#homiines

[f1ameheir]

the sheer fact that , after everything , he still took aelin at her word was an aspect of rowan she would never not find humor in.      and one she would not exploit for her own amusement even now.      witnessing the joining of elide and lorcan , of aedion and lysandra , and the grand event that it should rightly be , left aelin in loss of what she and rowan had not been given.     yes their union had been officiated nearly a year prior in just a days time already , it was the hastened piece of it that left the queen feeling empty.       the looming darkness of war forced them to speed through their wedding.      if one could call it such upon a ship preparing for battle.      a joining of two in love solely for the technicalities of it in case she was to fall   —   to ensure terrasen would have a king.      but sharing her sadness with her dearest shapeshifting friend was what had spurred the idea.      a proper wedding on the day of their first anniversary.      a wedding to go down in history books.      and by all the gods aelin had banished did she lay the false trail for her husband to believe this wedding would be the most extravagant show the nation of erilea had ever seen.      and somehow he believed her every step. 

morning of the day had come , doors to the throne room closed as for the aids to ready the space in what she conveyed as what would be overly decorated and filled to the brim with guests from all corners of the nation , and aelin had sat within their chambers.      the simple dress white as terrasen snow resting atop the staghorns with a golden depiction of the lord of the north on her back , sat in the bag hanging from the changing screen.      a suit identical in color with its own take of the symbol of the northernmost territory on its lapel , a surprise for the man who she had led to believe would be wearing forest green robes for the better half of a month , resting in its own bag upon her lap as she awaited her mate.      

hand ringless for the first time shook as she waited for him to exit the bathroom.      lysandra had taken both of them as to prepare them for the event.      but without them , even for a few hours , left aelin feeling a different sort of naked.      thankfully the shaking did not last long as the door opened and eyes wicked with her own schemes locked to his.      ❛   aedion brought up your robes for the wedding while you were in there doing god knows what for so long.   ❜      arms extend the bag in his direction as she rose to her feet closing the space between the two , inhaling his clean scent.      ❛   i see you found the lavender soap.   ❜

@homiines get's a happy starter for rowan!

[burygods]

starter call : cade eaton.

" i've never wanted to drop kick a kid as much as i have today. " the redhead speaks shamelessly --- that was one thing willa grant did not possess ... shame. not that she would. it's an intrusive thought --- that she had acted upon a few times. memory serves nudging a young boy, bully, into a pool not that long ago. very much deserved, and hopes it be a lesson for years to come not to mess with luke as long as willa's around.

hands in the soapy water as they wash the dishes that lay submerged. she glances over her shoulder at @homiines, catching eyes for a moment before getting back to work. " kids can be so mean to each other. " thus the curse of humanity.

[rosmoure]

plotted starter for @homiines for rhysand.

"i'll be right back!" her voice carries towards her sisters who were in the middle of the dance floor; sweat had begun to drip at the back of her neck and she desperately needed to refresh herself. blue orbs scan for the restrooms, still utterly memorized by the beauty of the club. perhaps it was the drinks, perhaps it was because feyre was finally in vacation mode, celebrating her late birthday, living carefree. no tamlin, no one telling her what to do.

heels click on the marble floor as she finds herself in front of the mirror of the bathroom, a hand dips into the sink to collect some water to pat behind her neck, while the other hand holds her golden brown hair up. hues poor over her outfit; a long silky black dress cuts off at her ankles, backless. and to nesta's point, it sure does hug her curves well.

a blush leaves her cheeks as she leaves the restroom, in seeking for a very stiff drink.

[divescustos]

@homiines. starter call.

A SMILE PLAYING ON HIS LIPS, he swept down to press his lips against hers. For all they had been apart mere moments, his still heart would never again not yearn for her. It wasn't the gravity of the planet he orbited, but Bella. And today was an important day, despite all of her previous grumbling about it.

"Am I still forbidden to wish you a happy birthday?" he teased, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

[scribare-archive]

@homiines.

putting down the warm water and towels, she stands behind him : assessing the wound upon his shoulder after cleaning off most of the blood. not too big perhaps, but deeper than she would like it. fingertips brush against outside of the wound & there's a soft exhale, cleaning off her hands.     ❝   i think it need to be stitched before you go home.   ❞      idealy, she would have him stay here for a few days, so it would have time to heal some. not the same healing ability as some others might posess, needle and thread is probably the best she could do right now. that, and time. hold it together so it would heal. but if anyone could just leave this place, she could understand why one would take it.

[krvla]

@homiines starter for RODOLPHUS from Bellatrix

‘ Honestly , do you see the way Cissy fawns over that Malfoy boy ?? It’s so . . . BORING. Don’t you think ?? ’ She tosses curly black hair over one shoulder , not even offering Rodolphus a glance to indicate she was speaking to him.

‘ . . . how would you do it ?? ’ She raises thickly drawn eyebrows , finally turning her gaze toward him. ‘ . . . if you fancied someone , I mean . . . how would you show them ?? ’

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

LIKED : post-shower starter call / @homiines

feat. haymitch abernathy and percy jackson.

               it   is   difficult   being   here,   only   because   there   is   no   alcohol.      do   they   have   any   idea   the   physical   and   mental   toll   it   takes   on   an   alcoholic   to   just   quit   cold   turkey?      not   to   mention   the   lights   in   this   underground   district   are   disgustingly   bright.      haymitch   isn’t   sure   if   the   headache   is   from   the   lack   of   alcohol   or   the   lights.      maybe   both.      ❝   woah   woah   woah,   slow   down.   ❞      he   interrupts   the   speaker,   turning   and   letting   his   eyes   adjust   and   finally   focus   on   just   who   it   is   speaking   to   him.      ❝   listen   i’m   gonna   be   honest   with   you,   i   have   no   idea   what   you   just   said   because   i   am   having   some   pretty   serious   withdrawals.      so   how   about   we   back   up   and   start   from   the   beginning.   ❞

[forgaeven1]

❛ peter, ¡deja de moverte! or else the concealer wouldn't set nicely, cariño, ❜ she's concentrating, frowning a little as she taps the product gently across the bruise over his eye.

@homiines / one-to-three liner starter call !

[marblecarved]

Bella's question prompts Esme to pause in her movements and then turn her head just enough to follow Bella's gaze, and when it lands on her paint splattered bag, on that table over there, she chuckles - a short, sweet sound. ❝ Oh, that ! ❞ turning anew towards Bella, Esme leans forward in her seat a little, as though she is about to share a secret of great importance - and she is, in a way ! ❝ There's not a lot in there, ❞ she tells her, in a voice no louder than a murmur. ❝ Just a couple of drawings I've been working on, ❞ which are meant to be a surprise for Carlisle, and meant is the key word, here. Can a surprise stay a surprise for long in this house ? Experience has taught Esme that no, it does not, and this is why she does not tell Bella they are a surprise, nor who it is for, preferring to keep it a secret as long as she is able to; There is something she can do without risk, however, and her face lights up at the thought. ❝ Would you like to see them ? ❞

𝙴𝚂𝙼𝙴 𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙽  ( @marblecarved )  is interacting with 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰 𝚂𝚆𝙰𝙽  via a random generator.

    ❛❛   what’s in that bag and why are you hiding it here?  ❜❜   she’s not a stranger to something unusual happening in the cullen household,   with it happening more and more recently thanks to being invited over by edward.   maybe she shouldn’t be intruding and asking questions about something that has nothing to do with her but she’s curious. 

[atakeflight]

So, i would love to rb that post but it will clutter the entire dash so:

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[salvatoraes-moved]

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titanic ( 1997 )

scream ( 1996 )

tangled ( 2010 )

nightmare before christmas ( 1993 )

before sunrise ( 1995 )

moonrise kingdom ( 2012 )

how to lose a guy in 10 days ( 2003 )

ready or not ( 2019 )

jennifer's body ( 2009 )

guardian's of the galaxy vol. 2 ( 2017 )

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[f1ameheir]

it was her idea , and yet as their horses leading the wagon behind moved closer to rifthold , the further she felt the weight in her chest grow.      as if a slab of iron had been piled atop her more and more the closer the once dreaded city became.      aelin , or we’ll celaena , had promised him that night she laid atop his body in that damned dungeon that she would lay him to rest with the honor he deserved.      after all he had given her , given up for her   . . .   it was only the tip of the iceberg of what how she wished she could repay him.      but like many other things , the opportunity had been ripped from her.      but no longer.      to rebuild a better world meant mending things broken , upholding promises thought forgotten , and not just castles and walls.      even if as the city walls greeted them , as the streets filled with life filled her ears upon seeing the reversed queen of terrasen amongst them , aelin felt like crumbling.      but he   —   sam   —   had fought , had never broken and never gave in.      and neither would she.      she would hold it together just a little longer. 

aelin led through the city without word or thought , knuckles near as white as terrasen snow  , clutching the reins of her horse as the solemn group who followed with wagon in tow neared the graveyard.      i can do this.      i am not afraid.      over and over words chanted to herself as the world around her faded and soon enough they neared the beautiful yet simple stone jutting from the earth marking the plot of land for whom lay below   (  a gift from another she had never gotten to relay her thanks to.   )      it’s then does aelin waste no time , passing no words , as she dips from the back of her mare leaving the others , rowan included , as if they did not exist behind as she closed the remaining distance.      only when she stood before that weathered rock did the piling weight finally claim her.      her body falling to her knees , sinking into the summer soil as hands reached the sun warmed stone before her.      aelin’s fingers tracing over the engraved words  :    sam cortland.      beloved.      

 ❛   hello sam.     i’m here to bring you home   . . .   like i promised.   ❜

@homiines get's a starter for rowan !

[burygods]

starter : simon bassett & ingrid hirst.

she was indeed a hurricane wrecking through london, leaving destruction in her wake, and she wears a smile while doing it. an absolute headache for her brother who was here for the politics, politics that included her ... which she wasn't too keen on. what she was keen on was parties, was bodies filling a room and moving to the beat of her drum. and then there was him.

❛ ❛ i do hope you won't spend the entire evening brooding in this corner. ❜ ❜ princess stands in survey of the duke, eyebrow perked upward as corners of her lips dare to break into a smile as she attempts to feign seriousness. glass of champagne was brought to her lips slowly as eyes were trained on @homiines.

[thatprettylittlething]

❝ Why aren’t you 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉 of me? ❞

@homiines      summoned     ⟶       lyric / poetry based starter.  

[bruiseeasily]

spell out your url using song titles. then, tag as many people as there are letters in your url. (or just tag however many people you want :D)

bruises - renee rapp r u mine? - artic monkeys umbrella - rihanna innocence - avril lavigne sparks - coldplay easy on me - adele

eat your young - hozier another love - tom odell six feet under - billie eilish i lost a friend - finneas love; not wrong (brave) - EDEN you're on your own, kid - taylor swift

tagged by @terrifyingstories tagging: @lindscys @theyheroes @danviers @cagedpotential @optimst @parameddie @homiines @venustrape @fortislumen + whoever wants to do it!!

[scribare-archive]

@homiines. sharing a kiss while sitting by a campfire.

she should know better. but he was . . . different from every male she knew. didn't look at her like she was a bother nor like she was barely worth the dirt on their shoes. maybe that was a low bar to have, rather minimal in most ways, but he made her feel seen & it felt good. felt good being around him too, for that matter. blanket curled around herself and they've been sitting in silence for some time, a comfortable silence she didn't mind. not quite sure who turned first, who shifted closer : but nose brush against his, eyes stick to his as she holds her breath for a moment. feel stuck in her throat before distance is closed and lips brush against his.