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julemmaes · 11 months

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Always

Some tooth rotting Nessian fluff for you my loves since we're deep in the exam session and I'm a serial procrastinator (and also depressed as fuck apparently) and I can't find any Shatter Me fics that satisfy my need for fluff rn

Set in the The Seven of Us AU (masterlist)

Word count: 1,393

Nesta was perfectly aware of the fact that she was starring. She knew her husband would give her shit if he noticed her ogling him as he started his evening work out, but she really couldn't care less about it.

She had closed her book almost twenty minutes ago as he'd walked in their living room. Cassian had gone up to her, ran a hand through her hair to tilt her head up and leave a soft, loving kiss on her forehead.

She'd closed her eyes, hoping for more, but she'd been left wanting, her neck bent back as she faced the ceiling. The warmth of his hand still lingered on her skin.

"I love you," he'd whispered as he'd made his way to their windowless room—the space where they kept all the kids' too-big-to-fit-in-the-room games and Cassian's gym equipment. Nesta hated that room, it was so messy she tried to forget it existed half the time.

And now it was the easiest task for her, to not think of anything at all. Cassian was wearing a white shirt whose sleeves he had ripped off. His tattoos were in full display for her to admire in the golden light of the late afternoon, and his dark, tanned skin shined with sweat. The black ink moving with every push and pull of his arms, his muscles vibrating with the effort to lift the weights. And the occasional grunts and huffs coming from him were just an added little gift, directly from the universe to her.

She was exhausted and all she wanted to do was unapologetically gawk at her sweaty husband as she lay on the couch under her blanket. So that was what she was doing.

He was looking outside through the kitchen window, and a small smile blossomed on his lips as the shrieks and laughters of their kids filled their silent room.

"Cece! That's mi–ne!"

Nesta sighed through her nose and shuffled on the couch to find a more comfortable position, knowing perfectly well she wouldn't lift a finger if shit went down. Nevermind that their four-year-old had just started screaming at the top of her lungs. She knew if was only because Cal had stolen yet another of her toys.

They heard Ezra try to pacify his sister and meddle things between his siblings, and Cassian couldn't help his snort when Celia started screaming at him, too, to leave her puppets alone.

Nesta closed her eyes, basking in her children's sounds, absorbing every word and whine, every giggle and cry. She knew it wouldn't last forever.

They could already see it with Ezra, now only a few weeks away from his thirteenth birthday, his voice had started to become deeper and his laugh more... grown-up. He'd lost his soft giggles. When she'd first noticed, Nesta had almost cried.

And Cal and Nora had just turned eight and five respectively. Andra's second birthday was nine days away—

She shook her head, blinking her tiredness away, willing her mind to slow down and enjoy every bit of it while she had it.

It wasn't until she yawned that Cassian finally looked her way. The moment his eyes were on her curled up figure, they softened and he slowed down his movements. He stopped altogether when she rubbed her eyes with the back on her hand and dropped the weights to the floor.

She offered him a weak smile and his face lit up, his breath hitched, as he took two long strides to her side, crouching down.

Nesta looked him in the eyes, mumbling a silent, "Hi."

Cassian smoothed a hand over her hair again, and then brushed her cheek, cupping her face. His thumb was drawing short lines on her bottom lip now.

"Are you tired, sweetheart?" He asked her, his eyes locked on her mouth.

Nesta nodded, her position not really allowing her much movement. "I had the longest day at work."

"'M sorry, baby," he leaned forward, the tip of his nose brushing hers, "I can always give you a massage later, if you'd like that."

She hummed, pleased even just at the idea. His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath and kissed the corner of her lips.

"I would love that," Nesta said.

It was Cassian's turn to hum, and when their eyes met, she couldn't resist it anymore and lifted her head just as he closed in on her. They both smiled in the kiss and then Cassian was gone.

Nesta was stunned, still recovering at the quickness with which he'd moved that he was laying on one of the confusing torture machines he trained with.

"Gotta finish the work out first," he cracked his neck, starting a new set as he kept talking. "I'll cook dinner, put the gremlins to bed and then we can chill, watch a movie... take a bath, together."

Nesta looked at him, mirth sparkling in her eyes. Or at least that was what she hoped she was conveying through her exhaustion. He smirked in her direction, winking and opening his mouth to surely make a crude comment on their evening activities.

It surprised her then, when instead of getting a dirty preview of whatever he was gonna do to her, he whispered, so quietly that she barely heard him, "I missed you so much today."

She blinked and mollified, shaking her head.

Hopeless romantic, that husband of hers—

The loud, booming crack of Cal's laughter distracted her from her thoughts and the sound of the backdoor opening piqued her attention enough that she sat up, glancing at their backyard.

Nora came stumbling in the kitchen, tripping on the glass door.

"Watch your step, honey," Cassian said, before she could intervene.

Their daughter's smile was blinding. Happiness radiated from her small body as she jumped towards them. Her hazel eyes were alight with life, her whole head shone with sun rays embedded in her braided hair.

She was their little nugget of sunshine. And Nesta felt the strongest surge of love grow in her chest when she belined for her dad.

She threw herself on Cassian's chest.

"Hey, Nora," he said, wrapping his arms around her tiny tiny body. Nesta plopped down once again, holding a pillow to her chest. "Are you having fun?"

Nora started nodding so ferociously on his chest that her hair spiked everywhere. And then with the most adorable voice she said, "I love you. I always love you."

Cassian didn't hesitate, "I'll always love you, honey."

Their kid rested her cheek on his pec and looked at him, smiled. Cassian blew a strand of her hair that had gone astray off her face, petting it down and trying to braid it back into her complex hairdo.

They looked at each other for such a short time, and still, Nesta couldn't have asked for anything more.

The love shining there, in both her soulmate's eyes and in the eyes of that one fifth of her own soul... it took her breath away. Whenever she realised what she had created. What she had, what was hers and only hers.

She loved her family so much it hurt.

"Come back outside Nona!"

The little girl rose abruptly at her brother's voice, and without a single glance back ran outside, screaming over her shoulder.

"Goodbye daddy, I'm going out to play! Goodbye mommy!"

"Okay, see you honey."

Nesta recovered from the lump in her throat just in time before the door slammed shut and shouted back at her, "Love you, baby!"

Cassian had rose up on his elbows to follow his daughter with his gaze, a silly lost smile plastered on his face, and as soon as she out of sight he fell back down again.

He brought both hands to his face and breathed out a laugh. It sounded like his body needed to get all that unbridled love out somehow and didn't know any better than laugh it out.

Nesta breathed in, chuckling under her breath.

"That was so fucking cute."

Cassian's head snapped in her direction and she was surprised to find his eyes glossy, but still full of hope and love and gratitude. She smiled at him, her whole body softening in front of that picture.

"We made such a bunch of sentimental gremlins," he breathed out.

"That we did."

Heavily inspired by this reel.

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stil-lindigo · 3 months

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Bisan is calling for another global strike!

I saw some posts just outlining Jan 21st, and wanted to clarify that Bisan has called for a full seven days of action.

What a global strike would look like is:

calling in sick to work

purchasing bare essentials ahead of the week so you can observe the general boycott of goods / buying as little as you genuinely can

putting in a concerted effort to elevate Palestinian voices and make it clear that this strike is in support of a permanent ceasefire!

For those who will have to purchase necessary goods during this time, please observe the brands that the BDS movement is asking us to boycott!

♢♢♢

Right now is also a good time to mention some better uses for your money during this week.

Available e-sims in Gaza are running low!!

Mirna El Helbawi and her team are working round the clock to continue to connect Palestinians as Israel does its best to cut them off from the rest of the world.

You can learn how to purchase and send e-sims here, and below you’ll find a list of what is currently needed (the areas in brackets indicate what region you should select to buy e-sims in).

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CareforGaza is an organisation that does verifiably good work, distributing supplies directly to Palestinian families.

They have a Gofundme set up at the moment, but because of Gofundme’s poor track record regarding refusing to transfer funds to Palestinians, I’d recommend continuing to donate directly to their PayPal here.

Good luck to all of you. Don't turn away from Palestine!

#i know that for some people their first instinct will be to scoff. how can anyone just not buy things for a full week?#what about groceries? rent?#and personally. i wanna say yes. there are some things that we have to spend money on to survive.#but it is possible still to make a concerted effort in your life #to carve out seven days where you can minimise that amount of money #i know its a lot.#for some people who are living on a tight budget. i know its not possible and i dont fault you for that #but i know for a fact that so many of us would be able to take out a few daily purchases in observance of this strike #do your best #dont turn away from palestine #free palestine #palestine #from the river to the sea #call to action

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lotus-pear · 2 months

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cringefail exes oh my god

#sry for not drawing skk for four posts here u guys go. eat up #“i hate bsd so much i'm fucking LEAVING” i say as i make no effort to disassociate with the fandom or the show #i miss how i used to view skk😔😔😔😔😔 the silly lovers to enemies who are still clearly infatuated w each other after seven years #their backstory ruined me i hate it here #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #nakahara chuuya #chuuya nakahara #soukoku #skk #lotus draws

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soaked-doors · 4 months

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this devotion of mine runs deeper than the ocean

#one piece #zolu #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #truthfully this started as a joke doodle using jungkook seven lyrics and then it got out of hand #show u what devotion is deeper than the ocean is #anyways #my art #one piece fanart #luffy #zoro

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watchyourbuck · 23 days

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Two hilarious fucking tweets with one thing in common: both liked by Lou Ferrigno Jr (Tommy Kinard)

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inkskinned · 7 months

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nobody ever gets the mugshot of gluttony right. these days you think it has nothing to do with bodyweight. what a good trick: that gluttony could take a shape. no, there was never any fault in finishing a meal or in taking second helpings. it was always in taking from others that there was an issue - the oil baron's fingers steepled over dead bodies and stolen lands. gluttony - twin of greed, although most think greed and envy are the siblings - gluttony is pleased with the experience of gaining, is thrilled just-by-having. greed is the one that stays hungry, that has to move forever like a shark. gluttony likes it - "a glutton for punishment" is one who is seeking the harm, who loves the rush.

gluttony is a mother using her daughter's body for a diet testing ground, sharpening the bone angles. gluttony is saying why, well not! to the seventh and eighth mansion or yacht. it is not just wanting the six white horses, it is making sure that the horses came from your stables. it is not just bathing in milk - it is bathing in milk while others are starving.

oh, it's true that some sins still blaze in their bright floral prints. wrath in a white woman yelling at a person of color for even daring to be in her neighborhood. the red, incipient rage of a neck tightened at even the thought we would take the guns away. wrath has laurels, and she is good at her job, and works hard.

but sloth wasn't ever the sleepy morning of depression, the hours spent begging a clouded body to please move goddamn it; the protestant work ethic claiming even rest is somehow demonic. it was never chronic fatigue. sloth was subtle, a grey mist. she is watching you get bullied and she is deciding it is none of her business. she crosses the picket line because - what! it's just chicken, isn't it? she is closing her eyes and turning her head when the next anti-gay legislation passes. someone else will handle it. not the tense freeze of anxiety or a lack of preparation - she knows you're hurting and would rather you stay quiet about it. she tells other people i just don't see what the big deal is.

sloth is a father that doesn't do the dishes. sloth is your boyfriend's innocent shrug you're just better at household shit. sloth isn't the missed opportunity - it is the purposeful desire to just get-someone-else-to-do-it.

greed and envy are doing body shots in the back of a private jet. they are the way they always have been, but are lovers in the age of the internet. greed just finished union busting, is rolling a bitcoin over his knuckles, is about to start another MLM. envy is in a broadbrimmed hat, showing off her instagram life, grinning about how if you want it, work for it.

okay, it's true. you have a soft spot for lust, gathering dust in a corner. so tame in comparison to the others. but how funny lust is always painted as being a woman in tight clothes. you've met actually lustful women - the ones that purposefully climb into your partner's lap, the ones that say lesbians are gross but ask bisexual women into bed with their husbands. a lustful woman is not donned in lace and garters and red: that's how men think lust looks, painting their own sins into frame. this way, the sin displaces as fog and hovers above her: a woman in a dress is lust; what the man experiences is just the natural consequence.

here is the thing: lust is doing just fine, save your pity. lust is running more circles than any of them. lust is shutting down safe sexwork sites while also making teenagers in knee-high socks sex sensations. lust is CEO of an advertising network where women never pass 25 years old. all the bras lust makes are pretty to look at but, when worn, legitimately hurt. lust has a podcast, his fur coat looped around his shoulders, sells the idea that only certain people have value, that sex raises some and destroys others. lust is tilting his head and asking what did you expect when you dress like that? lust shuns you, sneers that everything you want is disgusting and taboo - right until he can figure out how to capitalize off of it. lust has the midas ability: everything he touches becomes an object.

people usually say wrath is the scary one. you agree with FMA here, though: the real dangerous one is pride, and the shit-eating grin. the white cloaks and the nationalism and the inability to apologize. it is every partner who threw a book at your head because you don't respect him. it is every mother who said my son doesn't deserve to have his life ruined over allegations. it is the teacher that fails you because you talked back.

you worry you have this one. you feel guilty when you need help but don't ask for it. prideful. ashamed when you complete something and feel good about it. too proud for your own good. but pride is not the reward of hard work or accomplishment: pride is a twitter feed. it is the thing that has to mask i didn't do anything with look at me.

pride is your father's raised hand, his raised voice. how he was never there when you needed him, but he is still "head of house." he ruins dinner and blames it on you: you're an embarrassment to this family. this is the glass you walk around, the cuts in your feet. how he says this isn't how i raised you and you have to bite back the retort: that's because you didn't actually fucking raise me.

#i personally think having any of these desires is totally fine. it's when u use them to hurt others #it's why having ambitions =/= greed: as long as ur ambition isn't ''i hope i can take someone elses good things''#writeblr #warm up #seven deadly sins

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puppetmaster13u · 4 months

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Prompt 179

“Pa, there’s a weird lookin’ cat outside!”

-Said by a sleep deprived Danny Phantom while in Clockwork’s Lair, about a hero displaced in time. Clockwork is in fact amused. Batman is simply confused about the entire situation.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #Danny uses the fact that other ghosts are afraid of CW to get some peace and quiet #Clockwork is happy to hold and snuggle his ghostling #He’d get out and visit his little baby ghost more but there’s these annoying speedsters in all these different timelines that keep making #knots that he has to detangle before his paid vacation time can start #Danny looks tiny compared to Giant Ancient Clockwork #Ghosts continue to grow with age and Never Stop as long as there’s space #Seeing as they control the amount of space in their lairs…#Batman is going to have the craziest time travelling incident ever #Clockwork decides that he’d make a GREAT babysitter #Here’s the list for the seven children and he’ll come pick them up once he fixes the speedsters mess thanks #(Said after Danny gets his nap and CW gets him to bring his sisters & friends)

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peakvincent · 1 year

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new game is to type one through ten in your tags and see what comes up. i think my favorite of mine is ‘my uncle told us he spent seven and a half hours in a sensory deprivation tank once’ but ‘gideon the ninth motherfucker’ is a close second

#one is that bad laptops can still handle custom content #two stupid old men who i lovehate :(#goddamn it i wish the three funniest women alive would tell me what i just saw #the f in rpf stands for fourth wall #ten pounds of trauma in a five pound bag #me and alice will both read it and i think that brings you up to like six!!!#my uncle told us he spent seven and a half hours in a sensory deprivation tank once #goal was one book per store and we ended up with six stores and eight books which actually i think is fine #gideon the ninth motherfucker #thinking about the ten inexplicable minutes where jay and i were very in on brandon saad/roberto luongo #*

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reputayswift · 7 months

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Taylor Swift Songs as Books You Can't Put Down (2/?)

You're On Your Own, Kid as Daisy Jones & The Six August as People We Meet On Vacation Seven as Wuthering Heights Hoax as The Wicked King The Story of Us as Pride & Prejudice I Bet You Think About Me as You Deserve Each Other

insp. ( 1 2 3)

#taylor swift #tswiftedit #usergif #litedit #bookedit #my edit #*tsbooks #tsedit #taylorswiftedit #book recommendations #tuserella #you're on your own kid #august #seven #hoax #the story of us

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punctuation-completionist · 7 months

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since today is punctuation day, i figured i'd talk with you about my favorite punctuation that is sadly not in unicode

(my apologies if these crop weird)

these six marks were invented by french writer hervé bazin in his essay plumons l'oiseau (or 'let's pluck the bird')

while the essay also had aim to switch the french language to a more phonetic writing system, it also gave us six new punctuation marks!

from left to right and top to bottom these are, the acclamation point, the authority mark, the conviction point, the doubt point, the irony mark, and the love point. so let's go over what these all were supposed to convey! (or at least what i expect they were supposed to)

the acclamation point was meant for praise, goodwill, and enthusiasm (ie "Well done [acclamation point]")

the authority mark was meant to be used in situations where the exclamation was serious and involved a degree of command or urgency (ie "Get in my office right now [authority mark]") i think this— along with the love point and irony mark— shows how a lot of these punctuation marks were a bit like early examples of tone tags, i'll get into it more later

the certitude point was used to show sureness in a fact. (ie "It's absolutely positively true [certitude point]") i think this might be the most useless of the bunch but whatever. i digress.

the doubt point is kind of the opposite of the certitude point, used when you aren't sure of something (ie "It should be done tomorrow [doubt point]") also it should be noted that the example used above is not the only way you'll see the doubt point, some also have it looking like this

the idea of irony marks has been widely suggested, for example the poet/art critic/song writer (i think, this guy's only wiki page is in french and i am guessing a bit on the word 'chansonnier') alcanter de brahm suggested an irony mark that resembled a backwards question mark (not to be confused with the percontation point which indicated a rhetorical question) and belgian inventor (among other things) marcellin jobard suggested a point that looked like an upwards arrow (this △ on top of this |, i can't paste it)

^ de brahm's mark

all that to say, bazin's mark was based off of the greek letter psi (Ψ) which some of you may recognize if you are familiar with the greek language or comics that shall not be named. it's used in situations of irony (ie saying "Wow, that sure was brilliant [irony mark]" if someone did something stupid)

and our last point is the love point, known for being so adorable, and indicating love or affection after a sentence (ie "Thanks a lot bud [love point]")

now we can obviously see that some of these are very similar to tone tags! the love point could be like a /pos, the irony mark is kinda like a /sarc, the authority mark could be like a /srs . i just thought it was interesting i guess. i don't have a point (heh) here exactly except that i guess people might actually need these punctuation marks ? so unicode? give me the love point or give me death

anyways so that's some fun niche history for y'all! hope you enjoyed

#punctuation #not counting #i mean i know there's like. things you can use but i don't like them as much #side note. why are all of these people french. bazin was french. de brahm was french. jobard was belgian but he was born in french afaik #and belgium is a francophone country... is there something about the french language that makes everyone start just making new punctuation #i mean to be fair i am in french and i did try to remake the entire language with like seven grammatical genders #so maybe it's just a thing #punctuation day

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julemmaes · 1 year

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Night Pizza

Nesta Archeron x Cassian modern au

Set in The Seven Of Us au (masterlist)

A/N at the end of the post

Word count: 1.236

Cassian was standing shirtless just inside their bedroom, an irritating proud smirk lighting his face. He leaned back against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest, making his biceps grow in size.

Nesta was enjoying the view and contemplating asking for another ride while laying naked on their bed. After all, it was Saturday night—probably more like Sunday morning at this point—and their pretty little rule still stood after so many years.

He flexed his pecs and Nesta huffed a laugh, meeting his eyes right after.

Cassian's features softened at that look, "I really like you watching me like that, but we have a code red."

Nesta perked up then, sitting up in bed and covering her chest with the sheet.

"Who's crying?" She asked as she quickly put on a the pyjamas Cassian had so tenderly and slowly taken off of her hours before.

He walked into the room, that stupid pleased grin back on as he said, "Andra."

Nesta's heart clenched as she frowned. Their youngest had had the worst week ever in between mean classmates, school projects, birthday parties gone bad and tiring sport events. So her being mentally exhausted and crying at 3AM wasn't really confusing.

What she was perplexed about was her husband seeming genuinely happy about their daughter crying.

Nesta side eyed him as she bent to put on some socks. That satisfied expression on his handsome face was still in place.

"Did she tell you what happened?" She asked, standing up and walking up to him. Then, as if just then ntoicing, "also, why aren't you with her?"

Nesta was about to sidestep him, since he'd decided to just stand in front of the door, but he stopped her, placing a hand on her waist and pulling her to him.

"She heard you screaming."

Nesta stopped in her tracks and gaped, looking up at him.

Cassian smiled even wider, beaming at her reaction. "She heard your screams and thought you were hurt."

She blinked, a laugh bubbling up her throat.

"I was screaming?" She asked as she mindlessly brought a hand to her mouth.

Cassian nodded, utter male pride as he licked his lip and then bit it to control his own laughter.

"Yeah, sweetheart," he whispered, leaning down to brush his lips on her cheek. "So I really think you should go talk to her and tell her you're okay."

Nesta snorted lightly and shook her head, bringing a hand to her forehead before freeing herself from his grasp and leaving him behind, chuckling by himself in their room.

As soon as she stepped inside Andra's bedroom, the child's sobs and whines made her knees weak.

As funny as this story would be in the morning and when they'd tell their friends and family, their daughter had seriously thought something had happened to her and she needed to handle this the right way in order to not scar her for life.

"Oh, my baby," Nesta whispered in the dark, crawling on Andra's bed. She found the little girl right away—hidden under all those stuffed animals and pillows—and brought her tiny shaking body on her lap. "What's going on? What happened?"

They made it a point to always ask their children what had happened directly, always tried to make them talk directly to them instead of through the other parent.

Andra's muffled cries against her chest made Nesta tighten her hold on her daughter.

"I heard you screaming and I wanted to know what's wrong–" she sniffed, wiping her face on Nesta's shirt, "–but no one was answering me."

"Baby," Nesta coed, "I'm so sorry, Andra. Our door was closed and I couldn't hear you."

"I thought you were hurt or something," she sobbed, Nesta's heart broke along with her voice.

"No, I'm not hurt. I'm fine. See?"

Nesta pulled Andra's head back gently, swiping her hair from her sweaty forehead. She smiled reassuringly at her daughter and then started rocking her.

"I'm fine," she murmured again, kissing Andra's temple and bringing her to her chest. Nesta placed a hand on her back and started massaging it, to soothe her better, and feeling Andra's heart go crazy under her fingers made her feel a bit guilty.

It was a long ten minutes before she stopped crying, but by the time Cassian entered the room, Andra was only sniffing, wiping her nose on the back of her hand and on Nesta's shoulder.

He neared them and put a hand on Andra's head, "I told you she wasn't hurt."

His daughter only blinked at him, and Nesta couldn't help her laugh in front of that indifference.

"Are you okay now?" He asked her anyway.

Andra nodded this time and then pulled herself together, sitting in Nesta's lap and hunching tiredly. She yawned, putting up the parents' favourite cutest show, and then she eyed them both, going back to lean on her mother.

"I heard you ordering pizza."

Cassian barked a laugh and swept the girl from Nesta's arms, pulling her to him. She started giggling furiously as Cassian tickled her sides and covered her face in kisses.

Nesta smiled softly at the picture.

When Andra started screaming for a truce, Nesta poked a finger in Cassian's side, making him jerk and quite literally threw their daughter on the bed. The betrayed look he gave her only made her laugh.

Cassian got up, clapped his hands and said, "it should be any minute now. Why don't you go wake your brother up? He'll riot if he knows we had a pizza party without him."

Andra squealed and then ran off to her brother's room, but before she could reach it, Nesta whisper yelled after her. "Remember to knock first!"

Cassian nodded absentmindedly, staring at the floor, and then snorted.

"I'll go get Celia," he told her. Nesta yawned and Cassian didn't think twice before sticking a finger in her mouth.

When she frowned and slapped his hand away, he only raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't give me that look, I only got you back."

Not even fifteen minutes later, the five of them were silently munching on a large pizza, all sitting on top of the others, with Cassian being at the bottom of the weirdly shaped human pyramid.

With Ezra and Nora being elsewhere for the night, only the Trouble Triad was present, but it being the middle of the night, they all looked so calm and spent.

Nesta loved her family dearly, especially when they felt safe enough to just be themselves and act unhinged, but she couldn't lie and say she didn't enjoy these quiet moments.

After fighting over the last slice and Celia winning it like usual, they all went back to their rooms and while Nesta was questioning her abilities as a parent—because, let's be honest, waking up your children to make them eat pizza in the middle of the night wasn't the best—Andra's soft pitter patter sounded down the hallway.

Followed by a guilty Cassian, the little girl was clutching her favourite stuffed animal in a hand and her blankey in the other.

Nesta only smiled knowingly and lifted her side of the comforter, inviting Andra to join her under the sheets.

For tonight, she'd let her child hold her, hoping to chase away any fears and bad thoughts that might be lingering.

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A/N: I. AM. SCREAMING. I found this tiktok here and let me tell you, the second I saw that man grinning like that woman laughing behind her phone, that kid crying? I KNEW I HAD TO DO IT. So, after literal years of me not writing anything in this au, I felt compelled to.

For those who haven't followed me for long, this is my most priced creation, and it's what brought me some of the best friendships I now have with so many people on here, so I do be really emotional about this. I really hope you can enjoy them as much as I used to and still do and even if I might never reply to those, feel free to send prompts and ideas, my ask box is always open.

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#the seven of us #tsou #nessian #domestic fluff #nesta archeron #cassian

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mikashida · 2 months

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hey

#in my endless pursuit to use every default brush at least once i have discovered csp's tone scraping brushes #i have been using this program for seven years....#metal gear #metal gear solid #mgs #mgs fanart #metal gear fanart #bbkaz #big boss #naked snake #kazuhira miller #master miller #sketch #doodle #artists on tumblr #art #mikart

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ilibra · 8 months

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Have a bunch of cute little chibis that I drew for Dazzling Bookish Shop! These are all designs for acrylic charms included in their monthly subscription (and sometimes their special editions!)

In order the books are: Wolfsong, Ravensong, Cemetery Boys, The Sunbearer Trials, All That's Left in the World, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, Icebreaker, AFTG, Gideon the Ninth, The Charm Offensive, The Darkness Outside Us and Legend & Lattes ♥

#aftg #wolfsong #cemetery boys #gideon the ninth #the charm offensive #ravensong #the sunbearer trials #the darkness outside us #legends and lattes #all for the game #all that's left in the world #the seven husbands of evelyn hugo #icebreaker #book art #book fanart #queer books #libra summers #chibi art #lgbtq

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inquisitor-apologist · 4 months

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Thinking about how, at the end of the day, at the fatal moment, the sunset of the Republic, it wasn’t Yoda, or Obi-Wan, or even the Chosen One himself standing in the way of Palpatine. It was Mace Windu.

Mace Windu, the inventor of Vaapad and Master of Form VII, the Jedi's strongest duelist, the only person to ever defeat Palpatine in combat. Mace Windu, Master of the Jedi Council and the youngest Master ever appointed to it, the revered leader of the Order. Mace Windu, who forgave even those who tried to kill him, who risked his life over and over again for his troops, who, after 3 years of desperate war, tried to negotiate with battle droids. Mace Windu, who knew the clones were created by the Sith and chose to trust them, who saw every Shatterpoint in the Republic, and loved it still, and fought for it until his last breath, until he was betrayed by Anakin, who he believed in and trusted despite everything.

Mace Windu, High General and hero of the Republic, the embodiment of the Light, the last and greatest champion of the Order, the best Jedi to ever live.

#I’ve said my piece goodnight #don’t play with me Mace Antis I have receipts for every last one of these #pretty much everyone agrees that he was the best duelist there was and he obviously won the fight #Anakin's choice wouldn't make thematic sense otherwise #also vader did not defeat palpatine in combat sorry he just grabbed him while he was distracted #it literally had to be a fair fight and Anakin had to be the one to choose to create the empire that's what the prequels are about #Star Wars databank calls him ‘revered’ shatterpoint tells us he was the youngest (real) member of the council #Boba Fett (tcw) and Prosset Dibs (comics) tried to kill him and he asked for amnesty and forgave them #literally just watch the Ryloth arc he spends most of his screentime saving his men #in tcw season seven he pleads with the battle droids to surrender hoping that no one else has to die #there's the part near the end of tcw where the council realizes that the clones were created by Dooku but Mace and the rest of the council #trust the clones so much they're willing to ignore it #the scene from Mace's POV in the rots novelization talks about how much he loves the republic and how he was blindsided by Anakin's betraya #because he trusted him!! we see in aotc that he has more faith in Anakin's abilities than Obi-wan #and he defeated the most powerful sith of all time single-handedly #BEST JEDI EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!#sw prequels #star wars prequels #prequel trilogy #sw prequel trilogy #star wars prequel trilogy #sw rots #star wars rots #revenge of the sith #star wars revenge of the sith #galactic republic #pro mace windu #mace windu #pro jedi order #pro jedi

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ewwww-what · 1 month

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They’re super okay and friends and totally on good terms guys you have to believe me

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watchyourbuck · 20 days

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the bucktommy haters baffle me tbh sjsjsj how are you gonna have such faith in buddie but believe a three to five episode arc with another man is gonna override the six seasons of buildup, parallels and obvious soulmate dynamic? let buck enjoy for a sec damn

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