#aloha🌺

[sepiamestus]

what’s ur fave lego set THIS IS CERY IMPORTANT

Rivendell lego set my beloved......

[craigbusch]

💙 Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand, Vanished from my hand, Left me blindly here to stand, but still not sleeping. My weariness amazes me I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet, And the ancient empty street's too dead, for dreaming. ~dylan #aloha🌺 (at New Jersey) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjmD7I8tROp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[revilonilmah]

Hawaiian Psyduck says aloha! 🌺 🥥

[shuueep]

Nothing, I just want to see Prismo in aloha shirt 🌺

[hooked-on-elvis]

Elvis arriving in Hawaii January 9, 1973

On January 9, 1973 (one day after his birthday), Elvis Presley arrives in Hawaii for his televised concert "Aloha From Hawaii" due to January 14.

This is my favorite set of pictures of Elvis. I feel like having a room with all those pictures around (walls to roof, lol). They have such a joyful energy to me. 🥹 Although all his pictures in Hawaii are incredibly perfect I love the January 1973 ones more than anything else so I tried to put the pictures together in a logical sequence of what I figured happened in that moment: Elvis arriving by helicopter, getting out of it, meeting with fans and talking to the press, then hopping in a car and heading to the hotel.

And the most special part of this post comes right away. I'm so happy to share this with you! I FOUND A FEW PICTURES OF ELVIS WITHOUT THE LEIS ON! Maybe some of you have seen it before but it's a first for me, so here it goes (E was wearing an interesting necklace):

A few months ago I noticed in one of the pictures from that day that Elvis was wearing (underneath a thick layer of leis) a beautiful black shirt with a white lines and red dots pattern, but there was only a thin bit of the shirt that was in sight. It's a shame the pictures I found are blurred but still... I'm happy you have no idea. I think E barely left the helicopter and a whole bunch of flowers were thrown around him immediately, which would explain those pictures not being so easy to find (and not having many of them to find) — But hey, no complains from me... the leis hold a very special meaning and they look great on Elvis, of course, but I was dying to see the full outfit and I guess some of you might have been too.

Gorgeous day in Hawaii, glorious moment. ☀️🌺

[arcsimper5]

Aloha 🌺

I’ve recently discovered your blog and I looooveee your fics 😭.

I saw that your requests are open but I didn’t see any rules so excuse me if I did something wrong.

May I request a sweet (possessive) Hunter x F!Reader fic? I loved how you touched on Hunters doubts in Flutter but I’d love to know how you’d think he reacts when there is an idiots in love trope going on.

Spice/smut is always welcome but I don’t want to restrict your creativity.

Thank you 🙏🏻🌺

Hellooooooo lovely anon!

I'm so sorry this took so long, I've been flitting from project to project and not had time to really sit down and think about anything!

So, I wrote what turned into basically a prequel for Flutter, as within that there's a mention of how reader and Hunter got together.

This is a spicy little ficlet, so I hope it's what you wanted and what you were looking for!

Tension

Pairing: Hunter x Reader Explicit content within! Warnings: Angst, pining, idiots in love, guilt, swearing, mentions of bad past.

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Hunter could practically feel the anger radiating from you as you tucked Omega into the spare bunk, making sure Lula was carefully snuggled under her arm before you leant in, whispering goodnight.

Your soft smile, reserved for the young girl, was quickly replaced with a glare as you tugged the curtain across and turned to him, a fire unlike anything he’d ever seen in your eyes.

“My room. Now,” you instructed, heading for the makeshift quarters you had in what had formerly been the storage room. It was by no means large, barely fitting you slightly larger than regulation bed and a small storage chest side by side, but it gave you privacy at least.

If Wrecker, Tech or Echo noticed your anger, they didn’t say anything, all merely shrugging or shaking their heads when Hunter sent them a desperate look, one that screamed ‘help me’.

But he was on his own, letting out a deep sigh as he trudged after you, his head hanging a little.

You stepped to the side, allowing him into the room with you before you closed the door behind you, crossing your arms across your chest.

Hunter took another deep breath as he turned, bracing himself for your telling off.

“How could you?” 

The simple question was laced with venom, anger pouring off of you in waves as you hissed it, leaning forward a little.

“Who the kriff do you think you are that you can just decide that Omega is going to live with a bunch of strangers she just met, and not even talk to us about it?”

“They’re not strangers,” Hunter protested, “they…”

“They are to her!”

Your heart was hammering in your chest, eyes stinging as you stared at Hunter, trying to keep your composure.

“I know what it’s like, to be cast off because no-one wants you, Hunter. You can’t just… do that!”

“I… I wasn’t trying to abandon her,” Hunter murmured, shame flooding his system. Any anger he’d felt at your earlier comments began to melt away as you continued, the salty scent of your tears hitting him like a speeder.

“But that’s what she’ll think,” you choked, breath catching in your throat, “that kid has never been allowed to make a decision in her whole damn life, and the first one she’s made, you try and take away from her!”

“Because I was doing what I thought was best!” Hunter protested, folding his arms to mirror yours, his defences going up once more.

“For who? For her? Or for you?”

“That’s not fair,” Hunter snarled, his eyes narrowing, “Cut and Suu are good people. She’d be with kids her own age…”

“I don’t care if they’re the Force incarnate!” you shouted back, immediately closing your eyes and taking a steadying breath, trying to claw back a sense of calm. “You can’t just decide she’s going to live somewhere else without talking to her, or to us!”

“We don’t know the first thing about kids!” the sergeant barked back, taking a step towards you. “How are we supposed to look after her?”

“Trying would be a good start,” you snapped back sharply, “not shouting at her for making a simple mistake, not trying to dump her on other people. Omega saved your life on Kamino and Force knows she saved all of our shebs back there. Cut, Suu and the kids wouldn’t even have been on that shuttle if it wasn’t for her!”

That silenced Hunter for a moment, your words swarming over him.

“She’s just a kid,” he protested weakly, shaking his head. “I… I’m sorry. I panicked. I… I thought she’d be better off with them. Safer, with them. Being here, on this ship… it’s no life for a kid. It’s barely a life for us… for you.”

His gaze softened as he looked back up at you, the sincerity in them disarming you abruptly.

“Hunter,” you croaked, your tears finally spilling over, “she… She wants to be here. With you. Her family.”

“But she deserves…”

Cocking an eyebrow at the derisive snort you let out, Hunter’s eyes narrowed once more, less anger and more confusion driving the action this time.

“Didn’t we have this exact conversation just after Onderon? Before everything went to shit?” you murmured, dropping your arms to your sides. “You trying to get me to leave with the refugees because it would be ‘safer’? Because I ‘deserved better’?”

Hunter shuffled uncomfortably, drawing in a deep breath as he too let his arms drop, his eyes closing against your reasoning.

“I’ll tell you now what I told you then; I’ve made my choice. I would rather spend my days locked in an Imperial prison than apart from you, from my squad. Omega made the same choice. You seem to have that effect on people.”

The joke caught Hunter by surprise, a short peal of laughter escaping his lips before he shook his head, his expression softening once again.

“For our sins,” he huffed dramatically, your lips turning up into a soft, fond smile for the first time since you’d left Salucemi.

“Hunter,” you called, the exhaustion in your voice suddenly clear. Looking you over cautiously, Hunter stepped forward, coming to meet you as you raised your hands. His met yours without hesitation, lacing your fingers together as your foreheads came to rest against one anothers, both closing your eyes and enjoying the moment. 

“It won’t happen again,” he promised lowly, his guilt obvious, “and… I’m sorry.”

“I know,” you sighed, squeezing his hands softly, offering silent comfort. “Look… if things get too bad, I… I’ll take Omega. I’ll take her and find somewhere, and we can…”

“No…”

The word was huffed so softly, you weren’t sure Hunter had spoken at all until you opened your eyes, shocked at what you found.

Hunter’s gorgeous, chestnut grey eyes were reddened, a single tear rolling down his tattooed cheek, your breath stolen by the way he looked at you.

“Hunter?”

“I… I need you,” he admitted gently, “I… Maker, cyare, I…”

Your stomach fluttered even as your confusion grew.

The relationship you shared with Hunter had always been… different.

While you could joke with Wrecker, chat for hours with Tech and reminisce with Echo, Hunter had always been more… intense. 

The first time you’d found him having a panic attack, you hadn’t hesitated to pull him into your room, laying him down and stroking soothing hands through his hair until the panic subsided.

By the time he woke up some four hours later, he’d been shocked to find himself in a comfortable bed, surrounded by plush pillows with an eye mask on and soothing ocean sounds playing from a small device on your trunk.

Since that day, you’d confided in each other, become closer in a way you had never thought possible. And selfishly, it had left you wanting more.

More of Hunter. More of his attention, his affection, his body and mind… But you would never ask. It was against regulations, and it was a distraction. Until the war ended.

‘He doesn’t mean it like that,’ you chastised yourself inwardly, ‘he doesn’t. He can’t.’

“Hunter?” you managed, the question breathed into the space between you, your eyes still locked with his, “What… What do…”

“On Onderon… I… I didn’t want you to go. I was so glad you chose me, chose us. And then, seeing you cuffed in the cells… I thought I’d made a bad call. I thought I might lose you. I should have… I should have said something then, but…”

“About what?” you prompted into the void left by his cut off sentence, his eyes closing once again as he sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

You couldn’t suppress the gasp that left you as Hunter pulled you against him suddenly, pressing you back against the wall of your room. With once swift motion, Hunter’s hands, still laced with yours, lifted your arms and pinned them over your head.

He withdrew from the keldabe, shifting just enough to lean down, pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss.

For a moment, your brain simply went dark. It stuttered, trying to process the feel of Hunter’s lips on yours, the weight of his body pressing against you, all taut muscle and strong grip, the swipe of his tongue against your mouth…

Letting out a soft moan into the kiss, you opened up to him, Hunter taking full advantage. As your tongues touched, you both let out a whine, your entire body shuddering under his touch.

The reaction seemed to break whatever spell had drawn you together, the sergeant almost leaping back, letting your hands go and holding his own up as if to not appear threatening.

“I… I’m sorry,” he gasped as you leant against the wall, panting for breath, “I shouldn’t have… I should…”

You cut him off with a kiss of your own, practically throwing yourself against him, pinning him against the wall this time. As your hands moved up his chest and to his neck, threading into his thick curls and tugging gently, his wound around your back, clutching at you desperately.

The next few moments were a blur, hands roaming over each other's bodies, pulling at clothing, teeth and lips and tongues clashing in a passionate dance.

By the time your naked back made contact with your bedsheets, you were a babbling mess, barely coherent as Hunter’s mouth moved over your breasts, flicking over one nipple while clever fingers toyed with the other.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you,” he murmured into your soft flesh, “no karking idea.”

“Is, is this really happening?” you gasped as your back arched, drawn into Hunter’s teasing touches.

“I karking hope so,” he purred against your stomach as he made his way lower and lower, kissing every inch he could reach, “because if it’s not, and I wake up alone in my bunk with a hard-on, I’m coming to find you, and making it real.”

You could only shudder and cry out in response as his tongue finally found your centre, licking stripe over your clit, to your dripping entrance.

“Now lay back, mesh’la, and let me take care of you.”

[everythingwithaloha]

Happy Aloha Friday! 🌺

[noforkingclue]

Hi! I’m here with a Butcher request, if that’s alright with you? 💕

I wanted to see how Butcher would react to reader gifting him a new Aloha Shirt🌺. (Sorry I just think he pulls them off ridiculously well) Everyone else thinks his shirts are hideous, including this one, so asking them what he’ll think about it only makes reader more anxious about giving it to him🥺

It can be an established S/o or not, and whatever other magic comes from your author brain please!💕 ☺️

Note: requests are currently closed

I am convinced that Karl Urban can look in anything!

I did this in the mutual pining stage of their relationship. Hope you like it!

Title: Gifts

The Boys tag list: @captainofmybigwetdream, @scraftsku35, @zannemes, @holy-minseok

Billy Butcher tag list: @mrdcks-spaghetti

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

Why would someone as handsome as Butcher wear shirts as hideous as those?

And why the fuck did he manage to pull them off so well.

You rested your chin on the palm of your hand as you studied him intently, eyes narrowed. Frenchie had a look of disgusted on his face as he waved dramatically at Butcher. He was clearly as horrified as the rest of you about Butcher’s choice of ‘fashion. Then again, Frenchie had shit taste. You didn’t know when the last time he washed his clothes (and that went for both Frenchie and Butcher).

“What are you thinking about?”

You glanced up at MM before looked back at Butcher.

“Just wondering where he gets those shirts from,” you muttered, “They’re equal parts hideous and fascinating.”

“We should burn them.” Said MM

“Didn’t know you were so keen on seeing Butcher shirtless.” You said with a smirk

MM glared at you but didn’t say anything. You folded your arms and kicked your feet up on the table, a plan forming in your mind.

*

“Oi, what the fuck are you doing up so late? Though I told you cunts to get some sleep.”

You looked over at the familiar sound of Butcher’s voice. You gently closed the door behind you and gave him a small smile.

“Just popped out for a bit.” You said

“Yeah, I can fucking see that. What for.”

You walked over to your bed and sat down on it. The mattress was shitty but you had become used to sleeping in shit conditions. You had drawn the short (or long depending on how you looked at it) straw and had to share a room with Butcher for the night.

“You shirt,” you said, “Got blood on it.”

“Part of the job, love.”

“Got you a new one.”

The silence was thick. Even with Butcher’s back to you, you could see the tension in his shoulders. He looked at you over his shoulder and said,

“Now why would you do that?”

His voice was uncharacteristically soft and you hesitated for a second.

“Because you needed a new one,” you said, “Can’t keep wearing a torn and bloodied shirt.”

“Have done before.”

“Well we’re slightly more infamous now. Might draw some unwanted attention.”

Butcher turned around and raised an eyebrow at you. You just grinned and threw the bag at him. He caught it in one hand but didn’t open it.

“Don’t feel obliged to wear it,” you said, “You can do what you want with it. Burn it. Use it to dress wounds. Whatever. Doesn’t bother me.”

You lay down and rolled over, closing your eyes. You heard the bag rustle as Butcher opened it and you didn’t want to see his reaction. What if he did hate it?

You really hoped that he did like it.

*

“Where does he get them?”

You glanced at Frenchie. He folded his arms, eyes narrowed at Butcher. He looked down at you and waved his cigarette at you.

“I think he does this to piss us off.” He said

“Piss us off?”

“Piss me off,” said Frenchie with an eye roll, “They’re an eyesore.”

“I don’t know,” you smiled slightly as Butcher passed you in the shirt you got him, “They grow on you.”

[crashbombs]

yet another aloha illus from me :^) as his biggest fan to have EVER existed in the history of this manga existing 🌺 check out my blog for more epic aloha awesomeness

[arrolyn1114]

OMG look what I found!! Whoever cleaned up this footage did a great job so thank you for your service whoever you are!

Aloha Buntyn is so clear here! 🌺❤ This made my evening.

[nightbigail]

Aloha! Here’s another addition to the 3oT NPC Extended Universe: Hoala the Part-Time Jobs Guy from Lulukoko 🌴🌺🐚

He’s a hopeless romantic who gives great love advice and enjoys matchmaking. Ironically, he’s never landed a date with anyone or been in a relationship.

He’s also a terrible flirt because he gets flustered easily 👍

[sepiamestus]

hAHAPPYBIRTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUU THANK YOU!!!!!; i love this cat jmage omg here is one for you

[smilydonut]

🧜🏻‍♀️🌺Aloha! Welcome to Summertime!🌺🧜🏻‍♀️

[galazy-101]

How are you?

Aloha 🌺. I'm doing good right now. Sorry if you've not seen me around lately as my internet service has gone down so posting has now become a every once and a while thing.

I hope I haven't scared or worried you by not popping in to say a hello.

Hope your having an amazing time. ♡~•^-^•~♡

[missmaywemeetagain]

Miles to Go Before I Sleep--a Scarf Exclusive 🌺💙🧣

A ✨minor miracle✨ happened, and I was able to finally write something somewhat cohesive for the first time in what feels like forever...

if you want to check out this Aloha from Hawaii themed Pink Scarf Universe story, join us HERE on Patreon! 🎉

(I'm hoping to have enough energy/inspiration after 5 weeks of illness to write something for everyone soon!💕)

(and thanks to @be-my-ally for the Pinterest collage tips!! 💋)

TW: references to period-related health, diet/ED, and drug issues, mentions of Dr. Nick, passing mention of Jack, Elvis' temper and how that brings up some things for Reader, cussing, baby talk, and of course a smidge of smutty smut 💋

Sneak Peek:

Very early morning, January 14th, 1973

This is bad, you think, buzzing with worry.

When you arrive in the dressing room, your heart pounds erratically in your chest, and not just from the massive, ground-breaking concert you just performed in or the roaring crowd in the arena. No, it’s when you look at your husband and see he’s looking through you, not at you. To be fair, he is distracted by the towel lobbed over his shoulders and the Mafia circling him with congratulations and pats on the back. Telling yourself that’s all it is, you snake your way through the guys and to his side.

“Elvis. Elvis, honey?” you whisper at him, trying not to yank on his bejeweled American Eagle suit with too much force. It was already heavy enough before he spent a few hours sweating in it, and now you guess it’s ten pounds heavier by the way it sticks to him and weighs him down.

“Hmmm?” he murmurs back at you, then finally seems to register your presence. “Oh, here’s my girl.” He squeezes you into his side and for the slightest moment you feel reassured, but the hug feels superficial and weak compared to how he once embraced you so tight you thought he’d never let you go.

He’s usually wired and riding high after a performance by this point. Instead, he seems exhausted and uncharacteristically out of it.

The itch inside you to pull him away and ask if he’s okay is so strong it makes your fingers tingle. You know doing such a thing now could perhaps hurt his ego, so you bite your tongue for the moment. But the way he lets you go and seemingly brushes you off has you grinding your teeth.

Stepping away, you tear off your own suit jacket, throwing it over a chair back and roasting from the inside out, even though it’s monumentally cooler in here than it was under all those lights on stage. Worry and brewing anger will do that.

The guys are sycophantically praising Elvis’ performance, and he nods along, not quite absorbing the words based on his blank expression. Perhaps you are just exhausted yourself because usually you would be singing his praises, too, but you know deep down it wasn’t his best show and that there is something fundamentally off about him.

He sinks down onto the sofa and a sense of relief washes through you. But you still feel on guard and uneasy. Maybe it’s the way Dr. Nick lingers in the corner, talking to Joe...

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Taglist Pt 1

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[sims-therapy]

Aloha Summer Baby Tees

My dear friend expressed her need for cute floral summer inspired baby tees, so I decided to make them! 🌸🌺

Further information and download on my Patreon!