#Dont Move Dont Breathe

[dancing-with-fate]

Start from the Beginning

You hold your breath, hoping to not make any sound to alert the intruder. And you listen, desperately searching for where they may be.

Footsteps..

They're moving, very slowly, as if trying to avoid any loose floorboards.

Your heart is hammering in your chest, a rising panic of fear and dread of what may be to come. You can't breathe, you've been holding it in for too long. It'll be okay, it'll be okay to let it out.

Oh god, it came out too loud. They heard.

They stopped moving and you can feel their stare towards the couch. They know you're there.

"pssst... Raven that you?"

Clint. It was Clint this entire time.

The fear in your veins cools, leaving behind an anger towards Clint. You quickly sit up, whipping around to glare at Clint. Who just stands there, grinning sheepishly as though nothing was wrong.

[ 1 ] "Clint..."

[ 2 ] Disgruntled Stare

[ 3 ] "What the hell are you doing"

[raining-at-ease]

[arthursfuckinghat]

Arthur looking for flowers <3 (he just fell down a cliff and refused to get up off his hands and knees for a solid 5 minutes afterwards and I feel terrible about it)

[casualavocados]

You said you would always look at me.

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 9

[gods-perfect-idiots]

❤️💛

[narcissusbrokenmirror]

Now or Never foreshadowing the boys' death will never be unfunny to me. its like a curse they cast to themselves.

[grimalditeuthis]

assembled a collage to illustrate my experience listening to wolf 359 episode 41 "memoria"

[thebirdandhersong]

Lol

[red-eft]

the fact that i immediately landed an awesome job right out from graduation but then got covid in august and now my brain doesn't work right and i might lose my job because of it . there's a funny joke in here somewhere maybe

[skunkes]

not an ask, but I saw ur post and relate a lot to it.

anticipatory grief sucks. people will tell you not to think about it, not to let it steal from today, but some days are just so hard. sometimes it feels unavoidable, like it’s some goliath mountain in the distance or even the sky and you can’t not look at it. it’s like you have to keep trying to distract yourself not to think about it, and it’s exhausting, and you’re so fucking scared of the inevitable.

like how does anyone even function? the idea of the world continuing to spin when there’s this terrible, horrible thing that will happen some day is unfathomable but it does, and it’s horrible. Some day will mark the before and the after. nobody can ever be ready for it.

I hope the love you have keeps you strong. wishing you the best.

this is literally it. i know thinking about it Now wont make the actual day it happens any easier. but it's impossible to not think about it, especially since there's no tangible way to preserve memories or feelings or the like forever. i cry easily and get emotional over most anything and everything, which is another layer of difficulty wrt it because I spiral. I want to squeeze out of my body. im not meant for any of it

[quietwingsinthesky]

thinks about the master & the doctor cuddling thinks about them cuddling thinks about them cuddling thinks about them cuddlign thinks-

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[oceanwithouthermoon]

i rlly wish i could mute blogs without blocking cuz i dont want anyone to be mad at me but GOD some peoples takes just piss me off so unbelievably badly

[artemisbarnowl]

If I had a nickel for every time my dad and to go to hospital for: choking on a piece of meat during a post golf meal

I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot yadda yadda but damn dude how do you get a piece of steak crammed that far down in your oesophagus??

[quailxcrossing]

silly human AU to keep my spirits high.....they are playing Just Dance 4

"rock n roll will take you to the mountain" is my favorite song, i used to play this game at my cousin's house, so at home i would watch rock n' roll on youtube and follow along in my bedroom

[s0fter-sin]

this is a bit of a what if scenario if soap and ghost met before the practice studio and the rest can be found on ao3!

before they ever try and workshop a routine, before their first dance, before johnny ever meets simon, price tells - orders - ghost to sit in on one of gaz’s classes.

“learn his style; see if yours meshes anywhere,” he says, wrist deep in an exploded camera and ignoring ghost’s stink eye from over in the corner. he’s gotten used to it after all these years.

he’ll have to pull out something new after this if price’s decided to sink to this level of petty.

and it is pettiness, no mistake; clearly he’s poked him too much about his boy recently.

“i’ve already seen ‘is style,” he dismisses with a disgusted scoff that’s only half put on. flashy, meaningless; the personification of viral with half the sincerity. it’s a laugh that garrick accuses him of stealing routines as if half his moves aren’t prepackaged and recycled from every plastic clout chaser before him.

“videos don’t live up to an in-person demonstration; you know that,” price chides and ghost rolls his eyes. “i’ve got a client making noises about choreography and if i can’t talk ‘em out of it, you’ll have to learn how to be in the same room without bein’ at each other’s throats.”

“they want a joint routine?” ghost demands, already going tense at just the idea of it.

“they want the best of the best,” price counters. “and unfortunately, that’s you two.”

he pulls out a part, friction-shiny and jagged where it’s rubbed against another piece, and flicks it over his shoulder to be lost in the mess of the garage. “you know, that breakdancer i showed you ‘ill probably be there.”

he raises an eyebrow but ghost doesn’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction. wily old man…

he asks about one dancer once and suddenly he’s all price wants to bloody talk about. it was professional interest; just looking into a style out of his wheelhouse and obviously it made sense to look at recent competition winners.

nothing more.

“i’m not asking you to join in,” price finally allows, pulling out a file and tapping off old shavings on the edge of the toolbox. “just watch. live up to that name of yours.”

“i got better things to do than haunt your little protégé,” he scoffs, chafing at the thought of wasting any more time on kyle garrick than he already has.

“and yet here you are, sniffin’ up my ass,” he shoots back wryly and ghost shoves off the wall; ignoring his snickers.

“play nice,” price adds but he’s already out the door.

if he asks later, he can just say he didn’t hear him.