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SO IT'S LIKE SAFE AS LIFE AND MAYBE I DREAMT YOU DREAM ME THE WORLD AND HE FELT KNOWN THE OCEAN BURNED AND HE WAS STUPID ABOUT ADAM AND RONAN'S SECOND SECRET HE THREW ME OUT THE WINDOW AND NOW THAT SHE HAD THIS KIND SHE DIDN'T WANT THE OTHER AND I'LL BE PROUD FOR YOU AND FRIENDSHIP OF THE UNSHAKEABLE KIND WE INSTEAD OF YOU AND ME THEY ALLOWED NO ONE ELSE TO BE COMFORTABLE WITH THEM SHE SAW HIS EYES DART TO GANSEY NOW WE NEVER SPEAK OF IT AGAIN AND HE WOULD TAKE THEM ANYWHERE WITH HIM HE WAS A KING AND SHE WAS A LITTLE IN LOVE WITH ALL OF THEM. HER RAVEN BOYS.
Netflix stop cancelling my favorite shows after 1 season challenge
OUT HERE DOIN THE LORDS WORK!! I LOVE MURDOCH SO MUCH AND YOUR DESIGN FOR HIM IS *CHEFS KISS*
hiya! Decided to look through your Murdoch tag and noticed theres really not much of him around! May we see more of this gentle orange giant? I love your design for him! :D
jus a gentle guy ✨
Thsi story is so freaking good (go read it and show some love), I made some silly goofy fanart of it
Chapter 5 is up for "Trust Me", a Starscream fanfiction : )
Also, I am looking for a Beta Reader for the story. Looking for someone who loves Transformers and reads a lot : ). Please leave a comment here if you are interested. First come first serve : oDec
Summary for those who are new:
Hashtag yearns to connect more with Starscream and she can't stand at how the world doesn't want to give him a second chance. She also wishes he wasn't so hostile towards the world.
Her solution?
To welcome Starscream into the Malto family as a new uncle and shower him with the love and support he needs, even if he doesn't think he needs it.
New Mutants #27 - “Begin at the Beginning…” (2022)
written by Vita Ayala art by Rod Reis, Jan Duursema, & Ruth Redmond
yall ever go like, "yeah I just got this perfect plot in my head ill definitely write it up tomorrow" and then the next morning you can't even remember yourself much less the damned perfect plot. Like that's literally impossible you might as well be dreaming.
“Scarlet gasped as Wolf buried one hand into her mess of curls and kissed her back”
Could you writing a story with survivor!Nat using the prompts:“I want to help you, so please let me.” and “Sure, you can use me as a pillow.”?
yes! anything for survivor!Nat.
Masterlist. Survivor!nat
Sleep
Nat rarely allowed you to go with her on the "resource hunt". You learned all the reasons already and were reciting them in your mind alongside her annoyed tone. "It's dangerous, you're unprepared, there might be an ambush, Clint wants to go with me, I want to do this alone, someone needs to guard the place."
You knew she meant well. You knew she was afraid. You knew she was anxious almost all the time. Those rare minutes together, she was spending on cherishing you and trying to make you feel better, when she herself was blinking her own tears away. She didn't ask anything of you. Your warmth in her dying world was just enough to get through the day. But you wanted to give her so much more.
"Tonight I'm going with you."
"We've already talked about this." She didn't even look at you, being too busy trying to assemble a Glock 23 at the half burned table from the scraps she found yesterday. You desperately needed more weapons and she had to find a way to make it work.
"Nat, Clint is exhausted. And you..." You had no idea even how to name the state she was in. "...I want to take his place."
She twitched, when you put your hands on her shoulders. During the better times, it would always earn a moan of approval. But not anymore, her casual reactions were shattered, just as her previous persona. You hesitated. She didn't want you to continue, she didn't need it anymore.
"Then I'll be alone."
Her stubbornness was driving you crazy. You were fighting with the urge to shake her shoulders, to shake the common sense in her. But the the click of the rusty trigger reminded you that Nat was already on the edge.
"You won't be able to find much, while always thinking about the lookout."
She let out a low warning growl. You didn't dare to doubt her. Not you, not now. Her whole confidence was building around you, fighting the tentacles of despair and failure.
"I didn't mean that." You took away the cold metal from her hands and the needy touch of her fingers caught you off guard. "I want to help you, so please let me. "
She obliged, she had no other choice. Your fingers brushed her hair. She didn't have either the time or the resources to take care of it.
Knots and split ends, too dry, too fragile. Even the shade of the red changed. But you still loved it, still caressed it, still pulled it and kissed afterwards. Your skin burned her temples and just for a second she closed her eyes. It felt good, it felt almost secure. Her slightly tilted head was repeating the direction of your gentle movements. Nat was being washed over by the calm waters of tiredness.
"Why are you doing this?" she whispered, trying to still have that bravado even in the hushed words. "I have to remain concentrated."
"Your favorite glocks can wait for a few hours."
Nat hummed something. A thank you mixed with a request to stop. Being weak tonight wasn't a part of her plan. But she couldn't bring herself to get up and scold you. She missed this too much and she felt something stinging her eyes. Her own tears were lulling her to sleep.
"Nat, just trust me." You gently bit her neck and earned a hissed reply. She didn't even remember anymore that pain could be a part of pleasure.
She let you guide her to your bed. Or rather to the old mattress, that was too small for both of you. You saw the struggle in her eyes. Nat didn't see you lying like this, inviting her, opening yourself for her for such a long time. You tried before, she just never noticed. She got on top of you with a painful groan, her muscles just couldn't stretch the proper way anymore.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Sure, you can use me as a pillow."
Nat nuzzled into your neck, leaving the wetness of her tears on your collarbone. You gently caressed her back until her sharp breathing retrieved it's calmer pace. Her fists were not anchoring you anymore. Her possessiveness fell asleep with all the tension of the last few weeks.
"I will always protect you. Always be by your side." You whispered into her dream.
It didn't take long for you to slowly drift away too.
❛ Hyunjin looks that leave me speechless 18/∞ ❜
nah bc mary being missing is heartbreaking enough and then you spot the telescope 💔
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Hurting
Still not over this