@doubtstars​ // spop s5 said ash and lune rights

    A world saved-- the Heart stopped and life spread across Etheria once more, it worked. Every ounce of pressure that has weighed on Adora’s shoulders since she gripped the hilt of an unfamiliar sword in the woods, it’s replaced with the gentle touch of Mara’s fingers against them, her own lips tugging upwards into a w a r m smile. Finally, she isn’t overwhelmingly confused and lost. Not burdened by a destiny or the knowledge that she had to SACRIFICE HERSELF to save everything-- she’d been willing before, but...that was never what she wanted. Memories of darkness pulling her closer, body weak as the magic surged through her veins-- but she was pulled from it. This time...she gets to choose for herself and the world. 

   The feeling of warmth spreads to her chest as well, her gaze shining like Mara’s as she fully comes to terms with what this means. Everyone is at peace, and everything Mara sacrificed...it was never in vain. “Thank you, Mara.” Her voice comes out light, and somehow...somewhere, Adora hopes that Mara knows. That she can feel how it all ended.

        having just come in from   BITTER   WINDS   has blurred his edges,   brown   eyes     watery and cheeks burning red, but the curl at the corner of pale lips is nothing short of i m p i s h,     and he thinks he’s clever. romeo breathes AMITY,  a strange type of practiced-casual slouch in his     shoulders,         and             lilting            words            are              laced            with           laughter. 

       ❛       no, the tears are not from emotion, miss --- OPHELIA ?    there’s no need to worry.       ❜

                                                                   .   .   .

   A small frown from the half-breed as the woman hurried past, making Jon curious as to where she was going in such a hurry. Of course, he followed after - he didn’t entirely understand personal space and privacy just yet.

basorexia  ;  the overwhelming desire to kiss.    accepting! ╱    @doubtstars​​  :  23.  a kiss on the back of the hand.

     heather doesn’t know who picked the music for this party, but she’d like to give them a high five.  or maybe a hug.  (  both?  )  they haven’t played a single bad song.  the outro of kids of america fades out, replaced by the opening chords to another staple of her middle school years.

     she throws back the last of her drink, tossing the empty solo cup carelessly onto the coffee table as she stands.  why the fuck are they still sitting around?  ‘‘ hey.  come dance with me! ’’  a hand is held out to her friend, who raises an eyebrow.  a long moment passes.  then janis grabs it, allowing a grinning heather to pull them to a bare space on the makeshift dance floor.

     neither of them is particularly good.  that doesn’t matter, though, even when janis steps on her toes.  heather feels light in a way she hasn’t since … god, elementary school?  wow.

     the song switches again and a few people whoop loudly.  heather throws her head back, catching janis’s eye.  she’s smiling, but there’s something a bit odd about it.  heather doesn’t get a chance to place what before janis is tugging her a little further from the other partygoers.

     ‘‘ what’s — ’’

     oh.

       janis’s lips press against the back of her hand and all heather can do is stare.  there’s a pause as their eyes meet.  then janis lets go of her hand.

     ‘‘ i’m gonna get another drink.  you want one? ’’  it takes a second, but heather nods.  ‘‘ cool.  be right back. ’’

     heather watches her go, disappearing into the crowd.

     that was … weird.  but she liked it.

@doubtstars​ // owl city starters

    DOWNWARD TWITCH OF HIS LIPS and a sympathetic look in his eyes, the tips of Sokka’s fingertips mindlessly brush against hers-- in slow, careful movements, they connect, and he keeps a warm grip of her hand. Unwilling to admit, but nerves claw at his chest too: they always have, from boyhood awaiting MANHOOD, constant preparation for the day the black snow finally descended again, the resolve to keep Katara safe and the drive to find his dad, the WAR they’ve all had to fight in their whole lives. He doesn’t remember a day without it, and the LAST thing Sokka is going to let happen is leave Suki alone...not after what the both of them have had to endure.

       “I’ve got you,” He promises, and he MEANS it, with every effort he can manage. “And I won’t leave, believe me, a lot of people have failed at trying to get rid of me.” An attempt to lighten the mood with a slightly lopsided smile, before he gently squeezes her hand.

@doubtstars​​​ // percy jackson starters

( 100 bad days - ajr )

@doubtstars​​ // percy jackson starters