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but he’s a hero, you know. the strong kind, the hold-up-the-sky kind, the too-good-for-this-world kind. he’s a hero, and he doesn’t deserve this. 

because he is kind, too-good-for-this-world kind, and i think that’s what makes him a hero. his heart is too big, and he carries it in his hands and i think it’s as heavy as the sky anyway and even if atlas was never a hero, he is. 

and he’s a hero, and he doesn’t deserve this, but we all know how this story ends and even if you rip out the last page it doesn’t stop the story from ending. 

he’s a hero, he is, and one day it’s going to kill him. because his heart is too big, and he carries it in his hands, and no one can hold up the sky forever.

— heroes are only heroes until it takes its toll // p.s.

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disgustingly cute domestic scenes to imagine your otp in:

getting slightly too drunk in the middle of the afternoon and slow dancing to dumb cheesy old music and kissing in a way that’s more laughter than actual kissing, mouths clumsy and hands gripping tight and sunlight slanting over them as they move lazily together 

curling up on the sofa together, feet tucked under thighs and arms around shoulders, watch the kind of crap tv that only airs at 3am because they don’t want to go to untangle themselves to go to bed

hectic mornings when they each need to be somewhere and they’re rushing around each other, ducking into bathrooms and bedrooms and kitchen cupboards, pausing to straighten tops and press kisses to cheeks

going through old photos together and collapsing into laughter every three pictures, and zooming in on ones where they’re pulling awful faces or ones that were taken at just the wrong moment

getting ready for nights out together, standing shoulder to shoulder as they brush their teeth or get their faces ready or style their hair, knocking elbows and hips as they try and hog more space

standing quietly together in the kitchen after long, exhausting days, leaning into each other for support, breathing in the smell of home, fingers carding through hair and stroking down spines, until they feel like they can relax and smile properly again

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CALLAHAN:

“Not old enough for you to not murder in order to take his position? Understood, and respect to ya’, it’s a dog eat dog world.” He wasn’t really sure why he was still there, he felt like he had a million things to do and they were all looming over him like a black cloud. “See, that’s the fun thing about journalism, the constant battle between objective narrative and the factual evidence. Truthfully, I think you miss a lot of the story both ways, so, lose-lose either way.” Even the smallest details had catastrophic consequences for Callahan, were the candidates nails too red that they were distracting? Too dark and reminded people of blood? These small things mattered. “Yea, I suppose you would know all about the degrees of a couple campaign managers, huh?” He said with a smirk, alluding to  a certain meeting they may have had.

“ i mean, it’s much easier to murder an old guy. who’s going to look into that ? i could just scare him real good and boom, heart attack. no culpability on my part. except on my SOUL, i guess. “ she knew he wouldn’t relate to that soul part, she was skeptical he even had one. she shrugged, “ or a win-win. all about you spin things, you know that. there’s no way to know everything. i don’t think you even know as much as you convince yourself you do. “ she raised an eyebrow at him, always loving to make him question himself even if for a split second. she cleared her throat, “ like the back of my hand. your smirk is going to get you in trouble one of these days. bold of me to assume it hasn’t yet. “ 

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JETT:

He let out a small laugh at the ‘My Girl’ reference, knowing fully she didn’t even know how accurate that comparison was. With a sigh he ordered another round of shots for the two, at this point it was just to have something else to preoccupy his mind. “Fiending for control, I think that’s why so many people are so afraid of it too. They, usually of course, don’t get control of it. It’s also just letting go of complete control and just…heaven, or hell or rebirth, or nothing, or something.” The bartender came over just in time to save his thoughts from wandering anymore than they already have. Jett picked up his glass and toasted to her. “To death or whatever,” he said before he tilted his head back, taking it.  Shaking his head, he let the alcohol wash through him like sageing a house.  “I winder how much water it would take to give a galaxy a bath, probably so fucking much. More than there is on earth, surely. That’s crazy. We’re so small. And hey, nothing wrong with wanting to learn just don’t fuck your teacher, that’s bad and if he tries anything with you, call the police or something.” 

“ now sergeant tummy ache is getting fun, i knew you had it in you, “ she jokingly shoved his arm, tilting the shot glass into her mouth. she wondered if they’d ever met without alcohol; how many bonds would have fell through the cracks without the presence of liquid courage. she nodded, “ complete CONTROL isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. “ she sucked in her lip for a moment as the tequila tugged on her truth box, “ my mom is really bad with money, right ? my dad died a while back, and ever since, she’s just been burning through the insurance. now it’s all dried up and i have to fix it. all on me. i have sell things, heirlooms, it sucks. but, it’s complete control. that’s what control really is; just making shitty decisions until you die. sometimes i’d rather just have someone make all my decisions for me. i know i don’t really mean that, but it seems like easier sometimes. “ she cleared her throat, not loving that her drunk mind had divulged that detail. she ran a hand through her hair, “ we wouldn’t be able to fathom how much bath water. sometimes i get sad and just look at a size comparison between us and the sun. like, why am i crying over some guy when we are just fuckin’ dust ? nothing matters. yet it all matters. stupid. “ she shook her head, the alcohol making her sound a bit less eloquent, “ those teacher fantasies are never as hot as they are in porns. usually in a cramped office with bad overhead lighting. gross. “ 

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WILLOW:

♡ “It is selfish! It’s selfish of you to assume what you think is good for me.” Her chest heaved up and down with heavy breaths. This felt so stupid; she felt so stupid. She wasn’t with Evie for the long term, or because she believed she was somehow the one. But because how she felt when she was around her, who she was. “I’m .. I’m done.” The female grabbed her purse, standing herself from the couch. There was so much more to say, but not enough tears to go with it.  She’d have to come back for her things later. Her clothes, that smelled like her bed; cds that they had shared, jewelry she watched her put on. How did you say goodbye in this situation? Sure, she had had breakups before–– but never with someone she had rooted herself so into. Willow supposed that was her fault. She wiped the tears before she turned, someplace that felt like home was now nothing but dust.

evie knew it was wrong to want to follow her. how could you SHATTER someone like that then run after them ? for a moment, her guilt had her glued to her seat. she’s better without you, let her go; echoed the voices in her head. but, after a few beats of silence, she sped up to catch her, “ please, we can’t end this way. what we had was so fuckin’ beautiful. we can’t just let it rot away. i know it seems selfish as fuck, and maybe it is, but i just want the best for you, lo, that’s all. “ she ran a finger down the side of her cheek, feeling her face grow red with emotion as she looked into her eyes for the first time that night, “ i’m sorry. i’m sorry this went like this. i wish i could start over. i wish we could start over, in some other universe, some other time. maybe it could work there. but, not here. “

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JETT:

“That’s actually pretty fucked, who would have thought Dick Cheney was a bad guy?” He said with a twinge of sarcasm. Jett furrowed a brow at her question, thinking about it deeply. He shrugged his shoulders after a moment, trying to accept that there wasn’t a satisfying answer. “My dad ran a funeral home in our house,” he admitted to her, figuring that helped to explain his interests. “So, the gruesome swirled around me for a long, long time. I feel like learning about this stuff,” he said, gesturing to his notebook. “This stuff helps me feel more in control of it all. The world is crazy, and fucked, but the understanding somehow makes me feel less helpless in a whirlwind of bad.” Death was scary, but it is the one thing every single person can relate to. “They’re going to call me the Regina George of podcasting, my voice being insured for ten thousand dollars”  He propped his head up by his arm, leaning into the table. “I think a galaxy’s bath water would be kinda pretty though, like purple hues. I bet they don’t teach you about that in your classes.” 

she listened closely as he explained his interest in the darker side of things. in a way, she related. being able to grasp even a fraction about what it means to be infinite helped her realize how small everything here was. her, the boy across from her, TRAGEDY, life, love; it was all minuscule compared to the cosmos. it was comforting and scary at the same time; but like he said, understanding that makes it feel less heavy. she nodded, “ a funeral home huh ? you’re like the little girl from “my girl” except little tummy ache boy version. “ she fiddled with her shot glass, “ that makes a lot of sense though, y’know, what you said. i feel like we’re all fiending for a little bit of control. “ she tilted her head as she thought, “ yeah, for sure haven’t learned about the hygiene maintenance of any of the galaxies. i’d be happy to ask my professor though, i’m up his ass all the time. not literally though. what do you take me for ? “ she did a bit of a fake gasp, the alcohol loosening her up a bit more. 

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CALLAHAN:

“What, are you going to kill your current boss in the next year and a half?” He said with a smirk. A balancing act, that’s how he would describe himself. Always on the edge enough to let people get comfortable with him but not enough where they actually know him, that was how Washington worked. The cliche is that Los Angeles is fake, but politics was a close second. “Well you see, unless the wall is just a window, you’re missing a good amount of the story. You, as a journalist would want to get your facts right, of course?” Maybe he should ease up on her, she’s had her time and she hasn’t run yet, and that has to be worth something. But, frankly, this was entertainment for him. “Sometimes, you have to give the people what they want. Also, I carry mints, thank you.” 

“ he’s old, but not that old, “ she shrugged. it was hard to know what his motive was. why he put up with her, whether it was all STRATEGIC. frankly, this coffee rendezvous was far from strategy. the game she played with him rarely ever benefited her in the typical way a journalist might benefit from one on one with a campaign manager. yet, if asked, she’d of course say it was all part of her larger scheme, her larger narrative, the bigger story. but, in reality, the days were long and it was nice to banter over someone’s coffee breath. she rested her chin on her hand, “ of course. but, a great journalist only needs half the story. we’re web weavers. we can take something small and craft something intricate. hell, if we only went off what we were given, who knows where the world would be ? it’s about expanding upon it. “ she chuckled, “ a good choice, nothing like a hot breathed campaign manager. we have far too many of those in these town. “ 

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mccallofxduty‌:

HI HELLO MINI PSA: please know that whether you reply in an hour or in a week or even in a month and then some every time you keep one of our threads going it makes me smile. thank you for putting a little bit of your time and energy into writing with me. it’s honestly such a pleasure to rp with you.

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WILLOW:

♡ “I don’t believe you.” At least, she didn’t want to believe it. Everything they had worked on together, the long talks, discussions, appreciation– for what? “If you were never in it . . then why did you-” she couldn’t finish her sentence. She felt her throat twist in on itself, making it unbearable to speak. Tears clouded her vision and Willow could feel her body caving in. “You know, how could you be so selfish?” The pent up frustration was no longer concealable. Seldom tears turned into those of confusion, trying to make something out of this. Where did this leave her? Any harder than it already is. A small ‘hmph’ left her chest in disbelief. “If you want to call anyone a fool I suggest you take a hard look in the mirror.”

it was supposed to go so differently in her mind. it was supposed to be easy, less emotion. they were going to split amicably, say their goodbyes, and appreciate the time spent together fondly. but, now she felt like they were DROWNING in a burning mess of hurt; hurt that she had tumbled onto willow. she’d never been good at navigating her own emotions, let alone be responsible to handle someone else’s, “ it’s not selfish, lo, i want the best for you to too, you have to believe that. “ she shook her head, “ i’m never going to be good for you, never going to be the one. i mean, look at us now, “ she scoffed, throwing up her hands, “ i tear shit up wherever i go. “ she paused, and in a rare moment of vulnerability, she muttered, “ i don’t want to tear you up too. “ it seemed ironic, but the way she measured was this hurt was less than the hurt evie would cause her in the future. 

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BENJI:

BENJI: proud of you BENJI: because i’m always right and you should listen to me all the time but you don’t BENJI: but at least you finally saw the light BENJI: i’m still gonna kick his ass though

JAY: hell yea i got the coveted benj stamp of approval  JAY: always? i duNNO ABOUT THAT if i listened all the time it’d be a lot less fun  JAY: i really finally came out of the cave, now i see daylight like that one t swift song  JAY: eh he’s not even worth the sore knuckles let’s be real.

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SIERRA:

SIERRA: aw shucks, u flatter me. SIERRA: have u met me? my mind LIVES in the gutter. SIERRA: heard there might be a party going on. SIERRA: i’m still deciding on a costume. :(

JAY: i gotta gas you up, it’s my lifelong duty  JAY: you’re absolutely right, it’s like ur superpower  JAY: ooOOOOO anywhere with alcohol, i’m there  JAY: i’ve had my costume ready since january i hate myself 

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me all day everyday: softer voices please