and listening to all her music

Sometimes I like to imagine the Boss giving younger Saints hour long lectures on why the 80′s were fucking awesome whenever one of them questions or insults their taste in music, games or TV shows/movies.

Thug: “Hey Boss, do we have to listen to the Mix in the crib all the time? It fuckin’ sucks.
Boss: “Fuck you just say?
*grabs thug by the ear and drags him/her to the nearest seat and begins lecturing/ranting*

anonymous asked:

If I remember right, you had teka as a grad student. Can you tell us a little about your experience as a student with a job and a birb? (I'm starting a master's program in the fall and I'll be adopting a pair of green cheeks over the summer)

I’ve had teka since high school.  I went to a local university for both my undergrad and master’s.  This is why I found it pretty manageable.  And my work was teaching private music lessons out of my home studio.  All of these things made it super easy to give her the attention she needed.  She could always be with me when I was studying and she was always so good about being quiet when I’m doing desk work as long as she could sit with me, of course!  And she frequently sat in on the music lessons I taught at home.  My students loved her, and she loves music and enjoyed listening to them play piano.  I hope this answers your question :)  Since you are adopting a pair they will also have each other as company so that will take some of the pressure off of you.

Zahra Ryder.
Nickname: Za-Za (Only by her brother)
Romance: Jaal Ama Darav
Best Friend: Liam Kosta
Class: Frontline Battlemaster/Vanguard
Weapon(s) of Choice: N7 Piranha
Personality: Emotional, down to earth, good humored, caring, protective.

Zahra Ryder, to those who know her, would be described as “steel wrapped in silk.” With family and friends she’s goofy and fun loving. But with anyone she doesn’t know, she’s all business and quite.Though she is the eldest of of the Ryder twins, only just by a minute, she is fiercely protective of her brother, Scott. Zahra once had an “altercation” with an ex-girlfriend of her brother. No one had to ask what happened when the ex in question walked out with two black eyes and a broken nose. An introverted hopeless romantic, her favorite hobbies include reading and listening to music. Andromeda was to be the start of an adventure and she walked into it with a hopeful mind and a song in her heart.

noahfence but 2017 should be the year we start treating melanie martinez like the shit that she is

her music is all about rape, trauma, abuse and glorifying mental illness (especially psychosis) and that’s broadcasted to her audience which is literally just middle school girls

you wouldn’t believe how many girls my age say shit like “ugh im such a psycho!!” or “sorry, im totally insane” thinking its cool. and I know girls have always done this, but it’s so much worst now that a popular artist like melanie perpetuates these ideas in their brains

its so damn toxic. I remember when I had this mentality I literally denied help from ANYONE and its because of artists like melanie martinez

lyrics like “you think im gonna tell the psychiatrist something is wrong” and “all the best people are crazy” shouldn’t be listened to by little girls.

melanie martinez makes shit music and her career belongs in the garbage, bye

Love isn’t uploading a picture on social media and expressing how much you’re crazy or infatuated with someone. Love is how she gently lays you down and puts a pillow behind your head for you while she kisses you; letting phrases such as “you’re mine” come out of her mouth. It’s how she takes your ear rings out for you because “it’s not good to sleep in them.” Love is more than words. It’s how she rides in the car with you listening to music you love but she can’t stand; she just likes listening to you get all happy and sing along to it. Love isn’t seeing each other every single day; It’s having to go months without and spend nights on FaceTime just to get a little taste of somewhat being together. Love isn’t buying her gifts all the time, but instead, going out of your way at the grocery store to get the things she loves before she comes home. There’s nothing better than being loved.
—  You give me this

the girl sitting next to me on the tube unlocked her iphone and i could see she was listening to just hold on, i unlocked it at the same time and she saw i was listening to it too, we just looked at each other and we smiled. i don’t know who she was and i will never see her again but I loved that we didn’t say a word, we just knew. 


You stop in your pace and look towards her. Recalling Naruto’s words,

“Listen, if you hold her hand… maybe she’ll get the message that y’know…” 

Even though Naruto, of all people, is the worst person to ask advice from, you think to yourself it couldn’t hurt to be a little more bold and hold her fucking hand. It’s not like you’re already trying to be bold but she hasn’t been noticing any of your previous gestures. 

You pause before looking away, holding up your hand to her gaze. 

Sakura’s eyes widen to your raised palm. 

Honestly, it really couldn’t hurt to hold hands, you’ve been wanting to do it for quite a w–

Sakura places her bag of groceries on the palm of your hand and smiles. 

“You didn’t have to Sasuke-kun, but if you insist!”

You then hear her giggle and she walks away.  

Your extended palm holds the groceries that Sakura bought earlier and you think to yourself, 

this is going to take some time. 

-but that’s ok. 

How SU studies

Pearl: 60 flashcards, five quizlet accounts, clothes with highlighter stains, is literally vibrating with nerves when the test is being handed out

Amethyst: motivates herself through rewards, ie treating herself with snacks or a break after a page or so. It doesn’t really work.

Garnet: organized, but only calm on the outside, listens to music the whole way through and will punch someone if they ask for a pen during the exam

Peridot: did the paper last week, studied for that thing a month ago, stays up all night watching netflix instead and is fueled by coffee and spite

Lapis: DOES NOT.

Jasper: will knock everything off her desk in frustration while working, easily distracted by wanting to redo own eyeliner or fight the neighborhood raccoon

Steven: PASTEL STUDYBLR. Tea, blankets and good lighting, but spends a lot of time making his notes look nice instead of reading the words. It’s a problem.

sulli deserved better treatment and protection. that whole “sm is now suing for defamation of their idols” should have happened years ago. krystal deserved better support too. to this day i still question why on her reality show with jess she felt so alone and broken “no one would listen to me.” luna deserved better in general, bc SM never really cared tbh. they did not try hard enough to promote her solo activities as much as they did for the others. vic and amber deserved better because it’s like SM keeps sending them off to do all these individual activities u know, and yeah for what? more promo? f(x) are already known, they could have just made them promote as a group with their MUSIC so they could do world tours. Dimension 4 was so amazing, they had to add concert dates. but no, SM still doubts f(x), and still not even an Asian Tour. ..and now we have a frustrated band member, and angry and anxious MeUs… i’m really trying to stay positive but this is all too much…

Selena is one of the most genuine artists of our genuine and NOBODY gives her enough credit. I grew up watching her show and listening to her music and it was such a gift to see her looking beautiful and confident and authentic tonight. Her speech was much needed for me and I’m sure many others. I hope everyone will hear her loud and clear. She’s not broken anymore. Let’s stop talking about all of the things that made her feel that way, and focus on everything she has coming in the future.

You could’ve chosen the girl with green eyes and long hair, who loves going out on dates and likes to cook for you, who always takes long baths and listens to music while doing her homework, who loves coffee and peppermint tea, who smiles at strangers and is crazy about sunsets,

you could’ve chosen the girl who laughs like a princess and loves her parents, who reads poems and does yoga, who doesn’t eat meat and smells of vanilla, who is obsessed by sudoku and animes, who would play the piano for you and would adore your big brown eyes,

you could’ve chosen the girl who teaches you how to treat a woman, who doesn’t get angry at you and isn’t jealous at all, who is passionate about photography and music, who laughs at your silly jokes and knows how to get what she wants,

you could’ve chosen the girl who likes roses and “The walking dead”, who knows her worth and likes to play videogames, who would love to dance, especially for you and would love to watch with you movies about super heroes, 

but you chose me and I’m still wondering why.


I’m still wondering why.

and also in all honesty it was easier to watch adele win over taylor winning over beyonce bc at least adele was like “hey bey thank you for what you do for the black community and for women in general and for music” like she took most of her time up there to be like listen your work is not ignored and it is not under appreciated the way you change the game inspires and empowers so many and taylor was just like “when people tell you no or try to take you down @ kanye you just keep going” like idk what hardships she met other than the normal ones in the music industry but gd give respect to adele for acknowledging the work and impact beyonce has on the music industry (and the world i mean) 

BTS ideal type vs What they need


He knows what he wants, he wants that confident girl walking down the street with an air of “she knows what she’s doing.” She’s the type of girl who knows that boys turn around for a double take when they see her pass. But when they ask her out, or play some cheesy comment, she’ll turn them down with a sassy remark. She’s the player you know. She has it all going for her. Not a full fledged genius, but not a dumb one either. Her pervy jokes makes him laugh even when he’s  having the worst day possible. But overall someone who can take music seriously. Whether you listen to kpop, or rock or even classical. Its your passion for music that sets you apart. 

  1. Looks
  • Them booty doh
  • Tallish 165-170
  • Long hair.
  • Tanned slightly

    2.  Personality

  • Confident
  • sassy
  • sarcastic
  • music lover
  • a little pervy
  • not necessarily smart, but not dumb either
  • fashion forward

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Yes she needs to be all those things. But its not just that. His image isn’t distorted, its just incomplete. Yes he needs a sassy, sarcastic and confident girl to keep him in check. But he also needs someone who can be the sweetest person ever whenever he feels a little insecure. This fluff ball needs someone with overflowing aegyo more than he needs the sexiness. Cause your innocence in it self is sexy. Unlike Hobi he hasn’t mentioned that he wants a smart girl. But he needs one. He needs someone who can stay up with him till 3 and logically sort through all the philosophical questions this dork has. Maybe not in literature, but if you were more inclined towards the science field, it’d be a perfect fit. This literature hoe, will sit with you and straight up have a debate on why love is a feeling and science can’t explain, while you sit there trying to convince him that it’s his hormones that influence his feelings. He’d love having coffee dates where the both of you just read. Snuggled next to each other that is.

  1. Looks
  • **Ahem** don’t question the assets
  • Tallish. He’s tall, he still needs to kiss you comfortably (grandpa don’t wanna hurt his back)
  • Tanned. it’ll look so hot in his eyes. **ahem** “ All I can think about is Rihanna.” **aaaheeemm**
  • It’d be fun to see you with colored hair, as it’d be a way of expressing yourself. 

    2.  Personality

  • Sweet, Sassy, Sarcastic. (The triple S along with that’s S line DOH)
  • Caring, not motherly. More so like a friend.
  • Smart. More on the science side. But has that philosophical touch
  • Type to stand up for herself
  • confidently carry’s herself aorund people
  • Pervy jokes for everyone
  • aegyo master
  • Aegyo couple
  • Aegyo queen
  • did I mention Aegyo
  • Initiate that affection girl
  • Loves him for him, and can accept his mistake and help him fix them.
  • They need to understand his passion for music
  • Be understanding of his career
  • Music Lover in general
  • bookworm

Originally posted by taestylips

Jokers Daughter Imagine: Stalker

Request: (anon) Can you do one where J daughter (reader) gets a stalker?


The night was going absolutely perfect. You and your mother got dressed together, she did your makeup, you painted her nails, listened to music, laughing as it all happened before going to the club. The Joker watched his two girls together from the doorway of the bedroom. He had an air of confidence about him watching them jump up and down on his bed and wrap jewels around their necks that he bought for them. 

 “Harley, (y/n) it’s time to go.” You and your mother finished touching up your red lips and followed your father to the car. As you walked across the compound you saw a strange car parked outside the fence. It seemed like as soon as you looked over the headlights flicked off. Your father opened the door for you and held your hand as you stepped in. 

 "Daddy who does that car belong to?“ The joker looked at the car zooming away. It was small and beaten up. 

 “Who cares. You look beautiful, princess.” He brushed it off before shutting the door and climbing in the passenger side next to Frost. You smiled at him with your thoughts still on the car. As you drove away from the compound you tried to look out the window but the mysterious vehicle was gone. 

 The club was everything you hoped. You had some drinks and danced with Harley while the Joker was with a business partner. The hours passed and after a while you needed some air. You struggled to get through the crowd until you finally saw Frost. 

 “Uncle Johnny I need a smoke broke please.” You said as you tied your hair up in a bun. He shook his head and led you outside the private exit. 

You took the cigarette out of your purse and Frost flipped open a gold lighter for you. You breathed in and out taking in the relief when through the smoke you saw a man standing across the street. He was standing partly in the shadows all you could make out were his blue jeans and dark hair. 

“Hey Uncle Johnny…. is that guy starin at you or me?” Frost looked across the street and put his hand in his jacket.

 “If he’s staring at you miss he’ll get this.” He turned his body towards the man and opened his jacket to reveal a gun. The man started to slowly walk down the street and you followed him with your eyes. Once he got to the corner you coughed on your smoke. He was getting into the same car that was parked at the compound. Except he didn’t turn on the lights or drive away he just sat there. 

 “Uh.. uncle-” you went to say something right as his phone rang. He talked for a while before he grabbed the cigarette out of your hand and threw it on the ground to stomp it out.

 “Im sorry miss but we have to go, boss said it’s urgent.” He grabbed your shoulder and led you to the car. You sat there waiting for your parents to walk out but the door slammed open against the side of the club and the Joker walked out in a rage. Harley followed with a very nervous look on her face you had never seen on her before. They got in the car and didn’t say a word to you. You knew better than to question your father when he acted like this. 

“What the fuck was that in there? Frost how did that thing even get in?” He growled. Frost shrugged his shoulders and shook his head too afraid to form words. 

 “Puddin what are we going to do? that scared the hell outta me ya know.” Harley pouted at him and wrapped her arm around you in the back seat. Worried about her you couldn’t help but inquire.

 “Mom what’s going on? What scared you?” Immediately your father spun around and gave you a stern look. 

 “Nothing is going on do you understand me? You don’t have to worry about anything.” 

 “But daddy you guys are” 

 “You heard me princess.” He turned back around in his seat and leaned his head back and closed his eyes. This was unusual, he sometimes got angry or upset but he never got nervous. Harley stroked your hair and as you turned the corner you noticed the car that the man got into was gone. You kept an eye out as you pulled up to the compound but the car wasn’t there. 

At home before you could put your hand on the car door to open it your father had swung in opened and grabbed your hand and rushed you into the house. “You have to stay in your room tonight, someone will be outside the door if you need anything.” He said, his voice was getting shaky. 

 “Daddy can you please tell me whats going on? Are you guys okay? Did someone hurt you?” The joker let out a chuckle at you asking that. 

 “You always worry about me. Don’t you know im the one whose supposed to take care of you, huh?” he kissed your head and sat you down on the bed. "I told you it’s nothing princess so listen to me." 

 "Im old enough to know if something is wrong with you guys." 

 "Your mom and I are fine. Do as I tell you and stay in your room.” He walked out and you heard the door lock behind him. You saw the shadow of feet stand in front of the door. You knew there was no leaving that way. There was something wrong that your father wasn’t sure how to handle. You could tell he was nervous and unsure of what to do. He said him and your mother were fine, that only meant one thing and the reason he was locking you away: you weren’t fine. 

 The joker marched into the living room where Frost had placed the items all over the floor. In the middle of the business meeting at the club a goon brought in a package. He opened it up and fumed at the sight of the contents now spread all over his floor. Photos of the clown princess taken from afar, love letters for her detailing how he wanted to kiss her, hold her, marry her, there were rings and nightgowns and rose petals. The man who sent all this was obsessed with her. The note left with the box was the only thing addressed to the Joker himself. He picked it up and read over it again. 

 Dear Mr J,
      Ive watched your daughter for so long. I have loved her for so long. She is the most beautiful and precious thing in my life. She doesn’t know me but deep in her heart when I come for her she’ll know we are meant to be. Please give this box to her to show her my devotion. I would like to ask that we have your blessing to get married. I know this must be hard for you but she will be so happy with me.

 As he read the note over he clenched it in his fist and dropped it to his side. He paced back and forth breathing like a starving animal. He slammed his fists down on the bar not being able to hold them steady to pour a drink. Harley went over and caressed his back trying to calm him down. 

 "Puddin we should let her know, so shes careful.“ She whispered to him.

 "No Harls, I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of her knowing he exists. This will just scare her. I have to keep her from it.” The Joker felt a pain shoot from his chest down to his stomach. How could he have missed it happening, how could he have been out of control and let this all unfold. He walked over to the items on the floor and kicked them all over. “Get rid of these Frost. Bring the idiot who brought them to me here." 

 "She knows something is wrong you know how curious she is Puddin! Besides she’ll never stay locked in her room shes too much like you." 

 "Exactly she knows something is serious so yes she’ll stay im there. She knows to listen to me too. You want her going out where this guy might be?” He began to get angrier and louder. Harley decided to stop questioning when the goon walked in dragged by Frost. 

 The Joker circled him and growled as he shook in terror. "You’re going to tell me everything about the box.“ 

 "Boss… I uh… there was just a knock and then it was on the street." 

 "Oh so it flew and decided to land right outside my club? No one was there?” He grabbed the mans neck dug his nails in. “Some fucking pervert left it there for the princess and you’re protecting him." 

 "No! No sir! Im not I swear. I didn’t see his face. By the time I opened the door and looked around he was driving away in this shitty car and-” the mans words were cut short when a bullet fired right in between his eyes. The Joker didn’t need to hear any more. 

 "Useless…“ the Joker said putting it back in his holster. "All of them are goddamn useless. Frost! I know exactly what we need.”

You stood in your closet picking out a new outfit. Black jeans, black hoodie, boots, no one would recognize you without your jewelry or your hair falling free. You laughed under your breath. Your father should know better than to lock you in your room without answers. You were going to find out what was going on. If it concerned you then you were going to fix it. You went to your window and looked down to make sure no more of your fathers men were there before you climbed out. You slid down the two stories and gently touched the grass. You snuck past the living room window and took a peak inside. Frost lecturing goons. Dad standing over a dead body. The usual. You ran away from the house over to the purple lambo ready to hot wire it.

 "I thought I would have to come to you.” A quiet voice said making you jump a little. The man through the smoke from the street. Your confidence quickly left you and you froze. “I’m guessing your father gave you the gift. I was planning to come find you. I understand why you couldn’t wait. Love cant wait.” He bgan to walk towards you and you stepped back.

 "Who the hell are you? Stay away from me!“ You put your hands up in defense. 

 "Don’t be silly! I’ve waited for so long, watched you grow, now is the time for us. I saw it when you looked at me tonight leaving the house. That’s when I knew it was time. I had that gift in my car for what felt like ages. I wanted to take you at the club, but that goddamn body guard.” He started to twitch and snarl his words at you. He stepped closer and closer. 

 "I don’t know what you’re talking about. Don’t you dare come any closer. My father will kill you for following me.“ You were expecting anything besides a stalker. You didn’t know what to do. Your fathers actions made sense now. 

"You’ll learn my love. You don’t need him anymore. You have me. I’ll make you so happy.” His eyes were terrifying. You knew it wasn’t going to end well. You screamed for help as he looked you up and down before he jumped in the air towards you. You covered your eyes and screamed. 

 The sound of your voice was drowned out by the wave of bullets. You dropped to the ground. The guns kept firing before coming to a halt. You lifted your head when it was safe and saw your father standing there with his men. The mans body laid across from you. His eyes were still open staring at you. He coughed as blood overflowed from his mouth. You shot up and ran to your fathers arms. 

 "I thought I told you to stay in your room princess" he gripped you tightly to him and buried his face in your neck. His heart beat told him he was more scared than you. 

 "Can you punish me later and please take care of this guy huh?“ You let out a fake laugh and he released you from his grip and walked over to the bleeding man. 

 He looked up at the Joker then over to you and lifted his his hand with what little strength he had left. Frost stepped in front of you to shield you from his sight. The joker stomped in his hand before putting the barrel of the gun to his forehead. He struggled to lift his head and say the words. 

 "I love her." 

 The Joker let out an inhuman noise and fired into the mans head until he was out of bullets. "You don’t deserve her.” He whispered to the scattered brains. 

You pushed Frost out of the way and ran to your father. He picked you up in his arms and carried you away. You kept your head down on his shoulder, peaking slightly at the mess to make sure that he was really gone. You and your father clutched each other until you got in the house. 

 "You see what happens when you don’t listen to me?“ He wrapped his hands around your face and looked you deep in your eyes. 

 "You gotta come to my rescue?” You giggled trying to smooth over the situation. He just stared at you. Even the Joker wouldn’t laugh now.

 "It’s not funny. Do you have any idea how it felt to think he was after you. That he had been following you and planning to take you from me?“ He examined your face. He unclenched his jaw and just studied the face he loved so much. "Do you know how it felt to feel like I wasn’t protecting you?" 

 Your stomach started to ache and tears filled your eyes. You felt bad for making jokes when he was in pain. 

"Im sorry daddy, I am but…." 

 "But what princess?” “But you did protect me. He’s gone. And I feel safe again.” The word safe leaving your mouth meant the world to him. He ran his fingertips down your cheek before grabbing your waist and pulling you back into him. You kissed his cheek and sank into his embrace. 

 "Just one more thing.“ 

 "Yes daddy?" 

 "I know you smoke.” The joker laughed in your ear and you smiled and sighed in relief. He was back. The Joker was back in control.


i’ve been trying to post a drawing every day so…here’s some lineless practice with allura holding… molten steel? a star? you decide.

Once Upon a Time: New musical details unveiled

Once Upon a Time‘s upcoming musical episode is going to be jam-packed.

EW can exclusively reveal that the upcoming hour will feature seven songs, including a big solo for Jennifer Morrison’s Emma Swan.

Further details on the episode — including who else is singing, what they’re singing and why they’re singing — are still being kept under wraps. ( reported earlier Friday that Lana Parrilla would lend her voice to the episode.) When EW hit the set of Vancouver-based series last week, the cast was gleefully trying to sort some of that info out for themselves.

“We’ll all so excited about it,” Morrison tells EW. “It’s one of those things we’ve all thought about. Most of us have musical theater backgrounds or have had singing in our lives, or music in our lives, in some way. We’ve joked about it, thought about it. We’re all just listening to each other songs now trying to work out how the songs fit together and what the storyline is.”

The musical episode is slated to air this spring. Stay tuned for more details.

Once Upon a Time returns Sunday, March 5 at 8 p.m. ET on ABC.


tbh i’m grateful taylor swift signed that deal with the devil all those years ago stipulating that she must perform love story at every show she plays for the rest of her life because i barely listen to it anymore but whenever she plays it i’m like oh wow OH WoW oH wOWOWOW a SOng THE SONG the origin of mUSIC the REason i was BORN

Water Under the Bridge: A Nessian Smut Fic

For @blogtealdeal, who loves Nessian wing sin and who has blessed this fandom with Moriel fanart I never thought we would get to see. You are an absolute *blessing* Nicole. Thank you for all of the amazing work that you do. I wish there was more I could do to say thanks because that Moriel fanart killed my heart and brought it back to life again. <3

Title comes from the Adele song. It doesn’t totally fit lyrically for this fic, but it’s all I listened to while I wrote it and I don’t really do music while writing, so… yeah.

Summary: Nesta discovers in a fit of rage that Feyre isn’t the only one who can summon Illyrian wings at will. After a particularly long day of flying leaves her body aching, Cassian is there to sooth the pain in ways Nesta has never experienced before. Featuring Illyrian!Nesta and much wing sin. NSFW.

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Water Under the Bridge

The first time Nesta discovers she has wings - she’s screaming at Cassian.

Not just a faint whine of annoyance. Not a simple shout over some shallow disagreement. Not torn up words spat inches from his face.

But top of her lungs, blue in the face, going to kick his ass into the new year screaming.

The argument was stupid, as usual. And when it’s over, she can’t even quite remember what horrible thing it was about. The war had ended. Cassian had fought what little he could. Nesta had left to do her part. Maybe there were bitter words exchanged over still bleeding wounds. Maybe not.

All Nesta knows is that one moment she is so absolutely enraged at the jab Cassian let slip (that she knows he did not truly mean) and the next, her back feels the way her lungs do drowning at the bottom of the ocean, swimming up, up, up in a desperate search for air until finally that bubble of water bursts, and the muscles of her back split open in agonizing pain and -

She has wings.

Great, glorious membranous wings that stretch wide around her and seem to absorb all that wasted energy she spent and threaten Cassian for her.

Cassian - whose jaw had promptly hit the floor at the sight of those wings as they unfurled and cast red and gold shadows about the ground in the sunlight.

Nesta had stood back smugly that day at the way Cassian stared at her. She didn’t even fight him or pretend to stay angry when he stepped close, slid his hands around her waist and up along her back to the base of the wings as if to touch them, and she saw the sparkling in his eyes like diamonds as he whispered, awestruck, in her ear, “Nesta.”

That had set her grinning ear to ear.

It takes weeks for Nesta to figure out how to summon the wings at will. Whatever magic the Cauldron gave her over them, it’s not easy to figure out. And once she has mastered bringing the wings out at will, they’re weak and untrained. The muscles are loose and imbalanced, unable to support the size of her wingspan and Cauldron is her wingspan massive.

(Cassian eyes it for weeks trying not to compare.)

At first, Cassian insists she refrain from flying. She has to do stretching exercises to build up her strength, but Nesta grows restless rather quickly. Another shouting match between them - You may literally die if you attempt to jump off that cliff Nesta Archeron - has her threatening to have Feyre train her, or Mother help him, Rhys. And so finally, Cassian relents.

And then… Nesta is flying. Soaring high into the sky over Velaris.

She can only handle a few minutes at a time, but fuck if it doesn’t feel glorious. The world is stretched out below her and she feels like she could control it all from where she swoops and bellows above it. Every time she lands, every time the muscles scream with pain and tiredness, she hates it and forces Cass to help her keep training, keep going because damn it - she is going to master this.

It only takes one time - that first time in the air and Nesta doesn’t know how she can live again if the Cauldron hadn’t given her this gift. Maybe this was the Cauldron’s way of making up for the other awful things it did to her. She doesn’t quite mind.

Minutes eventually stretch into longer episodes. An hour. Then a few. Until she can fly just as long as Cassian. He wouldn’t be surprised if she could go longer than him.

But it’s a struggle getting there. Her wings are so large and her body has become one hell of a beast to support up in the air. And all Nesta wants to do for months on end is fly. So naturally, Cassian finds himself on the receiving end of many an endless, salty landing with Nesta.

“Again,” she snaps at him.

“Nesta,” and it’s a warning.

Nesta swivels on her feet and those wings flex behind her, Nesta’s own brand of warning. “I said, again.”

Cassian crosses his arms with a wide berth at his legs and tosses one of those taunting little smiles she both loathes and adores. “You didn’t say please.”

But Nesta doesn’t back down. Not by a long shot. She doesn’t even stand still. She takes two great strides bridging the distance between them and leans right up into his face as far as she can on the tips of her toes, her leathers groaning around her body as she reaches. “You didn’t earn it, sweetheart,” she snarls. “I want to go again.”

He knows she’ll kill him if he lets out the chuckle he has locked inside his chest. So instead, he gently grips her shoulders and leans down until their foreheads are almost touching.

And thank the Mother she doesn’t pull away from that touch.

“Nesta,” he says. “You just flew for an hour straight. That’s farther than you’ve ever come before and Cauldron, I’m proud. But you need to rest. I’m not joking when I say you could kill yourself if you go too far.” His hands slide slowly, sweetly from her shoulders to her neck until he cups her face, but Nesta feels so tight - so tense in that hold. His little spitfire in all that raging spirit always. It makes him feel light as air. “I’d really prefer it if you didn’t die, hmm?”

Nesta’s eyes soften for just a moment, her shoulders slumping. She dances up on the tips of her toes again and Cassian thinks she might lean into him finally, maybe even kiss him the way she sometimes does after she’s been flying for the day and the wind has left her breathless and she takes Cassian home to discover entirely new ways of feeling the rush flying creates in them both…

But just when her lips graze his own, Nesta teases out, “I said again, Commander,” and Cassian curses, “So we go again.” And Nesta can tell by how close they’re standing that Cassian’s other Illyrian skills are kicking into overdrive.

He takes a great breath, adjusting his stance and likely certain other parts beneath his pants, but releases his hold on her. “Alright, Ness. We go again.”

They do. And with the wind in her hair and the sun on her skin, it is heaven.

Cassian insists they limit themselves to ten more minutes only.

So naturally, Nesta flies for twenty.

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