─ 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐅𝐥𝐲 | "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭" ┊┊┊ ┊┊┊ ┊┊┊ ┊┊┊ ┊┊┊ ┊┊˚★ ┊┊ ┊┊ ˚ ┊┊. ˚ ┊ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝜗ৎ 𝙎𝙀𝘾𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙎 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝙐𝙉𝙍𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙇 # : 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝟐 - ? 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗫 𝗙𝗘𝗠 𝗢𝗖 .𖥔 ݁ ˖🪦── .✦

"She was bred to be the perfect soldier. She doesn't blink, she doesn't think, and most importantly she doesn't hesitate. She just kills without remorse." Her entire life, Storm had only be one thing; a mindless soldier for those around her to use for their own advantage. She never had a choice, never had a chance to decide what side of the war she would be on. Since the day she was born she had only been bred for one thing, for one mission. Storm thought nothing could ever get in her way. But Tobias Eaton, a troubled soul just like she, had a habit of getting into the middle of things.

"Anakin, w-we can't." I explained while diverting my eyes from his gaze. He forced me to look at him again, guiding my chin even closer to his than it was before. "Yes we can." Was all he said as he closed the gap between us and connected his lips to mine. • • • When the attempts on Senator Verena Leoet's life prove to be increasing in danger, she is forced to employ newly appointed Jedi Master Anakin Skywalker as her protector, and as they grow closer; feelings are realized, emotions are kindled, and morals are questioned all in the name of devotion. _________________ Disclaimer: This fanfiction isn't your normal Anakin Skywalker love story, I've included things from the EU to make this more believable and less fangirl-ish. Yes this is a romance and yes it does move fast, just don't expect Verena to magically find out she's force-sensitive in her early twenties and then get trained by Jedi masters:)))

... and suddenly it was summer, and suddenly all my problems felt a lot smaller and the world a lot bigger

in which, two ex best friends are reunited after being cast as love interests in a film together. fem oc x callum turner 2023 - ?? @-illicitaffairss-

'no, i don't want no scrubs a scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me'

Hi, I'm trying to help you guys out! And try to "use" as many underrated people as I know! I have a Filipino and Native American seperate Faceclaim book too!

in which you learn to use fcs other than nina dobrev and dylan o'brien. 198 underused claims, including plenty of poc and legends you should stan! ~ ☆ ~ [ a face claim book ] © 2017 - 2018 by athena m.

a collection of gifs for your writing needs started on: may 31st, 2017 ib: @gabriels

It had been two years since Stassie had set foot in Cousins. Two years since the salty wind tangled in her hair, since the taste of sand lingered on her lips, since she'd ghosted the Fisher boys, the Conklin siblings, and the beach house that had once felt like the center of her summers. Now, at nineteen, she was coming back for the worst reason imaginable-Susannah's funeral. Her mother's best friend. The one person who had made Cousins feel like magic. She didn't expect the air to feel so heavy or the way eyes lingered on her as she crossed the old wooden pier toward the beach house. Two years was a long time to disappear without explanation, and Cousins never forgot. And then there was Luke-the oldest Fisher brother. Her fiancé. She'd met him again in the city last year, away from the tangled history of Cousins, away from the shadows of what she'd left behind. They'd fallen fast, too fast, and now here they were. Standing in the living room after Susannah's service, Stassie made her announcement-her and Luke were getting married. A ripple moved through the room, and she could feel Conrad's gaze like a storm brewing in the corner. His jaw tightened, his drink barely touched. Luke stayed only a week after the funeral, tied up in business he couldn't ignore, promising to plan their wedding from afar. He kissed her goodbye at the dock, leaving her on the porch of the house she'd once run from. And that was how Stassie found herself in Cousins all summer, trapped in the tides of old memories and unfinished conversations, with Conrad Fisher as her reluctant shadow. Two years of silence had left their mark-and now, every glance, every argument, every late-night run-in in the kitchen was thick with the weight of what had been left unsaid. By August, the beach house wasn't just holding a wedding in the making-it was holding a slow, quiet unraveling. Conrad x Oc