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gloria de lima edits. // mutuals may reblog representation of physical grief, exhaustion, vulnerability and the weight of what she carries. the side of her that few people have the privilege of seeing, the intimacy of these moments is built from trust and understanding or the shared experience. for someone to look at her and accept the worst and most difficult parts of her soul is to truly love her and see her.

gloria's cool date idea: a fucking nap and you pretend like she didn't drool on you a little bit cause she's comfortable with you.

I want to know what everyone’s muses FYP looks like cause Gloria’s is : bodega cats, 90s nostalgia and dad bod thirst traps…are they also masked… no comment.

ADRIA ARJONA as Bix Caleen ANDOR | S02E03 “Harvest”

"I’m   losing   control   here." @werehause

she  hears  the  words,  never  misses  a  syllable,  but  how  they  land  makes  that  pit  of  grief  wring  a  little  tighter  in  her  chest.  a  kind  of  breaking  in  it.  not  loud,  not  dramatic,  just  tired  of  holding  up  the  world.  she'd  always  found  jason  to  be  a  little  reckless,  burning  hot  and  full  of  life,  running  towards  trouble  with  his  whole  heart.  but  this  felt  different,  like  the  hidden  lamentations  of  someone  who  didn't  know  how  to  carry  their  own  weight  anymore.  she  knew  that  feeling.  lived  inside  the  endless  spiral  of  it  every  single  day.  gloria  closed  the  space  between  them  and  placed  her  hand  over  his  chest.  the  old  bits  of  string  braided  together,  adorning  her  wrist,  had  seen  too  much  of  the  world  with  her.  a  palm  that  dances  up  and  cradles  his  jaw,  holding  his  gaze.  and  fuck  —  she  can't  help  it  when  she  looks  at  him.  finding  fragments  of  the  same  wide-eyed  boy  who  used  to  meet  her  by  the  swamp  beds  at  dusk.  she  still  had  a  collection  of  skipping  stones  and  gator  teeth  tucked  in  a  box  of  memories  beneath  her  bed,  and  she  thinks  about  showing  him.  wonders  if  it  might  do  good  to  steady  the  brewing  storm  she  could  feel  beneath  the  beat  of  his  heart.  to  know  how  much  it  stuck  to  her  soul,  tiny  glimpses  of  a  simple  slice  of  something  heavenly  before  she  walked  through  hell. 

❛  hey,  look  at  me.  ❜  it's  a  gentle  husk,  but  no  less  commanding.  ❛  talk  to  me,  jason.  i'll  help  you  figure  it  out,  whatever  it  is.  ❜

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

feel free to edit pronouns as needed! content warning for some strong language,  threats and implied violence.

to each other:

❝  you’re mine. only mine.  ❞

❝  i’m all yours.  ❞

❝  mine.  ❞

❝  yours.  ❞

❝  we belong to each other.   ❞

❝  you belong to me.  ❞

❝  i belong to you.  only ever you.  ❞

❝  i just didn’t like the way they were looking at you.  like you weren’t mine.  ❞

❝  you know i’m yours,  right?  i only have eyes for you.  ❞

❝  no one else is ever gonna have a chance with me.  you’re it.  you’re all i want.  ❞

❝  i chose you.  and i need you to trust that my decision is final.  trust me.  ❞

❝  wait are you jealous?  ❞

❝  aw,  baby.  it’s cute when you’re jealous.  ❞

❝  i don’t like the way they keep staring at you.   ❞

❝  i don’t like how they keep staring at me.   ❞

❝  are they making you uncomfortable?  i can do something about it.  ❞

❝  no one should even get to look at you unless you want them to.  ❞

❝  stop—  it’s okay.  they’re not worth your anger.  just kiss me.  ❞

❝  stop saying i’m jealous.  i’m not—  i just.  i don’t like having to share. ❞

❝  i’m not jealous,  who said i’m jealous?  ❞

❝  well if i’m all yours then kiss me like it.  ❞

❝  show everyone who i belong to.  ❞

❝  i’m gonna remind them you’re mine.  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that you’re mine.  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that i’m yours.  ❞

❝  hey—  look at me.  why are you all upset?  ❞

❝  you can’t keep getting your feathers all ruffled when anyone else gives me attention.  ❞

❝  they don’t deserve you—  i don’t deserve you.  but at least i’m aware of it.  ❞

❝  i promise there’s no one else.  you have my heart completely.  ❞

❝  hey,  is this asshole bothering you?  ❞

❝  tell me you’re mine.  ❞

to a third party:

❝  get the fuck away from them!  ❞

❝  look at them like that again and you’ll won’t be seeing anything.  ❞

❝  don’t you dare touch them.  ❞

❝  yeah it’s time to walk the fuck away.  ❞

❝  you’re gonna lose a finger if you don’t get outta my sight right now.  ❞

❝  you heard them,  get lost.  ❞

❝  lucky for you,  i don’t wanna ruin their night.  but i see you sniffing around here again you might not be so fortunate.  ❞

❝  you wanna lose a limb?  beat it,  fucker.  ❞

❝  see,  i woulda left it alone.  but you made them fucking cry.  so now you’re gonna lose your eyes.  ❞

❝  hey,  they said ‘no.’  ❞

❝  hey asshole,  shut the fuck up or i’ll make you shut up.  ❞

❝  what did you just say to them,  you little shit?  ❞

❝  oh yeah.  now you’re all quiet.  not so bold when you’re not the toughest guy in the room,  huh?  ❞

❝  get lost.  ❞

❝  go.  ❞

❝  leave.  before my patience runs out.  ❞

❝  get the fuck outta their face.  ❞

❝  hey,  that’s enough.  ❞

actions:

[ CLAIM ]  for one muse to possessively place their hands on their shoulders or hips. 

[ HOLD ]  for one muse to slide their arm around the other in a possessive way. 

[ SHELTER ]  for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public. 

[ STAKE ]  for one muse to protectively and/or possessively stand behind the other to intimidate a third party. 

[ RESCUE ]  for one muse to intervene upon seeing a third party making the other one uncomfortable. 

[ CHASE ]  for one muse to interrupt and make a third party leave the other alone out of jealousy/possessiveness. 

[ TENSION ]  for one muse to get in a fight on behalf of the other. 

[ STOP ]  for one muse to break up a fight which started because of them. 

[ MEND ]  for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from protecting them. 

[ SCOLD ]  for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from fighting over them. 

[ CARESS ]  for one muse to possessively kiss the other in public.

[ TAKE ]  for one muse to passionately kiss the other,  fueled by jealousy. 

[ TAUNT ]  for one muse to flirt with a third party to try and get the other to act possessively. 

[ REMIND ]  for our muses to have passionate sex meant to remind one party who they belong to. 

[ EMBRACE ]  for one muse to dominate the other due to possessiveness/jealousy. 

[ LINKED ]  for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public to stake claim. 

[ INTERTWINE ]  for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public in a comforting manner. 

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Leon’s grabbing her by the jaw |: @washsins

heat  curls  under  her  skin,  violence  biting  the  edges,  like  a  spark  in  the  air  before  a  storm  breaks.  his  hand  was  on  her,  rough  and  anticipated,  fingers  clamping  around  her  jaw  and  tilting  her  head  up  like  she  was  something  he  owned.  that's  what  it  was;  an  ache  to  be  wanted  for  more  than  the  war  in  her  veins.  consumed  in  a  way  that  suffocates  every  haunting  at  her  heels.  lip  curled  before  her  brain  could  catch  up.  a  smile,  slow  and  cutting,  almost  sweet  in  the  right  light,  and  he  knew  better.  but  the  moon  cast  a  shadow,  held  a  spotlight  on  her.  the  stuttering  of  lifted  hips  interrupted  their  rhythm;  leon  catches  her  before  she  can  torment  any  further.  ❛  did  i  even  stand  a  chance?  ❜  a  ragged  exhale,  amusement  flushed  as  a  glow  on  her  cheeks.  hand  dancing  across  his  chest  wraps  around  his  wrist,  honey  eyes  fixated  and  still  taunting  in  a  silent  dare.  her  head  tilts,  guiding  to  her  throat  and  pressing  into  calluses.  ❛  you  have  the  stamina  for  it,  don't  you?  or  is  age  catching  up?  ❜

his  voice  scrapes  at  something  in  her  chest  —  a  familiar  ache  she  pretends  she  doesn't  recognize.  ❛  mad?  ❜  she  repeats,  a  dry  laugh  hitching  in  her  throat,  it's  more  breath  than  sound.

she  turns  finally,  slowly,  deliberately.  her  eyes  roam,  as  though  searching  for  hidden  pains.  the  split  lip,  the  bruises  blooming  under  his  jaw,  the  stubborn  tilt  of  his  mouth  that  makes  her  want  to  shake  him  and  kiss  him  in  the  same  goddamn  breath.  ❛  i'm  not  mad  but  fuck  —  bradley...  ❜  voice  low  and  splintered  at  the  edges.

she  steps  more  into  his  space.  clinical  precision  fades  in  the  gentle  brush  of  knuckles  to  the  side  of  his  face  that  made  it  out  unscathed.  ❛  you  can't  make  me  keep  watching  you  destroy  yourself.  ❜

Bradley would like to be kind to himself and say this is a novel situation, blood dripping after a drink in some dusty bar. It doesn't matter how justified, the sting after, the come down, still fucking sucks.

"It's okay," he shrugs, wincing, breath whistling past swollen lips. "Not my finest hour." Still, Bradley would do this again. He knows he would.

"You mad," he dares to ask, hating that Gloria's still got her back turned. Her voice says enough, but it's her eyes that Bradley wants to see.

GOOD MORNING !!! Going to tidy up and finish organizing my house then get on my blogs to get things going cause spice is coming a day late friends. ALSO , welcome the newest member of my blog roll and latest mistake @enduredshe