#benxolo

LUCIE I DON’T READ BOOKS

ok well 

the martian

the hobbit

these are the only books I read and liked lol sorry

Choose your favourite fandoms and choose your favourite characters from them.

marvel: tony stark, bucky barnes, t’challa, sam wilson and steve rogers

the walking dead: daryl dixon, rick grimes, glenn rhee and maggie greene

game of thrones: robb stark, daenerys targaryen, jon snow and tyrion lannister

supernatural: dean winchester and castiel 

I haven’t had too bad of a day!!! I’m back home now and the only stress I have to handle is the stress of a minimum wage job. But thank you!!

url: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | steve rogersicon: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | tony starktheme: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | sam wilson                                                 mobile theme: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | clint bartonposts:  1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | natasha romanoffoverall: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | bucky barnesfollowing: no, sorry | i am now | of course! | ‘til the end of the line, pal               compliment: i adore you, you know that right?? I could listen to you for hours tbh. that’s probably tmi but whatevvvvv

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

LU!!!

1. Damn right I do! BUT I ALSO SUCK AT IT!

2. for a normal person, admitting that they love a fictional character more than they love most real people would be embarrassing but i’m no normal person ;)

3. IF ONLY, I EMBARRASS MYSELF EVERY TIME I ATTEMPT TO USE FRENCH AND I WANNA SAY SORRY TO EVERY PERSON WHOSE FIRST LANGUAGE IS FRENCH FOR BUTCHERING YOUR BEAUTIFUL LANGUAGE I PROMISE I’LL TRY TO IMPROVE

4. Awww, stop it you :)

feat. hotmess!Hux and lowkey stylist!Kylo 

“Put this on, you look disgusting.” Hux throws the unranked, artfully rumpled uniform at Ren’s blood soaked lap and turns on his heel to leave as Ren peels the rest of the blood stuck cloth from his mending skin.

“Stay.” Kylo strains, sliding his sore, stitched shoulder into the sleeve of the first order second skin, letting the calming hum of being owned settle into his bones.

“No.” Hux snaps with too much bite for how uninterested he intends to appear under Ren’s watchful eyes, willing to forego that he’s been charged absurdly as the supervisor of Ren’s mending wounds.

“Stay.” Ren says again, taunting Hux as if revealing their secret to a filled room as he pushes his sleeves up over a sea of puckered polka dotted burns in various states of healing.  

“Stop.”  Hux crushes the black fabric down into Kylo’s wrists with a tyrant’s grip; a cuff button halfway through it’s hole when Kylo presses their foreheads together in a quiet misunderstanding of their roles.

“I don’t love you.” Hux backs away from the loose fabric hanging around Kylo’s wrists, growling softly around a cigarette, snapping his lighter to life. The flickering flame echoes across his face. This isn’t something he should understand.

“I know.” Ren lies, as he dips his knuckles into the smokefilled scars at the edges of his wrists.

“You can’t love me, either.” Hux barks, sucking in a long drag, exhaling sharp into Ren’s wide open mouth.

“I don’t.” Ren promises, too harsh, too fast. The words roll wrong off his tongue exhaled with smoke, like ash.

“Liar.” Hux names him harshly, caging them the way they both silently crave.

“Mark me again.” Ren begs, reaching out to coil his fingers around Hux’s wrist, rank burning bright. Like a beacon, like a trap.  

“No.” Hux shakes his order branded shoulder from Kylo’s loose grip. Giving into Kylo’s needs one move at a time. 

but I’m yours doesn’t leave Ren’s yielding mouth as he closes his eyes, brazenly bearing his throat and arches into the sharp scraps Hux offers up.

“Swear this means nothing.” Hux bites into the naked offering, brittle bones under his stern fingers, the tendons between his teeth turn taught when Ren swallows heavy.

“Whatever you want.” Ren swears, accommodating Hux’s cruelty easily, closing his eyes against the pinched grip on his throat.

“You disgust me.” Hux snarls and tosses him away and his cigarette to the floor, crushing it under his heavy boot slipping away without looking back.