like power rangers or anime girls stance idfk)

damian: Im robin

tim: i’m red robin

dick: im the original robin

jason: i. Im dead robin? everyone else just staring at him distraught falling to their knees saying Nooo jason u need to stop doing thattt

[towacletruck]

bla bla bla mrkergwheiohweoihwefoi

[env0]

Listening to sad music, writing sad poetry, thinking sad thoughts

[wheredafandomat]

Oo hey lovelies I’ve been meaning to amend my taglist but I keep forgetting. If you want to be added or removed let me know - I take zero offence, sometimes preferences change 💚

I’m pretty sure this is my everything taglist:

@lokiprompts @mischief2sarawr @lulubelle814 @lokisgoodgirl @mochie85 @eyesbluelikethetitanic @vickie5446 @mcufan72 @fictive-sl0th @peaches1958 @lokilvrr @evelyn-kingsley @strangelockd @xorpsbane @lovingchoices14 @donaweasley @sailorholly @lokidokieokie @gigglingtiggerv2

I’m gonna leave the tags for my WIPS the same (AKA, facing the taglist would mean facing the wip and I canottt 🤣)

If you wanna stay, you don’t have to waste your time interacting I’ll just keep you

Hope you’re all well 😘

[highladydawn]

hm if you're still doing the prompts for ships can i get something feelsy post ACOSF for nessian? (I just love them so much)

I love them too, friend! Hope you like this! :) I’ve given up on keeping these 100 words exactly, but it’ll still be short to match the general rules of the game.

Cassian laid flat on the bed, head pointed upwards so he could still see Nesta at the vanity. Her deft fingers twisted and curled three plaits of her golden brown hair over and under each other with ease. He could watch her forever like this, serenity washing over her like a mist—tangible and silky to the touch, yet unseen. 

Nesta was beautiful in moments of power and anger, moments where she wore her determination like a crown across her head. But she was exquisite just like this, too. Steady. Peaceful. Happy. 

In the reflection of the mirror, Nesta caught Cassian looking at her. She lifted a brow, tying a strong ribbon around the end of her hair. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked. 

Cassian let his head sag back onto the soft bed, but twisted his chin so she didn’t leave his sight. The corners of his lips lifted into a lazy smile, one he knew Nesta couldn’t look away from. 

“Seriously,” she chuckled, turning to him. “What is it?” 

“I just love you so fucking much,” he murmured. 

“You don’t say it very much,” Nesta challenged, though her smile was just as blissful as his was. She left her braid unpinned to the top of her head and instead began crossing the room toward him. Cassian drew his lips into his teeth, propping himself up on his elbows. When she was close enough, he opened his arms to her. His lips puffed out in a pout as she settled on the edge of the bed, just out of his reach.

“I don’t say it often because once I get started, I won’t be able to stop,” he explained. If he inched just a little closer, his fingertips would graze over her spine.

“I’ve always been the type to show that I care. But I should say it more. I know you like to hear it,” he said quietly. 

Nesta didn’t look at him. She pulled her hair over her shoulder to begin fanning out the plaits, widening each section of the braid so it wasn’t so tightly coiled. 

“I don’t doubt it—if that’s what you mean,” she replied quietly. “I know you love me.” 

“Well I know you’re the most lovely female I’ve ever seen, but that doesn’t stop me from looking at you. From enjoying looking at you,” he countered. “You deserve someone who isn’t afraid to tell you they love you. I want to be that for you.” 

“The same goes for you,” Nesta swore, glancing over her shoulder at him. “I love you, Cassian.” 

The glassy softness in his eyes...No one had ever looked at her like that except for Cassian. Not her parents, not her sisters, nor the men she knew in the human lands. In an army of people that loved Nesta, Cassian was their general—giving his whole being in the pursuit of cherishing her. But when it came to the people who cherished him, Nesta was the queen. 

No longer able to take it, Cassian sat up on the bed and wrapped his arms around Nesta’s middle, pressing her back into his strong chest. She drifted further into him, letting the hand splayed against her stomach reach up and turn her head toward him. His lips found her cheek, the sensitive spot behind her ear, the curve of her jaw, and explored luxuriantly. His other hand, that had been previously rubbing up and down the length of her thigh, found her breast. She held his hand to her, encouraging him to delve deeper until his touch was both of his hand and something deeper. 

He knew what she wanted, could translate the breathy gasp she released, and tugged on the bond. They both careened toward each other at that sensation they shared in their ribs. Nesta stood off the bed, spinning around and closing the distance before he could feel her absence. Her lips were on his a second later, staking her claim on him in body and soul. The careful braid she’d been working on moments ago how was falling loose as Cassian tugged the ribbon off. He wanted her hair curtaining him, wanted her scent to drown out everything around him that wasn’t her. 

“On second thought,” Cassian gasped, breaking away and running his thumb over her cupid’s bow. “Why don’t I tell you and show you?” 

[touchydown]

ela pintou o cabelo mesmo dkjdcbsksm 😭😭 ela tá perfeita

[hamster-on-fire]

Ugh. Yknow when you stay up for too long that you feel sick. Like- you feel feverish?? Is that just me?. Cos if so. Um. There mayyy be a problem. It's not, tho, right? That's a thing. Yeah?

😶🙃😅