#sweet paloma

[xjoonchildx]

Miss Ana,

In true “I saw this Tik tok and thought of you” fashion, allow me to send you this https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMMf5DFSh/

NOT THE CUMBIA EDIT PALOMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA 😂

this is why this fandom will always be number one in my heart

[demaparbat-hp]

Can we please see what Yue looks like in your modern au?

Lovely astrologist in the making 🌕💜

[pro-royalty]

Sabrina Carpenter

w. Paloma Sandoval & Whitney Peak

[ivystoryweaver]

Oscar Isaac Music Poll

Songs below the cut if you don't know them or just want to hear them again!

[softerhaze]

lots of firsts being experienced in the abrams household 4 better or 4 worse

[pouroverpaloma]

Whenever someone tells me "Yeah, I don't really get the Rolan hype" I send them one of your Rolan fics.

It never fails to get us another member for the Holy Rolan Empire.

Thank you for your service.

thank you thank you it’s an honor just to be here

[mywilltoliveisdecreasing]

I just finished watching The Neon Barbarian & Neon Wings and the way I BURSTED into tears at that last bit

“I like sound of it. Until the next sunrise!….. until the next sunrise.”

BRO-

[sarharmonics]

What would I do without my Sweet Baby, Cherry Pie, Butter Cup, Sugar, Little Honey Bee?

[drewstarkley]

My Top 10 Albums of 2024 (So Far...Bc of the Grammy Noms):

brat, Charli xcx Highlight Tracks: - "Girl, so confusing featuring Lorde" - "Sympathy is a Knife" - "365" Hit Me Hard and Soft, Billie Eilish Highlight Tracks: - "Chihiro" - "Blue" - "Lunch" Prelude to Ecstasy, The Last Dinner Party Highlight Tracks: - "Caesar on a TV Screen" - "Nothing Matters" - "Portrait of a Dead Girl" The Great Impersonator, Halsey Highlight Tracks: - "Panic Attack" - "Life of the Spider (Draft)" - "Letter to God (1998)" Cacophany, Paris Paloma Highlight Tracks: - "labour" - "triassic love song" - "hunter" Alligator Bites Never Heal, Doechii Highlight Tracks: - "NISSAN ALTIMA" - "CATFISH" - "DEATH ROLL" Real Power, Gossip Highlight Tracks: - "Edge of the Sun" - "Act of God" - "Turn the Card Slowly" The Girl With No Face, Allie X Highlight Tracks: - "Black Eye" - "Galina" - "Off With Her Tits" The Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology, Taylor Swift Highlight Tracks: - "I Look in People's Windows" - "Florida!!! (feat. Florence + the Machine)" - "The Albatross" Short 'n' Sweet, Sabrina Carpenter Highlight Tracks: - "Juno" - "Dumb and Poetic" - "Bed Chem" Honourable Mentions: "What a Devastating Turn of Events" by Rachel Chinouriri, "What a Relief" by Katie Galvin, "MEGAN Act I & II" by Megan Thee Stallion, "I'm Doing It Again Baby!" by girl in red, "Dopamine" by Normani, "Room Under the Stairs" by Zayn, "God Said No" by Omar Apollo, "Cowboy Carter" by Beyonce

[xjoonchildx]

ANAAALSKDNSOSOSKSKSKS

I knooooow you’ve seen THE photos by now but I just saw someone comment on one of them

“I knew Hoseok was gonna get those ugly ass boots” and now I’m dying 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Of couuurse he diiiiid 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

lmaoooooo paloma why is this so accurate?

hahaha in my delulu mind the first thing i’m doing when i move in is stuffing those monstrosities in the deepest, darkest closet he has hahahahaha

[robinsdearest]

What I’ve done to upset the stars

Dick Grayson x Reader

(Idea brought to you by “forsaken” by Paris Paloma)

Your feet dangle over the side of the roof. Looking up, you’re sad to see more clouds. You wish the stars would have come out tonight. But you know the stars were selfish. Stars were free- they were free to come and go as they please. To show themselves and to hide and to shine brighter or duller depending on how they felt. Selfish to live and to breathe and to die and to burn out.

Looking back down, your eyes roam between the colors and the gleam of the city below. The night time sky is illuminated by the city lights. The wonders. The stars of the modern world that ignite the clouds with false light. False pretenses. False hope.

The day had been uneventful, to say for certain. You followed your father’s plans, completed his tasks, obeyed his orders. The dutiful child of a crime lord, too small for major vigilante attention, but large enough that he would be a problem in the coming years. You fulfilled his ideas of a servant to the black market of Gotham, funneling the drugs to and fro. Cocaine, fear toxin, prescription drugs, venom- it didn’t matter what was in those boxes, you never knew. Your father played his hand close to his chest to avoid the direct spotlight on you.

You’re not sure that you wanted it, though. The warmth it would bring you would be like the city skyglow, fake and artificial. The dark nights and city lights to encase you within the shadows and blanket in comfort of a past you have always lived.

You know that you have always wanted to be warm, though. To feel the selfish burn, the intimacy. To be Icarus flying on the clouds and to feel the sun warm your wings and to feel free.

“It’s a little chilly outside to not have a jacket.”

The voice comes from the stairwell to the corner of the roof. Not his usual entrance, but welcome nonetheless. The natural born star. The knight in shining armor. The hero of Bludhaven.

You had tracked down the famous Nightwing so that he could take down your father’s crime ring almost two years ago to this day. You had been giving the vigilante information about trackings and shipments. You had even hand-delivered a package to a spot that you knew would get caught by the blue bird. A setup of your own design, skillfully wrought.

Your father had been furious that night. Accused his own men of being traitors. He had sent you across town so that he could take care of them on his own. At home, he tucked you into bed and kissed you goodnight. He sat on the corner of your bed and told you that he was disappointed in the night’s events. Disappointed in you. He had told you that you deserved to go down with the shipment. To fail so that you might learn from your mistakes. That your failures would stain everyone around you- most importantly the only family you had left.

Maybe you deserved to fail. Maybe you deserved the sun melting your wings to plummet into the cold, dark sea. Deserved the stain that melted wax would leave on your skin. Maybe you deserved no lights or warmth at all.

The sound of Dick’s feet shuffling toward you bring you back into the moment. He stands to your left, looking out at the city skyline with you. The heights and shapes of buildings jutting from the horizon that help to obscure the selfish stars. The moon that no longer watched you.

He turns to you, bright blue eyes and easy smiles; the city lights glowing along his skin. This man that you so easily fell for. Months of planning to take down your father turned into months of talks and sleepovers. Secrets and prayers whispered between the two of you. The hard-learned failure was falling in love with your natural enemy: spawn of crime lord and spawn of caped crusader. A heart beating for Nightwing was a heart beating for Dick Grayson, one and the same but entirely different. His charming looks and honeyed words that convinced you you were special. And you felt like you were when you were with him.

But that thought coats your throat with ash.

Your silence tears the smile from his glorious face. You can make out the wetness of his raven hair, the small water droplets stuck to the curls around the nape of his neck. He must have just come here from a shower. He always knew where to find you, when you wanted him to find you.

“What did he say to you this time?” He says, as if he also knows what makes your bones grow tired.

“It’s not about my father.” You reply. 

It’s his turn to stay silent for a few seconds. Your eyes roam his own, hoping that he would find the words you would have too much trouble to get out. He’s beautiful from this angle. Painstakingly pretty in a way that hurts your heart with how much light and warmth this hero had brought to your cold life.

“I’ve told you before that we can get you out of this entirely. I can take you from him and protect you and keep you safe. We can erase your past. Erase anything you might call a failure from his eyes.”

Somewhere between the months of meeting him and falling in love, you and Dick had switched puzzles. No longer were you trying to take down your father- Dick’s first priority was to get you to safety. It was a recent labyrinth to navigate, one that you weren’t sure how it would work. You were more afraid of the plans failing and Dick getting hurt because of a dark past you didn’t know how to grow beyond.

Your father’s words continue to clatter and smash through every neuron in your brain. His words that have shortened “your failures” to “you.” How you have failed him, your family, hell, even Dick. How you will stain those around you. How you were not special beyond what you were to the crime ring. He had warned you that anyone too close could ruin you. And it would be too hard to let Dick get closer and allow you to ruin him.

You stand to face him, your bones and joints stiff from sitting. You had waited a while for him to show, dreading this conversation you knew you needed to have. You would not ruin him.

“We have to end this thing between us, Dick.”

“Bullshit.”

Dick is blissfully brilliant, smarter than you could ever hope to be. He can see through your facade, your self-deprecating issues stemmed from the morals of a heaven-set saint raised in a criminal background. So badly you wanted to be taken away from dark plans, insidious tasks, and evil orders.

“You’re not making this any easier!” You look back to the skies, pleading for something to save you. The selfish stars never listen. You can see Dick out of the corner of your eye. He watches you carefully, painfully. Why can’t he get it? “We can’t keep doing this. This is getting too complicated, too messy. What if you get hurt and I can’t save you and-“

“Then tell me what I need to do to make this easier for you!” Dick interrupts. “Let me help you. Do you want me to stay and help-“ He pauses, thinking over his next words, afraid of what your answer could be. “Do you want to stay with your father?”

“That’s definitely not what I want.” You say quickly, too quickly.

“Then what do you want?” He raises his voice. Dick’s screams wrack your body. It’s unsettling for a fight of this caliber for his raised voice to sound so broken.  

“I want to see the stars.” Your eyes burn with your half-assed answer, tears threatening to spill. You know being this petty can only hurt you more. You raise your own voice. “I want to know why they get to shine. Why they get to choose and why I am stuck here!”

“No,” he bites. He pulls on his hair, almost manic. “You want to be a star.” He motions to the skyline. “Don’t you want to shine the brightest? Be more than what your father has made you feel? Be free to do what you want?”

He knows you so well, knows the inner workings of your brain and your thoughts. Knows how you idolized the stars and the freedom they had.

The moon and the stars must have conspired tonight to hide away, to hide in the clouds to watch selfless people do selfless things when all they want to be is to be selfish. You know you could save Dick from the way you would burn his wax and feathers to his skin. You couldn’t watch him fall. You wouldn’t. 

He throws his arms back to his side. Dick stands still for a moment, flexing his hands and fingers as he counts his breaths. Your name falls from his lips like a prayer, a solemn expression of devotion.

“You deserve to live. This is not living. You deserve to be happy, deserve someone who makes you happy and who can keep you safe.”

You wince, the tears now not waiting for permission. “You don’t get to decide what I deserve.”

You finally look at him, meet his stare: his eyes a mixture of contradictory feelings.

Pain. Desire. Despair. Love.

“Do I not deserve you?” Dick’s question sends a shiver down your spine you attempt to suppress. Of course he notices, he always does, and he continues to press. He takes a few tentative steps toward you. “If you think the stars can choose, then why can’t we? I’m wanting to give you all that you need to shine on your own so that you can shine with me.”

You scoff. “I never asked you to do any of those things. You picked me up and decided that I was what you wanted.”

“I want to give you the stars.” Dick stands too close, inches from your beating heart that you know he can hear; he can feel; he can mirror. He extends a hand, dragging a knuckle across your cheek to wipe away the tears. “But you refuse to let me.” You lean into his hand, closing your eyes. His voice lowers to a whisper. “You’ve always shone the brightest in my eyes. You’ve always been special to me. We can start your life over. You don’t have to be shadowed by the past.”

Dick knew better than anyone, anyone, that your past did not define you- no matter who you were. His own past was tragic and devastating, and in many ways, worse than yours has been. After free-falling through pitch black, Dick’s selfish feet have touched the ground. He has paved his own path for his own life. A star in his own ways. He could do the same for you.

A small whimper escapes your throat. You’re trying to show some resolve here, what little you might have left.

“So why won’t you let me deserve you?”

Your resolve stands tall. “Because you don’t deserve me, Dick.” You step out his reach, wrapping your arms around your body instead. “You’re too kind for this world.” Too kind for me, you want to scream. “I can only be a burden to those around me. I don’t want to stain you.”

You can see Dick’s tears falling now. His arm is outstretched toward you, and you want nothing more than to step into him again. There is an intrinsic part of you that wants to jump, wants to take flight on homemade wings so that the moon and the stars and the clouds and the very heavens could cry out in joy at your freedom. However, your father’s words have a leash on your mind; you know this will only end badly.

And maybe Icarus had done something to upset the stars so that the sun would take revenge. The sun would burn wax and feathers and skin for the selfish beings that were free to do as they please. And you, just like Icarus, would fall from the grace of the light and into the depths. The depths of a city with false light, the depths of a lifestyle with false pretenses, and the depths of a broken heart with false hope. Maybe you had done something to upset the stars, too.

“I will not stop fighting for you.” Dick breaths.

But maybe here the sun was not taking revenge. The sun had gifted you Dick Grayson, this boy wonder, this golden child, this kind man. A kindness that radiated from his every movement, his every being, that it could remind a crime lord’s child that help is there even when you believe you don’t deserve it.

The trails along his cheeks from his tears glisten under the city haze. Maybe you deserved the light and the warmth and the choice and the freedom.

“I don’t want you to stop.” You whisper.

He smiles then, a small one just from the corners of his mouth so that only a small dimple shows on his cheek. It takes every ounce of your being to not close the distance between you and put your lips there, to kiss away the dent, the salty tears, the pain of tonight. Instead, you choose to match his smile.

His shoes turn and shuffle along the roof. The stairwell in the corner opens and closes and you are once again left alone. You sit back down to dangle your feet over the side of the roof.

In your life, your father ruled everything but the heavens, everything but the stars. A crime lord’s child who wanted to fly and to soar.

Dick had shown you that the stars were yours to grab. That you were free to be selfish and to live and to breathe and to die and to burn out on your own time.

If you could fly between the extremes, find what you wanted, you could mirror the stars and shine on your own. And after finding that love and kindness for yourself, you could shine with Dick. This wondrous soul, this shining star, this man who held your heart.

It’s much later when you stand from the edge and walk toward the stairwell in the corner of the roof. You reach the door and stop. Looking up, your eyes widen as the clouds break apart to reveal a midnight sky. With the artificial light from the city below, only a set of two stars can be seen tonight.

You smile and hope the stars can forgive you for whatever you did to upset them.

[gothcsz]

more soft Javi you say????

Like, reader helps out on the ranch sometimes when she’s off work early because she just wants to be around Javi, even if he’s busy doing all the stuff he has to do. And she doesn’t just wanna sit around looking pretty (even though it sure is a pretty sight Javi thinks) so she helps out with some more easy stuff. And Javi couldn’t be happier to see her in the place he grew up in, like she belongs there. Like the place was just waiting for her to show up all this time? And he’s so happy to see her feeling so comfortable around it all, not afraid to get dirty and work to keep the place up and running. Doing the work together and it doesn’t even feel like work anymore.

And afterwards, both dirty and sweaty, you end up in the shower together (gotta save that water) his dad still off in town, the house quiet. And Javi secretly loves washing your hair for you, the way you lean back against him at the feeling of his fingertips against your scalp. He takes your hands in his bigger ones, gently cleaning them with a brush so not a speck of dirt is left underneath your pretty nails. Inspecting them from every angle to make sure it’s all gone. And you definitely take the opportunity of a quiet house, slow and passionate, pressed against the shower wall with his broad shoulders and strong arms holding you up when your knees shake too much. Giggles and laughter when he slips, arms wrapped tight around your waist, the warmth of his palms against your skin and his lips leaving kisses everywhere he can reach.

And you do the same for him, washing his hair and massaging his aching shoulders under the spray of the warm water. Gripping his cock in your hands while he leans back against the shower wall, slowly stroking him and watching his face. The tiny twitches in his right eyebrow, his teeth biting into his lip when he tries not to cum too fast. Wanting to be inside you for that, needing to be inside you.

Javi loves looking into your eyes when he slips inside of you, needs to see that look in your eyes. The slight widening at the stretch and then your hooded eyes when he’s fully inside and all you can feel is pleasure and his hands holding your ass up and just Javi, Javi, Javi. You both don’t last long, coming with sharp breaths into each others mouths, foreheads pressed together and his long lashes brush against your cheek. And you don’t need to say a word, the love all around you in that tiny shower. You stay there, intertwined together until the water runs cold.

Chucho finds you in the kitchen later that evening, wearing comfy clothes all belonging to Javi. Standing together at the stove, Javi stirring the sauce from behind you, one arm always wrapped around you. Whispering and laughing and swaying to the music playing quietly from the radio in the corner. Chucho never thought he would see his son being so domestic but it definitely suits him!

You beam at the praise of the delicious food, sitting next to Javi with his hand on your thigh, always wants to be touching you in some small way. Javi knows this is what he wants to do every single day, for the rest of his life.

Lmao we went from her to you at some point but who cares. I need to live on the ranch with Javi ok 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

is all this too much to ask for?! do men like this even exist?! probably not, which is why we all flock to the internet to find love in a hopeless place 😪

the tenderness during shower sex like that has to feel fucking amazing, like, truly an out of body experience. better than the rough fucking our boy is used to lbr

okay but would they live with chucho or have their own house on the property?! i think about this a lot bc like, that's his childhood home but also he wants a place of his own for you guys to live in and (maybe) start a family someday?!

anon you have a beautiful way with words. thank you for feeding me/us 🖤

[makotoscoffee]

❤️❤️❤️❤️

[mcnuggyy]

Never thought I’d be the kinda guy that has a favorite cocktail but yeah <3

[ser-zoras]

okay. Arianne (as good a reason), Sansa (boys bugs and men, drywall), Helaena (my mind (now), notre dame), brienne (mulled wine, what have I done, the last woman on earth, cradle), catelyn (forsaken), gilly (underneath), Alicent (labour, the fruits, yeti, it’s called: freefall), Cersei (the last beautiful thing I saw was the thing that blinded me), Daenerys (ocean baby, village song, Lily rice), Rhaenyra (narcissus).

half of all Paris Paloma songs are about Alicent Hightower and the other half are about Brienne of Tarth

[pouroverpaloma]

If you’re someone who has commented on any of my stuff while I’m struggling to get back into the swing of things, I’m so grateful for the encouragement and I will send you a $25 gift card to the chain restaurant of your choice