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getmehighonmagic · 10 days

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WIP Wednesday, April 10th 2024

Thanks for the early tags @suseagull04 @duchessdepolignaca03 @onthewaytosomewhere ♥

TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY! ♥ My last year in my twenties... Pray for me that I won't spotaneously get wrinkles now that 30 is so close?

Anyway, for my birthday, I decided you get cowboy Alex and Henry!

From take me back to San Francisco, coming soon:

They’re not the only ones who chose an early morning ride, and their group stops frequently when their tour guide points out views and spots they otherwise would have missed by concentrating on keeping their horses in line. It’s clear that Alex has some experience in riding horses as well, because he steers his horse to the side easily and waits until Henry catches up with him, before he turns to send him a boyish grin. “This was a really good idea,” he says, bending forward to pet his horse’s neck. “I haven’t ridden in so long, I forgot how much I love it.” Henry laughs softly, watching Alex squirm happily in his saddle. “How come?” Alex shrugs. “Not much opportunity for it in New York,” he explains. “I grew up in Austin, though. My grandfather used to own a ranch and June and I would go every weekend to help him clean out the stables and lunge the horses.” It isn’t hard to picture a young Alex working himself into a sweat in the stables and out in the fields. Henry hopes they’ll have enough time for Alex to share more childhood memories with him, before he has to leave. He wants to know everything about the man; wants to be able to play out his stories behind closed eyelids when all he has left is the memory of Alex, forever engraved in his mind. “Tell me more?” Henry suggests when their group starts moving again, and Alex does. By the end of the ride, all Henry can do is kiss him, their cowboy hats knocking together.

Gently nudging @magicandarchery @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @sparklepocalypse @kiwiana-writes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @affectionatelyrs @indomitable-love @heysweetheart-writes @wordsofhoneydew @firenati0n @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @anchoredarchangel @clottedcreamfudge @anincompletelist @cricketnationrise @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @lostcol @matherines @captainjunglegym @thinkof-england @inexplicablymine @three-drink-amy @priincebutt @nocoastposts @littlemisskittentoes @cha-melodius @i-am-freyja @itsmaybitheway @saturntheday @ships-to-sail @bitbybitwrites @cactusdragon517 @ninzied @porcelainmortal ♥

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line-husband-age-realize · 11 days

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#tw self destruction #francisco lachowski #prince #narusaku #tiona fernan #my sims #larry fanfiction #cassie skins #red hair #hyunjin smut #graphic designer #olga kurylenko

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getmehighonmagic · 12 days

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Sentences Sunday, April 7th 2024

Hi, I'm back from the dead. Missed me? Lol. I'm so sorry I've been slacking, I haven't been in a great space, mentally, but I'm gonna try to tag along again!

Thanks for the tags @duchessdepolignaca03 @wordsofhoneydew @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @itsmaybitheway ♥

From take me back to San Francisco, coming soon:

Sitting on top of the hill at one end of the Golden Gate Bridge, the sun going down over the horizon and stars slowly appearing above them, Henry doesn’t think he’s ever been happier, nor will he ever be again. The ice cream sandwiches Alex had picked up - a big scoop of madagascar bourbon vanilla bean flavoured ice cream between two thick sea salt chocolate chip cookies - are soft and sweet, and when Henry takes a bite, it practically melts on his tongue. “Bloody hell,” he moans, savouring the taste. “Hmm,” Alex agrees with a nod, a scrunch of pure delight between his brows. He licks the fingers of his right hand clean and reaches into his backpack, pulling out a bottle of champagne and two plastic flutes. “Better make it worth your time.” He grins and puts his ice cream sandwich down in the container it came in to open the bottle and pour them both a glass. “Alex,” Henry whispers, his chest expanding, “you’re worth it, regardless.” The words mean so much, more than he dares to express, and Alex seems to feel it too, because his eyes tear up behind his glasses when he says, “So are you, baby.”

No pressure tagging @magicandarchery @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @sparklepocalypse @kiwiana-writes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @affectionatelyrs @indomitable-love @heysweetheart-writes @firenati0n @anchoredarchangel @clottedcreamfudge @anincompletelist @cricketnationrise @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @lostcol @matherines @captainjunglegym @thinkof-england @inexplicablymine @three-drink-amy @priincebutt @nocoastposts @littlemisskittentoes @cha-melodius @i-am-freyja @saturntheday @ships-to-sail @bitbybitwrites @cactusdragon517 @ninzied @porcelainmortal ♥

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requestomaestro · 8 months

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Pedro Pascal's characters going to the beach (headcanons)

Oberryl Martel

If he could he would go to the nudist beach. There's no one nearby, so you end up at a go-to spot for many people in your area.

There are a lot of attractions, a volleyball field being the one that especially catches his attention. He spends a significant time there, showing off his skills. You don't complain and just observe his muscles stretching and glistening in the sun.

Once he's done he tries to encourage you to go into the sea. You are too comfortable to leave your place in the shade. Your excuses are not enough for him. He just picks you up, like you weigh nothing, and carries you towards the water.

Once your bodies are covered by the sea it's like the rest of the world has disappeared. His hands hold you close and carres your skin, moving swiftly like waves. Dry from the sun lips meet your neck, ignoring the salty taste. In the heat of the moment, he tries to untie the top of your bikini. You're so far from the land that technically nobody would see that act. As much as you want this you don't want him to start something he can't finish.

Javier Peña

It’s very hard to make him take a break, so convincing him to go on a one-day vacation is a hell of a task. Knowing him well enough you propose a beach trip during sex. He’s buried inside of you, most of the blood left his head and traveled down, so he doesn’t even realize when he agrees to your idea.

Of course later, when you close the car door, he’s not even close to being joyful. In the beginning, the only thing that is convincing him to put his feet in the sand is a beach bar.

He has trouble relaxing. There’s a part of him that looks around the beach searching for possible dangers or faces he has pinned on a corkboard at work. It's a habit he can't get rid of.

When the drinks start to kick in he slowly notices the beauty that makes you fall in love with this place. He might not jump over waves with you or have a sand castle-building competition but will watch you (and your bikini that leaves little to the imagination) with eagerness. And no, his sunglasses do not manage to hide his focused stare.

At the end of the day, once the sun sets and the lamps in the local bar start glowing golden light, he might take you for a goodbye drink. Maybe there’s salsa or bachata music playing and some couples are swaying their bodies on the dancefloor. You look at them, amazed by the movements. It would take just one of your beautiful smiles to convince him for a slow, yet sensual dance. There's no need to ask. He quickly finishes his whisky and takes your hand. Leading you to the corner of the dance floor, where you hide from most of the stares.

Francisco Morales

He usually goes to the beach with his daughter, so from a trip like this we would expect sandcastle building, ice cream eating, and playing in the sea. But when he comes here with you, it's a completely different experience.

Life has been hard lately, for both of you, so you want to make this the most relaxing day you can.

You've brought a blanket, sun umbrella, and even some pillows to lay comfortably on the sand. Both of you took a book to enjoy, in the end only you've managed to read some pages.

Frankie has fallen asleep on the blanket no longer than 5 minutes after you've applied sunscreen to his back. It's adorable how his quiet snores kind of match the waves. You don't mind it, all you can care about is the fact that he's getting some peace.

Eventually, you stay longer than you intended to, mostly because you didn't have the heart to wake Frankie up from his nap. Some seagulls flying over your shared blanket did the job for you.

Together you pack everything and head towards the car. While walking Frankie apologizes thousands of times for falling asleep on your day off and promises a redo. Maybe with the guys so you'd have company if the waves put him to sleep again.

You start a car and head towards the now orange sky. His hand draws small circles on your tight, slowly massaging skin exhausted from the sun. To your slight disappointment, the movement stops halfway home. You look over at him. His eyelids once again closed. A relaxed impression on his face.

Javi Guttieres

Since it's part of his castle of a home, you two spend a lot of time at the beach. The sun loungers always wait for the two of you and are used for different things.

If the morning sun or responsibilities don't wake you up before noon, that's your go-to place for a romantic bunch. Evenings are spent sharing a sun lounger and cuddling while watching the sunset. It's a little bit uncomfortable, but this tradition is too important for you to get rid of.

After Javi's success in the movie industry, the sun loggers started functioning as his office. He finds that he writes the best scenes there. Especially when his muse is sitting right next to him. Sea's water droplets glistening on her body and her smile outshning the sun.

Din Djarin

There are so many beautiful beaches in the universe but the ones that you love the most are secluded ones. Just like the one you are right now.

Grogu and Din are in your see sight, running on the sand. The color of it is so white that when the sun is shining bright in its glory, there's an impression that you can see through it. Maybe that's why Din stopped here. So he knows you are safe.

The transparency of the sand also brings a lot of joy to the child who easily can find rocks and sea shells. After an hour or so of collecting those little treasures, they bring them back to you.

Din usually is very skeptical of the waters, and what dangers might be hiding in it. On the other beaches, there's no way you could convince him for a swim. But here, where the sand and the sea is almost seethrough, he gives you permission.

You take Grogu in your arms and immerse most of your body in the chilly water. He fusses a little bit, but when his body gets used to the temperature he is filled with joy. Din has taken a place on a rock, watching over the two of you and your surroundings. The only pleasure he allows himself is taking off his beskar shoes.

It's a hilarious sight. The Mandalorian with no protection of his angles sitting on a rock, with feet in the sea. You laugh at him, referring to him as your private barefoot scarecrow which earns you a splash in your face. You don't complain. This day couldn't get better.

Max

Nah... He's not going to the beach with you. Too much sun. Not an option.

Tagging:

@littlemisspascal @pedrostories

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