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“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“I’m that hopless romantic with a sex drive through the roof typa person.”

— c. z.

#a very important gifset

via stovenrogers on twitter

Mirkwood family cuddling in bed time! With Elithien watching over her boys. 

Jareth Abe Bishop data and Spock headcanons with an so who loves to make them flower crowns/put flowers in their hair?

Jareth

You have the most bizarrely beautiful flowers to weave together. The labyrinth is full of them, taking form into colors and shapes you never could’ve dreamed off.

And of course, they look most beautiful weaved into a crown to sit on your beloved husband’s head.

He loves sitting in fields of flowers, twirling his crystals in his hands as he watches you braid and weave the stems together. Gingerly you place the crown on his head, beaming with pride and blushing at his beauty.

He uses his magic to ensure that his crown will never wither and die, staying as beautiful as from the moment you plucked the flowers from their stems. Their his most cherished possessions. A gift you made for him yourself.

“You look beautiful.” You say to him with a smile on your face. He pulls you into a kiss, laying you down against the grass as he brushes his hand against your cheek.

“My pretty little thing.” He sighs contently. “I do love you so.”

Abe

You started making paper flowers as a way to relieve stress. You were sitting in the library with Abe as he read his books and you folded your flowers when a thought crossed your mind.

Abe felt something being placed against his head, looking up he saw you setting a paper flower crown down on him. “What’s this?” He asked.

“I was just thinking that you’d look like some sort of magical prince with a flower crown.” You smile. “I was right. Look, they’re supposed to be water lilies and everything.” You beam.

Abe blushes. “I’m flattered.” He smiles shyly. “He takes a flower from his crown and tucks it behind your ear, before kissing your hand gently. It was your turn to blush.

“What’s a magical prince if he doesn’t have someone to love and protect?” He asks, looking up at you, if he had eyelashes he would be batting them.

“You’re smoother than you give yourself credit for.” You blush. He stands, tilting your chin up so you can look at him. He gently presses his cold lips against yours.

Bishop

You were the botanist on board the ship. You mostly studied alien flora, but you kept some earth flowers to tend too as well. Reminding you of home.

Your pot of Marigolds was due to wilt soon, their season for blooming was over. As you were trimming them back, you had an idea.

Bishop was working in his lab when something was gently placed upon his head. Looking into his computer monitor, he saw in the reflection, orange flowers arranged like a crown sitting on his head.

“I just wanted to enjoy them before their season ends.” You say. He swivels around in his chair to face you. “Does it suit me?” He gives you a soft smile. You nod.

“Very much so.” You give him a kiss on the forehead. “You’re so handsome.”

Bishop wears his crown around until they wilt, no matter how the others teased or poked fun at him.

Data

You and Data were on shore leave. You leaped at the opportunity to spend some time with him when the crew got a vacation to the planet Risa.

Data and you were lying on a blanket. He was looking up at the clouds, listening to the waves roll lazily onto the sand, and back into the water. He didn’t notice you were putting flowers into his hair until your giggling gave you away.

Reaching up he felt the exotic flowers that were weaved into his hair. “Is there a particular reason, you’ve put flowers in my hair?” He asked. You smile and shake your head.

“Not really.” You lay down next to him. “I just…think you’re cute and flowers suit you.”

Data blinks, processing this information. “I see. Thank you” He states matter o factly. He rolls over on his side to face you.  

“Unfortunately I cannot think of a flower that could suit you.” He declares. You’re taken aback.  “None of them would compare to your beauty.” Red spreads across your cheeks like wildfire.

Spock

You were sitting in the gardens of the ship, twirling the stems of flowers together to make a flower crown. You placed it on your head.

“What are you doing?” You heard your significant other ask. You turned around to see Spock approach you.

“Oh…” You blush taking the crown off your head. “Nothing really. Nothing Logical. Just making a flower crown.” You smile.

Spock sat down next to you on the grass. “Explain flower crowns to me?” He asked. “I…just think they look pretty that’s all.”

You placed your crown back on your head. Spock scratches his chin. “It’s not illogical to do things that make you happy.” He states.

“And besides…they are pretty. Especially on you.”

Spock, Jim has vanished without a trace, is this really the best use of your time

The Enemy Within (Star Trek: The Original Series)

Chris Evans as Ari Levinson in The Red Sea Diving Resort (2019)

Realizing You Have to Wait for Almost an Entire Year for the Second Season of The Mandalorian: A Moodboard (feat. Pedro Pascal)

Mando’s Sexiest Moments of Season 1

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Please add more

*Dyn near death covered in blood and sweat*

ok but that’s hot tho

after the finale of the mandalorian i cannot stop thinking about all the little fucking faces Din makes bc that bitch was on the brink of death and managed to make a face at IG’s joke, do not tell me he doesn’t make the littlest fuckin faces when someone says smth rude or dumb. no i will not take any criticism

#that’s hot

“Have you ever removed your helmet?”

“No.”

“Has it ever been removed by others?”

“Never.”

“This is the way.”

bonus “I am not a living thing”

At this point if your goal in life isn’t getting away from WW3, pretending Trump never existed, going into space and marrying Pedro Pescal  and being Baby Yoda’s new mom, then you need new priorities.

"I promise to keep it on if I can kiss you,"

Summary: Din really wants to kiss you, but that means taking off his helmet…

Pairing: Din Djarin (Mando) x Reader 

Word Count: 972

Rating: SFW Tags: First kiss, Kissing, Blindfolds, Friends to lovers, Gentle kissing, Flirting, Cockblocking

Notes: Yah!!! I always thought Din was cool but when he took off his mask I was like *o* So yeah we gotta do some fics about him. Heres my first!

“Do you trust me?” you ask him. Din doesn’t pause his answer. “Yes,” he says quickly. “Do you trust me enough not to peek?” “I do.” This time he does pause. “But I don’t want to take any chances. I can’t let any living thing see me without my helmet, you understand this.” And that was true, you did understand. You knew how much being a Mandalorian meant to him, and how he’d honor the code until he died. It was a shame, you badly wanted to know who lay under the mask, who had won your heart over, who you were thinking of day and night.   Din clearly felt the same. At first, he was blunt and quiet around you, just like everyone else, but it didn’t take long until you heard him laughing and smiling from under his helmet on the regular. You had won him over and he damn well knew it.

“What if I blindfold you? Would you be alright with that?” Din asks you, clearly eager. “You can, but don’t blame me if it slips off and I take a peak,” you flirt. “Very funny,” Din says. “But I promise to keep it on if I can kiss you,” you flirt. Din smirks from under his mask as he wanders off down the corridor of his ship.

You sat there in silence for a moment, overhearing Din rummage with something down below. Your cross your legs on the passenger seat, looking over at the Childs closed cot, resting. Din re-appears with a black cloth in both hands. He kneels down in front of you so he’s level with your face, and ties the blindfold behind your head. You adjust it slightly, making it more comfortable over your nose. “Can you see?” he asks. “Of course not!” Your sight was black. Din waves his hand in front of your face, seeing if you’d flinch. You didn’t as you obviously couldn’t see him. “Happy?” You ask him. “Mhmm,” Din replies. You hear a shuffle, the sound of metal clanking, and a light thud next to you. Din had removed his helmet and placed it on the dashboard.

Still kneeling in front of you, he takes your hand and places it softly on his cheek. Skin contact. You rub your thumb lightly over his cheek, the strands of his stubble prickling your fingertip. “I guess there’s no need to shave if no one ever see’s you,” you joke. Din laughs. “I like it,” he shrugs as your other hand comes up to cup his other cheek. You spend some time brushing your hands over his skin; feeling the curve of his chin, the softness of his cheekbones, the thickness of his brows. “Well, you’re human,” you state. “Mhmm,” he replies, closing his eyes, warming up to your touch. You run your hands up through his mop of hair, medium length and thick. “I’ve always liked long hair,” you joke. He grins again and shuffles closer to you, pulling off his gloves and placing his hands on your lap.

You can feel his face close to yours, his warm breath against your flustered cheeks. Din reaches one of his hands up to hold the crook of your neck, his fingertips brushing into your hair. You can feel his nerves radiating off him, his hand ever so slightly shaking. “For a bounty hunter, you’re pretty nervous,” you joke, trying to calm him. “Never kissed someone so breathtaking before,” Din softly replies. “You haven’t even kissed me yet!” You laugh. “Oh yeah..” And with that, Din pulls you forwards slightly and finally bridges the gap. The first thing you feel is his mustache ticking against your upper lip, making you smile against him. His nose bumps lightly against yours as you kiss; you found this cute, but Din seemed tense. You loosen him up by cupping your hands on his jawline, rubbing your thumb over his cheeks. Din tightens his grip of your hair to pull you against him even more, not knowing you could get closer to this man. His other hand snakes its way off your knee to around your waist, pulling you forward. You uncross your legs, letting his body slide in between them. You felt Din let out a soft sigh against your lips; you knew this man was weak for you. “You mesmerize me,” he says softly. You smile as you continue to kiss him. “The feelings mutual,” you purr.

Din’s knees are hurting, but he doesn’t want to move. He’s far too occupied in the hands of a pretty woman who has him wrapped around her pinky. The two of you spend what felt like hours exploring each other; a mixture of soft and hard kisses, open mouth, closed mouth, a bit of tongue. Din lets out the softest signs and moans every now and again, making your heart flutter. The two of you abruptly stop as you hear a small squeak. Din doesn’t hesitate in standing up, keeping his head down, and putting his helmet back on. “He’s awake,” Din says through the slight drone of his helmet. You reach behind your head to un-blindfold yourself, opening your eyes to see the Child looking at the two of you, his mouth happily open. Din pats his head before sitting down in the pilot seat, swiveling it around to focus on driving. You stand up and pick the Child up, nestling back down in your seat with it bundled in your arms. “Little cock-block, aren’t you?” you ask it. You head Din laugh upfront. The Child looks at you with confused eyes but smiles anyway. “At least we know the blindfold works,” you say to Din, watching him drive. “I’ll keep it handy for next time then,” Din says looking of his shoulder. You smirk.

Next time.

The Mandalorian s01e08: The Mandalorian gets severely injured by explosion + aftercare.

Enjoy my whump-friends😉!

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Mando probably making these faces under the helmet the whole time and we never even knew it

Mando🤤

Fucking rail me pls.

Some sketches of my favorite Bounty Hunter!

Loving this series. Pedro Pascal is a gem 

look, I know we all fantasize and drool and thirst over Mando, but let’s face facts: the dude is not rough whatsoever when it comes to intimacy of any kind.

he hasn’t shown his face since he was a CHILD. even if, for argument’s sake, he’s had some affairs and kept the helmet on during, the years spent as a bounty hunter and as part of the Mandalore made him an introvert. it’s clear in the way he speaks, the way he moves often times, his body language. when he’s not fighting, he’s hesitant, timid, unfamiliar with other human touches that don’t mean him harm.

I strongly believe he’d be, if not inexperienced, definitely shy, touch-starved and gentle. he runs and fights and shoots and kills almost on a daily basis and you expect him to behave the same in private? nahhh, he wants peace and quiet, actual intimacy, slow movements and kindness, gentle touches, pacing himself.

I say rights for romantic and gentle Mando 2020

The Mandalorian (2019-)

mando taking off his helmet after making us all act like victorian maidens for 7 episodes

me:

the mandalorian? isn’t that bitch the powerhouse of the cell?