#i rlly like this

[murdrdocs]

i need cute domestic fluff w finnick and like him and reader like living a cute little life after the rebellion and like them just living together and being happy

this is like the only life i can associate with finnick.

slow days where you both take it easy. sometimes, there's this mental fog that takes place over your minds, especially finnick's, but you've gotten used to living in harmony together, especially in these moments.

these are the mornings when the bed is extra comfortable and inviting. there's nothing urging either of you to get out, so even when you wake up the first time, there's a second and third awakening before you're truly awake. you know finnick can't sleep like that, but he refuses to shower without you, and he doesn't want to take you awake from comfort, so each time you wake up he's sitting with his back against the headboard, a worn book in his hands and a concentrated look on his face.

the showers during these days are long, drawn out, filled with the excessive use of water and products that scent your skin and hair with aromas adored by both parties.

the breakfast is eaten late, bordering on lunch, and it's kept simple, too. sometimes pancakes, waffles, maybe a sandwich. it's usually eaten outside with the sound of waves crashing against the shore as a background. you tell him of your dreams, he silently envies how innocent and pure they are.

"we had a kid, named him mikey."

"mikey?"

an excited nod from you as you sip your juice. "mhm! short for michel."

finnick's lips turn up as he lets your dream take the place of his nightmares. before, the thought of them would make a chill run down his body, but with the image of what mikey would look like in his head, he feels warm, even with the sea breeze blowing across his tanned skin.

afternoons are spent in each other's company. there's a walk sometimes, maybe a bike ride. sometimes you do garden work, planting flowers, taking up ones that've already grown to make a bouquet for the counter. usually, you're both on the beach, finnick fishing while you peacefully lounge on a large navy blue and white striped towel.

then you're back home, the TV softly playing an old sitcom that's bearable by your standards while you paint your nails and finnick cooks dinner, the new bouquet a perfect center peace on the island. the smell of your favorite dish is comforting, and you have the urge to go join him in the kitchen. the nail polish bottle is left half open on the coffee table and you're standing behind finnick with your arms wrapped around his torso, letting the heat of his body and the stove dry your probably-already-ruined nail art.

the nights are quiet. another shower shared, two bodies standing close in the large space. you're usually wrapped in one of finnick's shirts. he typically dons a pair of loose pants. you settle into bed, finnick with the same book from earlier, you finishing the episode from earlier, and you're curled into his side. you fall asleep before the episode ends, leaving it for another day, finnick finishes his chapter.

the lamp is flicked off, your breathing is soft, the window is cracked to let in a breeze and the same sound of the ocean. the mix of finnick's two favorite things –– you and the sea –– is what lulls him to sleep.

his arms around your body, your head against his chest, and a general stillness in your shared home.

[gree-gon]

(late) happy bday to Sol <3

reborn oc belongs to @crimsoncrim :]

[sophiebigofi-blog]

Redrew a song cover but with my oc :3 it’s called “Nothing’s Working Out” by Meiyo

[cepheusgalaxy]

anyways i found a really cool quote

"[...] The abjection of womanhood resides in the role carved out for women, in their being defined not just as the ‘opposite’ of men, but as fundamentally deficient, as representing a lack, bearing a void and a nothingness where men are and have. Biological difference becomes social construct, a tangible distinction elevated to irreconcilable identities. In doing so, ‘woman’ becomes everything ‘man’ isn’t … and also, everything ‘man’ cannot be. Everything ‘man’ cannot sink to the level of."

source

[soediz]

When will I know I’m someone

[stellarxdeath]

[lacunasbalustrade]

[caliveralt]

This ISNT heartstopper content but I’m just rlly happy with how it came out

[dumbassv33]

[arinmoss]

Chappell Roan :3

[saltedcaramelreblogs]

@thelingering

If you learn anything from me, I hope it is to write to Jesus in a little journal every morning, to listen to worship, to read your bible, journal some verses you liked and maybe watch a video from a christian youtuber / listen to a christian podcast.

This is what I call quiet time. And doing it daily will completely transform everything for you. You will know God. You will give him space to support you and help you and teach you. It is so relaxing, so special and wonderful: Faith that is alive.

[clemenlush]

ur lips my lips apocalypse

[tartppola]

last dance with skully

[miauiz]

A tiny small au thing….

[ash-and-starlight]

Sokka baulked. "I'm not getting on that." "That," said Zuko, "is my baby." Zuko's baby, a fifty foot dragon, huffed. Great white plumes of smoke issued out of his nostrils and buffeted around Sokka. "Play nice, Druk," said Zuko, laughing

for The Mercy of Magpies chapter 2!

as always written by thee wonderful showstopping incredible @ranilla-bean ✨

chapter post || cover || map and characters

[bestosunglass]

If not platonic then one-sided