#(( a short starter i said ))

[sparrowlucero]

this is the iconic dinosaur horror jurassic park wishes it was

[kodapi]

         [✎] to [ @tenebriism ]

     ‹ Another episode — this time a bit more stubborn. An emotional break despite all his work to restrain those feelings, and it nearly consumed his campsite. Lavender and cyan flames had danced upon the lake's edge as it fed upon the lush foliage, unwilling to heed their source for a time as they continued to feast. The rising panic only spurred the flames onward until finally they were subdued and hushed into nothingness again, leaving a young man to stand in the wake of the now-blackened grass with a shaky exhale to mark the release of tension from his muscles. Weary legs would then carry him back towards a cliffside where he would find himself sat upon a small metal pot that served as his makeshift chair, long retired from its days as cookware. ›

     ‹ It had been a few months since he first arrived; a small campsite had been set up within a small crevice offered by the cliffside, the lake and various fruit-bearing bushes nearby all he needed for nourishment and self-care. It would become his new home, long having escaped from Promepolis in the wake of inheriting the accursed flames that tormented him earlier. With that sudden pyre that had just broken forth and was barely contained however, perhaps it would not be his home for long. He would have to consult his map and find a new spot — further away now, further isolated, for if even a single witness had seen the leaping arcs of the unique fire, it was only a matter of time until the uncaring barreled through for him. ›

    ❝ It may need to be further north... ❞ �� came his exhausted murmur as he glided his index finger across an old, well-loved folding paper map. It was littered with written notes, marked with key information over his time away from civilization › ❝ Still good conditions, and further away from other cities... ❞

     ‹ By this point, a few hours had passed since the literal flare up, and though he was anxious, the time that had passed had ironically caused a bout of tunnel-vision; any approaching would have the chance to gain the upper hand, at least until they made more obvious or loud noises. ›

[narumakiii]

@hatredcurse

TRACE OF USUAL SUNSHINE GONE , A CERTAIN TENSENESS IN HUES ; the blonde turned to look at raven haired, contemplating how to ask this one burning question he's had ever since sasuke had left. there has never been a time to ask before. it was now or never. ❛    ne , sasuke did you get your answers ? ❜

[lydiarosewood]

@lavrences ♥︎

The silence of the carriage ride is a pleasant change from the chaos that had flooded the Rosewood family home from sunrise that morning, and her brother's company is always warmly welcomed. "What do you suppose the Queen is like, Laurie?" She thinks it must be the first time she has spoken aloud that entire morning; certainly, all she had done was hum along to herself as she was poked and prodded and preened at, seemingly unbothered by the small army of maids all striving to get her dressed for her debut.

A round dress of fine muslin over white sarsnet; broad lace let in down the front and round the bottom, though trimmed quite plainly with a quilling of lace. Pearls are dotted throughout the mass of curls piled upon her head, a far simpler alternative to the little tiaras and bandeaus that her mother near-insisted upon to complete the ensemble. But there is only so much ostentation that Lydia feels willing to bear, and they would have all been a step too far.

She has her critiques of the practice and the ceremony, naturally; the consequences of a society which places an importance such as securing a family dynasty (be it pre-existing or a future one) on the shoulders of its young ladies are not to be sneered at, and she is acutely aware of the fortune that she possesses going in to this season, both literally and figuratively.

More than nerves, or anxiety, or stress—all of which she is feeling—Liddie finds herself flooded with a strange sense of excitement. This will provide her with some great writing material, after all, even if she is going to have to be careful about what she writes. "Will she be quite frightful?"

[autopsytableromance]

I hate being friends with psych majors who. Apparently have never had a bad experience in therapy bc it means they have never even once considered that therapy might be bad or there might be problems in the psychiatric field at large. Tell me why I was talking to someone about the ways that ODD is like. Extremely racially biased in its diagnosis and typically is either 1 the child acting out bc they are facing some kind of trauma at home or or 2 literally just a black child with adhd and she said “see this is why I love your generation (she’s. Literally 4 years older than me) you guys do so much research on things i never even would have thought of” girl! What do you mean you never thought of it. This isn’t even as a radical of a take as other ones I have within psych like there are many people who mostly believe in the psychiatric system and still say “yeah I don’t diagnose kids with conduct or impulse disorders bc of the way that it can like. Ruin their life” bc it CAN and DOES. Like yes recommend therapy if you feel it would help but. Putting this kid doesn’t trust or listen to authority in there medical files demonstrably makes it less likely for medical professionals (in psych and non psych fields) to listen to their symptoms and help them. It also makes it much easier for those same professionals to force them to undergo treatments they might otherwise not want as them not wanting to do it literally seen as a reason they need it. Anyway that same girl has to explained that even if the cast says she’s bad jk Rowling does definitely still profit off of Harry Potter merch and why the two trans ppl she was with did not want anything to do with it.

[exquisitexagony]

//@miidnighters

The pungent stench of blood. Irony. Warm. Fresh. It filled the air, filled Arthur's lungs as he tore into fresh meat, gnawing on bone. The process of eating someone was such an intimate affair and there was a part of him that got such a kick out of it it was almost like a drug. It was exhausting, though, the war that went on in the back of his mind while he fed. How much longer could he go on like this? Why couldn't he stop?

Licking xyr lips, the blood from xyr hands, from the body's face, xe found xemselves laying down, the body tangled up in xyr arms. A slight hitch of breath, panting from the effort it had taken to take the other down. They had been a fighter, which was why now they were already mostly dead and certainly not conscience. With all the blood loss by now, too, they were already fading. The meat wouldn't be fresh for much longer, Arthur assumed. Finish what he could and then...Get out. Sinking back into the bathtub where he had done the deed, he clawed his fingernails into the body's shoulder, feeling every muscle in his own blood-stained body tense.

Silence fell in that now-abandoned bathroom, the steady drip of a leaky faucet the only sound echoing through the old shack posted in the middle of nowhere. He swallowed hard, eyelids growing heavy the longer he laid there, taking it all in. Salty tears pricked his eyes, one dripping slowly down his cheek and mixing with blood. His tongue moved to lick it away as it slid down toward the corner of his mouth, but-- Wait. His own blood? He tried to lift his head, only to be hit with a massive wave of dizziness that sent his vision reeling.

"Oh fuck..." The words were a barely breathed whisper, head sinking to rest against the head of the body in his arms. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, groaning. His head was bleeding, that much was obvious, but now that he had realized that he started to notice the sticky, wet pain in his side as well...It had all happened so fast he hardly even remembered getting hurt.

The sound of a door creaking open startles him, breath catching in the back of his throat. Nobody else was supposed to be here...He had done his research before coming here. It was the perfect target. So why did he hear footsteps approaching the blood-soaked bathroom?

[mens-reas]

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[delicatlueur]

                    julien   has   this   …       claim   …       over   camille   .       and   it’s   wrong   .       god   ,   it’s   all   sorts   of   wrong   .       but   he   charmed   her   away   from   her   ex   once   ,   didn’t   he   ?       so   why   wouldn’t   he   think   he   could   do   it   again   ?       “   so   ,   i   hear   darius   has   emerged   from   his   …       comment   dit - on   ?       ah   ,   yes   ,   hiding   place   ,   ”       mumbles   ,   lips   ghosting   her   neck   ,   barely   touching   ,   breath   warm   on   her   skin   .       he’s   so   damn   confident   ,   so   very   sure   ,   as   fingers   tilt   her   chin   up   ,   up   to   meet   his   gaze   .       “   to   that   ,   i   propose   a   night   out   .       just   you   and   i   .       oh   ,   and   a   horde   of   paparazzi   ,   of   course   .       think   of   the   message   that’ll   send   ,   hmm   ?       it’ll   paint   such   a   vivid   picture   of   where   your   loyalties   truly   lie   .   ”       //       @salvateure

[flamesofrebirths]

Being reunited with Clive has felt like an impossible dream for so many years. And they are finally together again now. The sons of fire. And the best feeling of all of it is that it feels like nothing has changed. Clive is not angry at him. They are both relieved. Maybe they will never get these years back, but hopefully they will have much more years together and won't part for long again.

Joshua knows Clive worries about him because he overworked himself during that fight against Bahamut, but he doesn't mind. He was raised to be this way. He has to be useful, always, and now the most important thing is to be useful to Clive's mission and to work at his side with Jill and Torgal.

"I will be fine, Brother. I assure you that you can trust me," he says, gently patting the other's shoulder as a warm smile crosses his lips. How many years has it been since he smiles like this ? It was probably in Rosalith. "I will fight by your side. I... So many things I learned in the past years were to make sure I could help you someday." He then looks around for a short moment. "This place, though, the Hideaway... this is incredible."

@adureus ❤'d !

[savingthrcw]

@cornerhaunt closed starter from Neria to Alistair

After Ostagar, Neria had gone to her preferred method of copying, which was moving past it, at least on the outside, and had carried the conversations in a relatively nonchalant way, her mind still reeling from everything that had happened. But after finally reaching Lothering she had internally lost it at the sight of what it was like to live outside of the Circle tower, and all of her enthusiasm had come out in waves: merchants and inns and people everywhere with their little requests and troubles and lives. She had recruited the weird woman who claimed the Maker had sent her, rescued the Qunari, helped the two dwarven merchants - immediately befriending Sandal - and now at camp she was still exploding with energy, checking everything she had bought, between supplies and souvenirs, and for once probably talking Alistair's ear off.

"How do I look?" she asked Alistair, showing him the hat she had bought and beaming, "Don't answer, I already know it's ridiculous. I still think we should have stayed near the river-yeah, I know, giant spiders, but it was so pretty! And the food at the tavern was so great--oh, hold on..." she glanced at Morrigan, but she was busy bickering with Leliana while Sten was seemingly speaking to Dog, and Neria took the sweets she had bought from Bodhan out of her satchel, "For you. To celebrate a good day." Oh, but she loved being outside. Free.

[epic-and-kitty]

love having a super short and petite character and constantly wondering if I made her look like a child despite being a full ass adult

[garciapimienta]

Hiiii! I just wanted to ask, since you seem very knowledgeable about this things🧐, what’s our best option for DM next season/ this transfer window? I know we have some La Masia kids( gosh saying that sounds weird when I’m also just 18😭) that are really good and I think you mentioned Federico Redondo at some point but I would like to hear you thoughts at this point in time. I’m not saying I don’t like what the club is doing this transfer window because they are doing a great job but the missing DM player on the team is really making me worried. Anyway, thanks for answering this when you find the time and much love for you and your spectacular blog❤️❤️❤️

First of all thank you, you are so nice!

In regards to the DM question, I'm not even sure myself to be honest, and I am really worried too. In my opinion the best solution, and by miles, was Declan Rice. I know he wasn't exactly affordable but I think the club should've at least attempted to get him and I also think he was worth shelling out a little even if it meant we couldn't afford as many other players. But of course, I understood that with the financial situation, it maybe wasn't doable.

The second option for me, and the more realistic one (well, kinda) was Zubimendi. I personally think he's great and would suit the team so well and he's also ready for the club (not as in 'he's top level already, he doesn't need to learn anything more' but just that he's ready even though ofc he'll continue growing and developing and getting better). That said, Zubi is as loyal as they come, so there's really not much the club could do, he wasn't going to come this season.

Now that both of them are out of the question, I think Oriol Romeu, which seems like the most likely one now, is fine-ish??? He's not a player I absolutely love or someone I think has the general level to be a player for us, but it's also true that there's not much out there that isn't a) very young, or b) not for sale/out of our league in terms of what the club could pay. So basically it seems that we'll have to settle for someone, which I hate because I think the club should've prepared for Busi's retirement much better and has had years to do so.

So yeah, to summarize because I got carried away, I think maybe the best option for now is to settle for someone reliable and temporary like Oriol Romeu and also sign a young developmental pivot for the future (my preferences: Mats Wieffer (highly recommend checking him out, he's really good and has an incredible potential too), Redondo or Vermeeren), while still continuing to develop the Masia prospects who are looking better suited for the position and with a lot of potential (Pau Prim and Marc Casado being the most obvious and most talked about ones, but there are others with high quality and a lot of potential too, like Gerard Hernańdez).

I've just realized I have not mentioned Nico (González) at all in this reply and tbh I 'm actually on team "Xavi should give him a chance" even though I've always said that I've never been fully convinced on wether he can play in that role in the way I would want him too. It's just that considering that there are no better options and Nico is a player that's already in your squad and who has shown a lot of potential and has a lot of talent and resources (even for an interior, which I know we don't need but if he doesn't work out as pivot you could still benefit from using him for rotations every once in a while for one season before selling him/loaning him out again), I think we should give it another try. But if Xavi doesn't like him/isn't willing to do it, then there isn't much to do, seeing as to how he's the coach...

[kurthorton-moving]

open.

he doesn’t know how late it is, doesn’t know how long he’s been gone. all he knows is that it’s dark, it’s cold, and he’s terrified. he stumbles through the street, dripping blood along the pavement as he slowly moves. he doesn’t even know how hurt he is, not really. he’s pretty beaten up, he’s limping, his leg hurts, but some part of him is falling back into his usual processes — if he can walk, he can’t really be that hurt, can he? what he’s doing is only just enough to really be classed as walking, but the idea still stands. he wasn’t trying to walk anywhere in particular, at least not consciously, but he soon finds himself at a familiar door, a weak attempt at getting attention as his palm hits the door, leaning against it to keep himself upright. it’s only now hitting him how tired he is, how desperately he craves to just drop to the ground and go to sleep. he can’t imagine that’s a good thing.

he makes another few attempts at pounding on the door, well aware that it’s the middle of the night, some part of him trying not to wake the neighbours. “hey!” his voice is hoarse, clearly pained. he’d done a lot of screaming in the time he’d been gone, sometimes screaming for help, sometimes just having no other way to process the pain. neither did any good, not really. all it did was leave him with a dry and scratchy throat, a constant feeling of strain. “please—” whispered, practically croaked. it becomes clear just how heavily he’d been leaning on the door when it opens, body following the moving door as it moves too fast for him to keep up, quick to drop to the floor. he makes a weak attempt at catching himself with his hands, though in truth he’s already hurting enough that hitting the ground hard isn’t too horrible of a thing to deal with.

[riwrite]

HIM ☝️ !!!!!!!!

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

@biblicallyaccuratemcu liked for a starter with Liam

It had started with a threatening note. A vague note tied around a brick and thrown through the window of the gallery he was setting up in. Liam tossed the note, silently challenging his harasser with thinking it would not continue. Just someone trying to be bold. Though on his way home, he swore someone was following him on the subway. A shadow almost constantly in the corner in his eye, instantly making him decide he would be taking a cab or ride share from now on.

The next morning he received the call from the gallery owner that someone had broke in and destroyed two pieces in his collection before the police responded to the alarm. While a threat of harm to him hadn't been blatantly made, the officers did suggest the escalation would continue, especially since he had been followed he day before.

"You're James Barnes?" Liam walked out from the back of the gallery, having tried to salvage what he could of the paintings. He had to make a few calls to finally get someone who knew a bodyguard and then several more calls to get a hold of him. "Liam Mansel. I can't thank you enough for coming on such short notice. The cops were here earlier and warned me about this guy escalating more but weren't willing to do anything besides telling me to call them if something happened."

[spidersins]

❛ so, when am i gonna get ya film you doin' scare-eoke? 'cause i'm waiting. ❜