#SHE LOOKS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

[thedragonagelesbian]

thinking about theneneriaXbellara again...................

[mommahughes19-23]

uncle quinny - Q.H

@ray.lynn.hughes : stayed with uncle quinny

tagged : @_quinnhughes @lexlexdemko

location : Vancouver

_quinnhughes : next time can you stay home with mom and dad and ill just watch my niece

↪ ray.lynn.hughes : no.. first off she's 2 second off no you love me too much

bboeser : look at lil stinky butt , she's the best hughes hands down. 🤓🤓

↪ ray.lynn.hughes : UHM dont you dare perceive my daughter like that

zadorov_16 : ugh , glad I got to see you guys one last time! Please don't forget me!!!

↪ ray.lynn.hughes : NIKITA FUCKING ZADOROV SIT TF DOWN! YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY DAUGHTERS UNCLE NIKKY AND ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

↪ _quinnhughes : you made her emotional.. she's raided my fridge for ice cream and is explaining to Victoria about how you are her best friend.

eliaspettersson : awwwwwwwwwww look at her lil piggy tails

matthew_tkachuk : what a lil cutie, let me put her in the cup!!!

↪ ray.lynn.hughes : ab-so-lutley NOT you are not to touch tori

kuzya_096 : aaahhhh im so glad you came to see us!!

tdemko30 : im going to cry, what did you do to lex OMG!?!🫨🫨🫨

dakotajoshua8 : I LOVEEEEEEEEEEE VICTORIA OMG

bradytkachuk : she loves me the most

arturssilovs1 : my future goalie baby girl

lindholmelias : yes yes yes yes everything yes

taryntkachuk : AWWWWWWWWWWWWW LOOOK AT MY BABY BOO NIECE BABY 🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀

elblue6 : missing my girls!😭💖

colecaufield : a little hughes

jackhughes : my favorite niece🥳

lhughes_06 : she loves me the best out of anyone thank you 🫶🏻😏

j.tmiller9 : the kids LOVED seeing her!💖

A.N :

gooooooooooooooood evening heresy this lil thing bc I want Quinn Hughes to father my next child. ugh im in feral hrs

tagged : @skylershines @quinnylouhughesx43 @noahkahansorangejuice

[twsted-princess]

I forgor if I send you one or nah so

❝ please, just look at me. ❞ after OB Carol pain with any of the boys

❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞ Quora Prometheus

Can do!!

A sigh left Carol's lips, outside the flowers were in full bloom as they were blessed by the sun's embrace. She watches from her bedside as they glowed under the warmth almost inviting her outside......but she couldn't. Every time she tried to move her body screamed in pain, even picking up a glass of water hurt. She had to see there in the infirmary and stew. On what happened, on how she lashed on at those she considered friends, on how she hurt one of her loves, on how she was a horrible awful person and- "Carol?" She didn't look up. She knew who it was, but she couldn't face him. Elias's face fell as Metaron looked at their partner, her face and arms covered in bandages as she looked down. The bouquet of flowers, her favorite ones was in his arms as he slowly walked over. She felt tears well up in her eyes and gripped her blanket. They shouldn't be here. They hate her, they're going to leave her, they're just here to say goodbye cause this is all her fault. But she felt his hand and hers. His voice next to her speaking softly. " Honey? Please, just look at me." Meta watched as Carol then threw herself into Elias's arms, curling into his chest and sobbed. He smiled as Eli hugged her back and kissed her head softly, telling her that she's ok. James was ok, he's been wanted to see her but that can wait.

Tiam stared in horror at the abomination a few tables away from him. His face normally white already now he looks like he's about to turn invisible. This.........couldn't be real. It wasn't. Sure he's seen much more but this? This was an act made to spite God. This was suppose to be just a simple humble bowl of ramen. With its thinly sliced pork belly and runny egg........but no. What he saw wasn't ramen......it was a monster. The rim of the bowl was lined with thick jiggly cuts of pork belly but there was also tempura, a hamburg steak, little octopus sausages, kimchi, whole eggs, fried pork cutlets, fried chicken, takoyaki, croquettes, all drenched in a mixture of tonkatsu sauce, mayo and sriracha. It was a literal mountain. He looked at her lick her lips and then to her partner. That really tall guy he's seen before as she lifted a helping with her chopsticks, gettting a fried octopus ball covered in sauce and noodles before slurping it down. Oh god..........oh sweet merciful god. "It's so gooooooooooooooood~!!!!" She squeals, taking more crunchy slurps until she looked to Prometheus. "You gotta try this!!" They weren't going to, They're insane................but they did. He ate the noodles with an entire egg and oh god is that an onion ring? After a few munches and swallowing he heard they say it. "That tasted pretty good actually." He wants to die.

[whenfatecollides]

Gahyeon for Newsen TV ‘ 니들모해?! ‘ (2020)

[heathersapples]

My PLL Audition Tape - x

[ear]

??

[luvleekaotix-imagines]

a/n: Random original content. I am KC and @spheri is my goddess Spheri of course. We’ve had this conversation a lot. I’m just making fun of myself because I’m literally trash and sometimes it’s funny and fantastic.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

“What? What are you staring at?” KC asked around a mouthful of a red bean bun.

Spheri sat on the edge of the desk and slowly blinked at her friend. “You haven’t noticed?” She poked KC’s cheek. “Also don’t talk with your mouthful.”

“Noticed what?” The blog owner swallowed down her food before guzzling some tea. How or why or when Spheri managed to sneak into The Space, KC had no idea, but she wasn’t unwelcome. Hopefully, Spheri didn’t mind the dust or mess; it was taking a while to unpack everything.

KC turned to look behind her and saw a bunch of her muses milling around. That wasn’t unusual though. She jabbed a thumb in the direction of the muses. “Them? They’re always there. This is The Space, its where they live, at least for me.”

Spheri shook her head. “No, I know that. Look at the ones that are right there, though.”

What? KC spun her chair around and adjusted her glasses. What was Spheri talking about?

Sephiroth was fairly close by, but that wasn’t surprising since his voice was the loudest at the moment. There was also Yozora and Riku, looking like they were wanting to start a fight; hopefully they wouldn’t, it would give her a headache. Always lingering and lazing around were Nero, Dante and Vergil, much quieter now, but still visually there. Beyond them, only slightly veiled by fog KC could see the profile of a character called Silverash, who looked mildly confused, but everyone did when they first arrived in the Space. There was also a periodic ‘hey, hey, hey’ of Bokuto and KC was almost positive that Geralt was stalking around somewhere in the back.

Spheri asked again, “Do you see it?”

KC slowly shook her head ‘no’, but then it clicked. She turned to face her friend. “Hey. Don’t you come here and attack me, I know you have this problem too. 9S much?”

“I was just making an observation, it wasn’t really an attack.” Spheri raised her hands in a defensive gesture, but couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s amazing, you really do have a type.”

“Oh my god, leave me alone.”

“Do you have muses grouped? Where are the fuck boys stored? I know you like writing about them.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh my gooooooooooooooood.”

[parks-involving-water]

Review: Midnight by Set It Off

Okay let's just get straight to it. Yall know I’m a slut for Set It Off. This is just gonna be me going in-depth into all of my favorite parts of the songs and lyrics. Les go

1. Killer In The Mirror

This has been a bop since DAY ONE are you kidding me????? The sampling? The sheer amount of fuck you energy? The fast part during the pre-chorus? The DROP for the chorus? Cody saying “knock ‘em all the FUCK out” adds 10 years to my lifespan every time I hear it.

Favorite Lyrics: Now I know, there’s no one I can trust I used to think there was Tell me that I’m cut throat- I think you got your eyes closed Feel the fear, and swallow back the tears Let weakness disappear There’s nobody but me here- the killer in the mirror

We been knew this shit goes hard NEXT

2. Hourglass

YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW BAD THIS DESTROYED ME WHEN I FIRST HEARD IT. The fucking,,,, instrumental!!! The beat!!!! Cinematics is on the phone and she said this is it chief!!!! God!!! Like can we PLEASE talk about the nananas during the bridge?? It’s such a small thing but it adds so fuckin much to the song,,,, unbelievable

Favorite Lyrics: I'm falling through the hourglass And I don't think I'll ever make it back So I throw stones at walls I'll never climb Victim to the sands of time

This is also such like? Such a defining song for the sound of the whole album, if you think about it. Quality shit

3. Lonely Dance

ANOTHER one we already knew slaps. The guitar? The trumpet? Iconic. This one has such a fucking Vibe. Also???? So relatable. Cody came through with the social anxiety moods and I owe him my life for it.

Favorite Lyrics: Some days I’m up, some days I’m down Some days, the world is way too loud Some days my bed won't let me out But I’m okay with missin’ out on the social anxiety Out on the phony friends I don’t need So I just turn off my phone, turn on TV Cause solo’s the only way I can breathe

Okay a great song but OLD NEWS let’s get to that Fresh Content

4. Different Songs

Possibly the danciest song on this album. The fucking guitar riff and the bass? The melodies? The harmonizing in the bg of the pre-chorus and the bridge? It all blends together and it’s SUCH a bop. The most poppin song about falling out of love I’ve ever heard

Favorite Lyrics: We once called it love, devolved into lust Jealousy speaks out to silence the trust We temper our words 'cause we're scared of the truth Humming tunes that we can't get through

5. For You Forever

The instrumental in this one KILLS me. So do Cody’s vocals, honestly. He really poured his heart out into those “forever”s and you FEEL it. This one really hits me in the heart tbh. The whole theme of giving up on something that you want so bad is big oof

Favorite Lyrics: She said; “I won't wait for you forever, for you forever So, don't you say it's for the better, it's for the better 'Cause I can't take later than never, later than never No, I won't wait for you forever”

6. Dancing With The Devil

THIS SHIT IS SO BRUTAL. Like even the opening- the distorted vocals,,, god. And the lyrics! So fucking pissed off. Cody once again KILLS the delivery. I will never be over the emotion he puts into every song he sings. And when that hook hits the second time with his normal vocals and then the distorted version UNDERNEATH? Hits so hard. Don't even TALK to me about the rap part god. Also,,,, idk if this is about who I Think It’s About but like either way,,, go off sis

Favorite Lyrics: You try to act as if you're saving me But you wouldn't cut the rope if it was hanging me I'm sick of people saying what you sow you reap 'Cause I've been counting down the minutes of that, so to speak Think of all the hours and hours of grindin’ That would turn into sour findings As I wonder if our resigning is becoming the silver lining But I’m not a coward, I’m fighting Cause if they’re the meat, then I’m biting So go ahead, ignoring and smiling Cause I’m climbing til’ I let you know

7. Go To Bed Angry (Feat. Wayfarers)

This is! Such a good song, and I love the message. Like, settling issues instead of being passive aggressive or quietly angry. And it’s so nice to listen? Like everything feels so clean and leads into each other so well. Also!!! I’ve never listened to Wayfarers before but GOD the guest vocalist is AMAZING. Her and Cody’s voices harmonize so well. All in all a fuckin BOP

Favorite Lyrics: So don't you walk away from me Let's settle this, rather hear you scream Than whisper shit- there's no in-between 'Cause if we sleep in our feelings, we'll never start healing

8. Midnight Thoughts

ANOTHER one with some heavy Cinematics vibes. Honestly, I feel like this one is a great example of how amazing this album’s production is. Like, there’s so many little background elements that come together to make it sound so fuckin cool. For example, that one hook near the end where it suddenly strips back to just a beat and vocals? KILLED me. Also, another relatable anxiety bop,

Favorite Lyrics: Dim the lights, shut the blinds, but I’m counting the time Am I nervous or am I insane? Try to turn up the sound, but I can’t shut it out 'Cause I’m hearing the pulse in my veins

9. Criminal Minds

The orchestral feel to this one is so nice, and the rhythm of the lyrics feels so cool. The strings were such a good touch, they go really well with the electric guitar somehow. Cody’s vocals also feel really smooth in this one? Like this is just a pretty sounding number I love it

Favorite Lyrics: This stress eats at my soul I can't tell if I'm breathing at all Street drama takes its toll So, hit the road

10. No Disrespect

UGHHHHH don't get me STARTED on the chorus here. The stripped back staccato rhythm of the vocals with the bursts of instrumental, and then the way it flows into the full instrumental for the repetition in the second half of the chorus. It sounds so fucking gooooooooooooooood I'm having a crisis

Favorite Lyrics: 'Cause I don't see you the way you want to Forget your rescue, we're dreaming, dreaming, dreaming We had our good times, but time has passed by Begin your new life, I'm reaching, pleading, screaming

11. Stitch Me Up

I have SO much to say about this song. Cody and Shay are so fucking cute and their relationship is so nice. Any time Cody talks or sings about Shay you can feel how fuckin in love they are. The only two nice love songs I can ever remember him writing (The other one being Diamond Girl) have been about her and they’ve both been absolute gems. This one especially. It has such a potent vibe that I can really only describe as a summer song. It’s so,,, bouncy and lively and genuinely sweet with just a faint hint of sadness and ughhhhhhhh. PLUS the fuckin commentary Cody gave for this song on his insta story,,,,

“One of my favorites. These lyrics came straight from the heart. [Shay] and I have both come from damaged relationships, but somehow being broken is what made us whole.” 

Anyways love is real and I’m soft don't TOUCH ME

Favorite Lyrics: Stitch me up, stitch me up, don’t tear me apart I’ve been stuck in a rut, patched up in the dark Stitch me up, stitch me up, there’s pins in my heart Oh, pardon all my precious scars

12. Raise No Fool

Cody fuckin SNAPPED with this song and I’m living for it. One of the things Cody does so, so well, is delivering just the Most intense anger through his vocals and he brought it ALL for this one. You don’t know what happened but you fuckin FEEL it. Idk who this is about but like,,, killem Cody go Off bitch!!

Favorite Lyrics: Well, first you try to tell me that we're family Then you try to tell me that it's for the best You promise that you'll be there if I need ya But I don't need your handout, you can take it back!

13. I Want You (Gone) (Feat. Matt Appleton)

Another more mellow song, but it’s still so fuckin Good. It just has such a palpable vibe and feel. From what I can gather it’s about leaving a toxic relationship behind, and it Feels that way, in a sense? Like when I listen to it I just get this Feeling of something solemn yet triumphant and clean and new, like cutting someone shitty out of your life. PLUS, that sax? It adds SUCH a nice element to the second half of the song. Matt Appleton is a gift I’m so glad they brought him on for this song

Favorite Lyrics: I guess you'd say I'm blessed I threw away stress the moment I said I want you, I want you gone I'm on my own path, you're stuck in the past I want you, I want you gone

14. Unopened Windows

GOD,,, OKAY,,, HERE WE GO,,, Imma be real with yall. I cried the first time I heard this. It just be like that sometimes. But like this is LITERALLY Dad’s Song 2 and I wasn’t fuckin READY for that. There was no WARNING,,, I wasn’t told I was gonna get hit with that much EMOTION Okay okay for real though, this song is actually gorgeous. It’s just,,, pure fucking grief, so much of it, poured into a song. The composition, the vocals, every element of it is so powerful and heartbreaking. This is the kinda song you cry to- but like, a healing cry, the kind you have right before you take a deep breath and start moving on, y’know? The moment I heard Danny Boy near the end, I started crying all over again. Any time I hear this song or Dad’s Song, I cannot fucking begin to imagine how Cody must feel about what happened to his dad. It’s a kind of grief that can’t be explained. I’m just glad he feels like he can share it with all of us, and that he has a support system behind him. Also, I cannot communicate enough just how much this feels like a fucking,,, movie soundtrack. Like this shit would not feel out of place in a musical or something. The swelling orchestral music near the end fucking kills me. Gotta go cry again brb

Favorite Lyrics: All the stories left unwritten that we drew up in the past It's the game we never went to or the drinks we never had As I look up to the stars and make a wish to bring you back But I curse the roof above me and I learn to live behind all these Unopened windows, bound to my heart Fantasy so close feels so afar But I long to break the lock And live among the life we lost Through unopened windows; they tear me apart...

15. Happy All The Time (Feat. Skyler Acord)

WHAT a closing number. Addmmitedly a bit of a jarring followup to Unopened Windows, but it also makes a lot of sense, to go from a song about grief to a song about letting yourself process negative emotions. It also feels like SUCH a culmination of the album. Maxx even said in his Midnight release livestream, he thinks that it sort of represents the entire message of Midnight as a whole. The album was written to deal with a collection of sad, angry, and upsetting topics or experiences- this song takes all of those and says, “Dude, it’s fine, it’s okay to feel shitty, you don’t have to bottle it in or hide it” and honestly, there are so many people who need to hear that- it’s such an important message. Also??? The fucking???? Choir??? WHAT a touch. Honestly there are Several songs on this album that feel like they could be off a musical soundtrack and this is DEFINITELY one of them. It feels like a finale, and it’s so just powerful and uplifting and emotional, I love it so much.

Favorite Lyrics: It's okay, you're not crazy! Gotta taste the salt to love the sweet Let it out and scream “I'm okay, I'm not crazy!” 'Cause the tears remind me I'm alive It's fine to not be happy all the time!

Honestly, this may be my favorite album by them yet. It’s such a fucking monument to everything they’ve been through and learned and explored as a band for ten years, it has such a clear vision and comes together so well. The lyricism, vocals, instrumentals, composition, and production are all fucking fantastic. I’m so excited to see where this era leads us, and I’m so happy with what we’ve seen so far.

In conclusion, the boys did it again, I’m weeping, and stream Midnight on Itunes and Spotify. Peace out kids a bitch is gonna take a NAP

[amywritesthings]

I’m sorry I know I’m supposed to be mad at Mando at the moment but when you open a chapter with him gearing up with his charges, his blaster and his amban rifle I do go a little brrrr in the brain and forget. (Just like Reader! LMAO)

edit for when i finished: oh bitch ok you really said ‘hurt times’ now you have me looking like this on a friday morning

I was also a little shocked when he said the kid comes with him now that he has a literal sit-in babysitter for the tough times. And I’m glad she called him out on it! FIGHT HIM, GIRL, HE’S BEEN STANDOFFISH TO YOU.

SECOND SAFEST? LET ME AT HIM, TAP ME IN, I’LL BONK THAT HELMET LIKE THE ARMORER DID.

“I don’t trust anyone with him.” Okay but I gasped because I get it but also... damn. /Damn./

GOD.... I FEEL SO BAD FOR HER, I REALLY DO. It’s just all miscommunications! It’s trauma and solitary and alksdjfkasdf MY HEART IS SCREAMING FOR THEMMMMM.

Oh shit we have a Din POV. EVERYBODY STAY CALM.

On the surface of the humid swamp planet, Din Djarin stalks the final few steps to his prey. His blood had been running hot until he caught sight of the bounty, but is now soothingly ice cold as he approaches unnoticed.

That’s sexy.

You, who Din didn’t deserve.

And you, who Din was completely distracted by.

Oh my god LJ you’re killing me.

The way you offer him kindnesses that he has no idea how to accept makes him itch in his own skin. He never had qualms with asking for help on a mission, or entreating a friend to protect the child, but offering to help on his ship? It makes his stomach flip just thinking about it.

I LOVE THIS, I LOVE THIS SO SO SO SO MUCH.

The first person he took to bed after, a stunning Togruta who rode him half the night and left bruises on his shoulders, only made him cum when he closed his eyes and thought of you. Your hand on his shoulder is still a brand on his memory.

SDLFASDFKJLASDFS

HE IS IN SO DEEP OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

‘He tried to act nonchalant, but when that didn’t work he defaulted to cold’ god that is truly the essence of Mando, isn’t it? Especially when he is uncomfortable or trying to fend off emotions that may jeopardize his concentration and work.

Because if he trusts you to do one thing, even a small, simple thing, he knows he will soon trust you with everything. And that blissful step off the edge of all he knows is what truly rattles him.

.....the caller you are trying to reach cannot be located

BECAUSE SHE DIED

SHE’S ALIVE BUT SHE DIEDDDDDDDDDDD

GOD THIS SERIES IS SO BEAUTIFUL I’M GOING TO CURL INTO A BALL AND WITHER AWAY.

Chapter 4: You Should Be Warned Before I Let You Inside

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Summary: A fight. A plan. A bounty. An admission.

Word Count: 2100

Warnings: M, canonical-type violence, allusions to sexual acts (briefly descriptive). While this story is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ so MINORS DNI.

Notes: It has to get a little worse before it gets better...

Cross-posted on AO3

Me or the Thought of Me Masterlist

I Think of You Series Masterlist

“Two days at most.”

That’s what Mando tells you when you ask how long he’ll be tracking this bounty on foot. He’s slipping charges into his bandolier, holstering his blaster and slinging his amban rifle across his shoulders. You watch him with barely veiled curiosity (maybe a little low-simmering desire) as he becomes even more fearsome. The child is perched on your lap, your fingers holding both of his little claws.

“What if it’s longer than that? Just getting here was supposed to be a couple days,” you say, and the cold whip of his helmet shuts you up immediately.

(Kriff, okay, no joking about work)

“I’ll be back,” he says simply, continuing to arm himself.

“Sure, yeah, I know, but…” you pause, a thought spreading through your mind like ink in milk. “Do you have a communicator? In case something happens, or you know, the kid needs you.” You lift your hands up a little, his claws still gripping your pointer fingers. A communicator means you could talk without being face to face. Maybe you could say some of the things that die on your tongue when Mando has you in his gaze.

“The child comes with me,” is his short response. Your eyebrows shoot up comically.

(Is he kriffing serious?)

“Well that’s ridiculous,” you spit out, and now Mando is facing you, helmet turned down. His posture is tight, coiled, and you are aware of how easily he can overpower you.

(Maybe later)

(Dank farrik, are you serious? Right now? Cool it)

“He is always with me,” Mando says, his voice dropping into a dangerous rumble. You shouldn’t argue with him, the tone is clearly warning you to drop the subject, but you can’t help it.

“Sure, when you were by yourself. I wouldn’t leave this womp rat anywhere he could get in trouble. But Maker, Mando, I’m here on the ship, I can handle watching him. This is the safest place he could possibly be.”

Mando regards you, the stillness of his silhouette seeping into your bones, making your limbs heavy. In two steps he crosses the space between you and lifts the child from your grasp. His hands brush roughly against yours before tucking the child into his silver pod.

“Second safest place.”

Your hands fist in your lap, fingernails digging into the palms.

(don’t say it you’ll only regret it)

“You don’t trust me to protect him?” you say quietly, trying to bleed the anger from your voice and failing (didn’t trust you on Tatooine, doesn’t trust you now). Mando closes the pod lid, the child’s eyes still on you as the silver shutters him in. Moving to the ramp, he hits a button on the wall to lower it. Your body is screaming to follow, argue the insanity of this more, but he turns back to you with an air of finality.

“I don’t trust anyone with him.”

There it is, in raspy short syllables stripped through the vocoder. Mando stands alone in the world because it’s safe. He cannot be disappointed or betrayed if no one is allowed near him. He can’t feel the pain of loss without connection. He loves this child, that is certain, but in order to love, he must bring the child into that loneliness with him.

A clan of two against the world.

You get up and turn to enter the bowels of the ship. You don’t need to see them leave.

A noise follows you, possibly your name, but you are deaf to it as the rushing of your blood fills your ears and you hold back a sob.

(what did you expect?)

You turn into the food storage closet and sink to the floor among the foil packets and clean drinking water. It’s cold, like much of the rest of the ship, but it surrounds you on all sides, a frigid hug from a ship that has shown you more kindness than its captain.

The clank and whir of the cargo ramp closing brings blissful silence.

+ + + + +

Two days.

The words float back into your mind after you’ve stopped feeling sorry for yourself. You wipe the spilled tears on your cheeks and stare into the empty corridor, pondering those words.

Two days alone on an old gunship that, for all of Mando’s work, seems to be constantly in disarray or disrepair. In your hours of quiet observation these past two weeks, you were privy to Mando’s routine and frustrations. While learning Huttese characters, you notice him always going to the first crate, then skipping to the third when he wants electrical supplies. That he flips through the ration packs to the back to find one for the child. That the basket full of dirty clothing is frequently rifled through and depleted before they’ve been washed.

(Better not be three day old clothing you’re putting back on Mando)

You didn’t have much (let’s be real, any) experience with repairs, but you are a quick study and have capable hands. There are things to be done, and without your two crew mates hindering your help, you might be able to make some headway. And maybe, just maybe, you can show Mando your worth.

(can be helpful can be wanted)

The idea sparks renewed energy in your weary body. You push yourself to your feet, walking back into the hold and picking up the datapad. You open a file and begin listing everything you see that could be improved. Mando may be the heart of the ship, but he’s neglected some of the finer points. The cargo hold is a mess, supplies organized in semi-reasonable but inefficient ways. The ‘fresher is being used more often, leading to a pervasive dampness that’s making the towels smell. The food (if you could call it that) could do with an inventory check for freshness (and edibility). It didn’t matter if you could finish it all before Mando returned. Just being busy, making plans, gives you a moment of peace.

+ + + + +

On the surface of the humid swamp planet, Din Djarin stalks the final few steps to his prey. His blood had been running hot until he caught sight of the bounty, but is now soothingly ice cold as he approaches unnoticed.

Finally, after weeks of chasing, mistake after mistake, and a sticky night in the wetlands, he was finally completing this mission. The relief was mere feet away, a Rodian traveling on a path oblivious to Din’s approach.

This should have been an easy puck. The bounty didn’t have resources, or a starship, or much in the way of cunning. A few times he’d lucked out, getting on a transport mere hours before Din arrived, or a sudden bout of space debris masking his departure. Din should have captured him weeks ago.

The problem was Din, and how he was adapting to you.

You, who now resided on his ship because of the mess he and the child were in.

You, with your kind smile and your willingness to help.

You, who Din didn’t deserve.

And you, who Din was completely distracted by.

His offer of protection was genuine. You were a surprise, but a welcome one, and the thought of leaving you behind again drew those words from his lips, the vocoder masking the hesitancy in them. Your acceptance incited a fire in his chest, that you would choose him as a protector. Once you were on the ship, however, your lives crashed into one another in an inelegant jumble.

Maker, he was lost as to how to live with another person. It had been so long since he’d run with a crew, and recent events with Ranzar Malk did not entice him to gather a new one.

First, it was the closeness of the ship. He’d given you his bed so you could have some privacy, but a number of times he’d run into you dozing with the cot door open, soft and relaxed in slumber. The first time his instinct was to curl up next to you, not to fuck you, just to lie beside you. The rush of sentimentality was immediately met with blinding terror. He’d stalked out of the hold, hiding in the cockpit and taking several shaky breaths while he interrogated himself about it.

Your open smile startles him when he finds you around the ship, unused to having someone just around the corner from him. The way you offer him kindnesses that he has no idea how to accept makes him itch in his own skin. He never had qualms with asking for help on a mission, or entreating a friend to protect the child, but offering to help on his ship? It makes his stomach flip just thinking about it.

Din knows he should accept your assistance, even if only to give you something to do, but the Crest is much like an extension of himself. Ceding that control is asking to entrust himself to you, and relying on someone makes Din’s hands clench. He has always had to rely on himself. It’s a hard habit to change. The fear of allowing a crack in the wall around him, and what will come out, keeps him silent behind his beskar helm.

Then there were the touches. He knew your body once, experienced it well, but only in a single night filled with delicious sexual satisfaction. Since then there had been others, a very small handful, most remembered with regret or emptiness. The first person he took to bed after, a stunning Togruta who rode him half the night and left bruises on his shoulders, only made him cum when he closed his eyes and thought of you. Your hand on his shoulder is still a brand on his memory.

He knows how to shake hands, clap a person on the shoulder, and how the child likes to be held. He feels out of his depth putting his hands on you again. Whenever you reach for him, or he brushes past you, his skin lights up with electricity. It floods him with anxiety, knowing how much he responds to your touch. He suspects it may be a slippery slope if he allows himself to enjoy it.

The day you appeared in the cockpit wearing his clothes, he almost choked on his own tongue. He then had to spend several seconds not thinking about where his tongue could be put to better use. Possessiveness rose up in his throat and he beat it back down until he bloodied his fists. He tried to act nonchalant, but when that didn’t work he defaulted to cold, as much as he knew it upset you.

Because it’s even clearer today than in every day prior that you are a threat to his Creed. You, who ask little of him but offer so much. You, who years ago had tempted him with your company and who he had to forget. He wants to keep you safe, but he also wants…to keep you.

With a practiced flick Din shoots out his grappling cord, tripping the Rodian and clapping the binders on without much fuss. The Rodian complains and bargains long enough for Din to “accidentally” knock him out for the return trip. It would be better to bring in an unconscious bounty with you on the ship. Less of a chance to scare you.

The child gurgles inside the pod and it’s another reminder of Din’s own stubbornness. Of course it would have been smarter to leave the child with you. Why couldn’t Din admit that? You would keep the child safe, as he’s already seen you do. The memory of you holding the child in Peli’s hanger still creeps behind his eyelids some nights. Why can’t he just relinquish the weighty control he’s grasping so tight? He’s suffocating the both of you by not easing his grip.

Din Djarin is a man who gives trust, but in accordance with his own . He trusts Karga to keep him in credits but not with his history. He trusts Cara to have his back if times get rough but not with his ship. He trusts his covert with guidance and the Creed he upholds, but not enough to tell them when he questions The Way. He has trusted and entrusted people with greater causes than he has a right to ask.

Why can’t he trust you with a small thing like making a meal for the child?

As he thuds heavily back to the ship, bounty over his shoulder and silver pod dutifully following, clarity rings in his ears.

Because if he trusts you to do one thing, even a small, simple thing, he knows he will soon trust you with everything. And that blissful step off the edge of all he knows is what truly rattles him.

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[womanlives]

❛ I don’t know about you but I’m fucking exhausted today! So let’s do it! ❜ ( locke to mercy )

"FIGURED." Mercy shoves a Starbucks cup in his hands. It's hot. "Triple espresso. I don't care if you don't like it. Chug it down. We got a wake to attend." She's nursing her own. Not a triple espresso — unlike someone, she wasn't up all night doing stupid shit (she absolutely was) — but some fruity number. Pink, with strawberries in it. The sunlight catches it. It sparkles. Sip, sip.

Mercy squints at the house in front of them. It's more of a mansion, really. There's about a dozen sleek, expensive-looking cars parked out front. One of the city's underbosses lives here. Lived. He tripped down the stairs couple days ago and broke his neck.

To be clear, Mercy's not here 'cuz she misses him. She doesn't. She's here 'cuz she may or may not have fucked him two weeks ago, and she wants to clear any trace of, uh, involvement off his phone. That, and some dirty pictures. And maybe steal some shit while she's at it. Y'know, before the Feds can get a warrant and make a connection that doesn't even exist.

"Right." She smooths down the front her dress, then turns to Locke. "In and out, okay? I'm the grieving girlfriend. You're my brother. You distract, I sneak upstairs, I find the phone, I come back down and pretend to break the fuck down, you apologize, we fuck outta here and go get waffles. Simple. Don't overcomplicate it. I mean it, Locke. Let's do this."

She grabs his espresso — doesn't care if he's done with it — and yeets it over her shoulder. It rebounds off one of the half-million-dollar cars with a sad bonk. Her glitter-drink follows. Then she marches purposefully to the door. She barely has time to press the doorbell before it swings open. A woman about ten years older than Mercy opens the door. She looks like she's been crying. She sniffs. "Are you here for my husband's wake?"

"Uh." Shit. "Yes. We're — " a panicked glance at Locke " — we worked together."

"Please." The door opens, and stays that way. Surprise d'Wife disappears inside, sniffling quietly to herself. Yikes.

The two of them stand on the front porch for a moment. Then Mercy turns to Locke and opens her mouth. No sound comes out, but she makes some motions with her lips that look suspiciously like: OHMY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD. Then she catches her reflection in the window, smooths down her hair, and gives him her best smile. She motions at the open door. When she finally speaks, it's through gritted teeth. "Please."

Meaning: not a fucking word.

@vagomvndo blessin me w the Good Food

[ihearttvsnark]

I've read that Colin/JMo/Josh have musical backgrounds but i have never heard any of their stuff so i wouldn't really know, but did any of the actors stand out with how good they sound?

Oh, my darling. Get yourself to YT and find some footage of Colin singing. Look for the All Along the Watchtower one. You will not be disappointed.

That being said, I was prepared for Colin, I was not prepared for Josh. DAMN. He was gooooooooooooooood.

Jen was fantastic as well, but can anyone be surprised by that? She’s great at everything.

[sexysilverstrider]

Honestly, watching your SOS liveblog, it makes me think that it looks like Wayne is obviously falling for your farmer but he knows Ford is slowly starting to fall for her too. And Ford is one of his best friends and Wayne knows Ford doesn't usually connect with people like he's doing with the farmer. So Wayne is trying to convince himself is feelings are purely platonic because he doesn't wanna potentially mess things up for Ford.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

DAS WHAT I THOUGHT TOO BRO!!! THATS WHAT I THOUGHT!!! wayne is the first to fall for fuyumi n at first hes in denial coz fuyumi is a Great Person n shes honest n having her as someone dear is p cool thus the whole ‘we’re friends but kinda not??’ ordeal but this confuses him

but then…the stargazing even happened n hes head over heels for her….hes suppressing his feelings coz he doesnt wanna scare her off n he KNOWS shes such an amazing n wonderful woman not only to him but to everyone

n then…cue the day fuyumi visited garden grill when wayne n ford were eating together…..she sat down with them n happily talked about each others day and wayne was beyond thrilled to see her coz everytime he looks at her his fatigue just goes away….

n then a few mins later fuyumi had to go n after waving goodbye n leaving the restaurant wayne has this big smile on his face and just when he turns to look n talk to ford he just

there it is

the most sincere, purest, lovestruck smile wayne has ever seen on ford

and ford doesnt even realize it

whats worse??? ford was still looking at the front door where fuyumi has left

thats when it hit wayne

[klaviergavinwiki]

lookerdewitt replied to your photoset

BAD POST MARIA U DIDNT USE THE ONE WITH KOU, DAD AND RIN

UR RIGHT BUT I ADDED IT GIVE ME A BREAK I WAS ON MOBILE YOU KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE ON THAT HELL APP KDJFAKLDJFL

“oooooooooooooooh my gooooooooooooooood”

KOU KOU KOU KOU KOU KOU KOU KOU KOU KOU KOU KOU

M O O D LOOK AT HER SHE’S PERFECT I’M DEAD