#adoredlife

[cachazo]

“Wake up, please. Please fucking wake up.”

not accepting.

     Why is it that every time when Roman’s roused in such a forceful way, he’s always nose-deep in one of the most calming dreams of his life? The feeling of something akin to a missed connection is starting to become his morning routine & not only is his mouth drier than the Sahara, his ears seem to be ringing as he comes to. “ ...what the fuck is so important that you can’t let a sleeping man.. sleep. ”

[psychoatrist-blog]

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“I completely understand you, we are that similar.”

[coalessscence]

There are SOME things that, if you asked Jennifer’s friends, they would likely say she would never do. They know her too well, they would say- AFTER all, they see her every single day, and she herself refers to those at the station as her family. No, they know almost EVERYTHING about Jennifer Marlowe, they would reckon.

And, they might be RIGHT. Perhaps they do know ALMOST everything- but almost is not the same as ALL.

This is how it came to be that Jennifer is delivering a very LARGE truck full of goods to a women’s shelter, and she has told no one of the deed- no one in her ‘FAMILY’ at the station, anyway. She hasn’t even told the ADMIRAL. It’s her secret. It’s her attempt to help the world a little bit this holiday season. For many of these women, it is their first REAL Christmas away from whatever horrors they are running from, and Jennifer knows she has ALWAYS had it good. The least she can do is ATTEMPT to make up for that difference. It isn’t as if she hasn’t got the money, or as if the men she’s met throughout her life HAVEN’T sent her thousands of dollars worth of gifts that she hardly needs, just as they do every year. You can only have so many TVs in one room, after all. And TOASTERS? She could build a high-rise out of them. No, these things are all BETTER used here.

After arranging the delivery and seeing to the MOVING crew she’d hired, assuring they would unload to truck properly, instead of forcing STAFF and volunteers to do so, she begins to wander through the shelter with an armload of Christmas flower arrangements- ANOTHER thing she receives in spades every year. Christmas is Jennifer’s favorite thing in the world, and has meant so much to her, ever since she was a LITTLE GIRL. Her apartment, though spacious and glamorous, can only hold so MANY bouquets. So, she passes them out amongst the ladies at the shelter, hoping to bring them some CHEER of the season.

As she gets down to the last bunch, she PAUSES before a woman who is alone in her space, a cot and a bag of her items nearby. Jennifer approaches slowly, trying not to INVADE her privacy, but feeling drawn to her nonetheless.

                    ❝Hello- and MERRY Christmas,❞

The blonde begins, after she has given the flowers, painfully AWARE of her perfect hair and expensive fur coat, and hoping this doesn’t all seem CONDESCENDING. That was certainly never her intention.

She hesitates nearby, knowing she should PROBABLY make her greetings, offer her cheer and hugs, if they are accepted, and move on- but she isn’t quite READY to. Instead, she hovers nearby, clasping her HANDS before her in an incredibly uncharacteristic show of her uncertainty.

                   ❝I- hope this season has been KIND to you                     this year. My name is Jennifer Marlowe-                     it’s NICE to meet you.❞

She holds out a HAND in greeting, and then glances behind her at the bed, before turning back to the young woman. 

                 ❝Would you like to sit DOWN and chat for a moment?                   I could PERHAPS get us some hot chocolate.❞

She blushes, in a way that is VERY out of character, hastening to add,

                 ❝That is, if you’d LIKE, of course. I know we don’t KNOW                   one another- I was just thinking that it’s nice to make friends                   during the HOLIDAY season.❞

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[tiltedhalos-a]

‘ when i’m with you , i don’t hate myself . ’ (deano pls)

     prompt.   i’ve forgotten tbh .

          dean would give anything to say the same ,  that he doesn’t hate himself ,  but there’s not amount of forgiveness and love in this world that could change his mind about that.  the words do want to jump out ,  just so stuck in the black tar drowning his lungs.   instead he reaches out and pulls jane close ,  holds onto her like she’s a lifeline ,  and hopes that’s louder than words.   he mumbles something soft ,  something like you’re beautiful (  you’re my light ,  jane  ).      /     @adoredlife

[intolerablexsacrifice]

❄ - Staying close to them to keep warm

AFFECTION MEME. (accepting!)

Unfortunately, sticking close to the captain won’t do her much good; they’re both drenched, rain hammering down on them, and while Flint had given her his heavy coat when the rain began (and a scarf to wrap around her face and head like himself, for other reasons), it’s not enough. He can feel her clinging to his back as they ride through the night, Flint’s black horse carrying them both to the interior of the island.

The contrast between the coast and the interior is striking; even in the night, the streets near the beach always have a few people lurking around, drunk or simply unable to sleep. But here amongst the farmlands of the interior, not another soul seems alive. There are animals, certainly- but it’s far quieter here, far more remote. The blackness of the night seems to close in around them.

Before too long, Flint slows the horse to a stop outside a small cottage- familiar to him, but not to Jane. He dismounts, carefully helps the girl do the same, and in a voice far more subdued than she might ever have heard from him, says: “You’ll be safe here for the night. Mrs. Barlow is a friend.” 

Whether or not Jane has heard the rumours of Mrs. Barlow being a witch who controls Flint’s every move, he doesn’t know. It doesn’t much matter.

Flint removes the soaked scarf from around his head, and nods at Jane to do the same--though she can keep the coat for now, for all the good it’ll do her--before they approach the door. He knocks very softly, glancing around the area while they wait, hearing noises from within the very dimly-lit cottage. At least she’s awake. 

“I suggest you allow me to do the explaining.”

[fortunefavours-a]

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“How are you settling in, Jane? I feel like I haven’t had a chance to check in with you.”

[warashes]

❝ I can’t believe you’re alive! I saw you die. I mourned you. I cried for you. ❞

                  he remembers her face, her voice -- eyebrows come together for a second, & confusion lights up his face for a moment. huffs out a breath in annoyance. ❝ i was dead. ❞  ( I AM DEAD.)   her name, bucky. her name. REMEMBER IT.  nearly skittish, he glances up at her, then glances away.   ❝ i know you.❞  --- sorry, that’s not right -- ❝ i knew you. ❞ he corrects.   stares at the ground, eyes wide with the effort of remembering.    she cried for him?   he finds that hard to believe.  him?   ❝ i’m sorry. ❞   he doesn’t know what else to say. 

[badassteller]

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“you knew who my family was when things got serious between us.” jason said with a stiff face and controlled voice. he wasn’t having this argument because there was nothing to discuss. “don’t act like the innocent good girl and pretend you didn’t know anything.” the male turned to the mirror again as he did his tie. always well dressed for whatever he had to do. it hadn’t been easy for him to step up and be the boss of the family, but his father was getting old. when he was younger he didn’t have much to do with that part of the family, but he had to grow up and face his responsibilities. 

[fatetempted-a]

                        there was   nothing   that went on in the hotel cortez that the countess wasn’t aware of. she was a deceptively delightful and curious creature with a maternal instinct like no other. that was one of the flaws in her life; she’d never had a child of her own except bartholomew, and   no one   could ever witness his presence due to the judgmental world around them. so as she sat in the blue parrot lounge, liz taylor her only company, she began to sense a sadness looming overhead but it   wasn’t hers  . in fact, elizabeth was feeling quite generous with a lightened mood that day. her conversation on–going with liz was halted as sharpened acrylic nails tapped the bar top and her attention turned to the lower level of the cortez where a young woman entered. it was   her sadness   that the countess felt.

                        “   hold that thought, dear,   ”   a single finger raised told liz taylor their conversation would need to wait. a rather luxurious flowing gown with a train to it trailed behind her as she headed down the stairs into the lobby where the young woman looked   completely lost   in what she was doing. iris stood at the desk and as long as elizabeth had known iris, she was bound to get a bit brazen with the young woman. elizabeth was not about to let that happen. the woman who had been on this earth for   one hundred fourteen years   met the much, much younger female at the front desk.

                        “   you look a bit lost, darling. you’re running from something, aren’t you?   ”   a bit of a bold question to start a conversation with, but the countess was   never   one to hold back what she wanted to say.   “   iris, i’ve got this one...   ”   she motioned for iris to shoo before giving a soft smile at the young lady she sensed   needed   a bit of help from her. elizabeth headed around behind the desk to grab a key for a room before walking with a soft gait back to the girl.   “   you can call me elizabeth... what should i call you?   ”   her voice was smooth like honey as she led her to the elevator.

❪   ♡   ❫   —   @adoredlife​​      //      sc   ⟶   elizabeth + jane   !

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sc / @adoredlife

tommen was enrolled in a private school, courtesy of his parents. he didn’t mind it all that much, it just meant that he didn’t get to interact with what would be considered the normal teenager. he was getting ready for final exams. final exams, and then he could go to college. he would be ready to fly the nest and hopefully get into yale like they all wanted him to. he wanted to report on what was really going on in the world, open peoples eyes and make a difference. he was going to study journalism, and he wanted to be taken seriously. yale would do that for him. so everyday after school he came to a diner that had the best milkshakes in town and studied for every one of his classes. it was where he first saw her, the waitress. always sitting in her section and making polite conversation, though he was always too shy to say more. this time though, he had just found out he aced one of his final papers, and he couldn’t keep the grin from his lips. “you know what ? i’m celebrating !” he spoke, a tinge of a southern accent that his parents had tried so hard to keep from his lips working its way in. “so i will have the ultra deluxe peanut butter and chocolate milkshake, WITH a side order of sweet potato fries if that is alright, miss... jane ?” he asked, finally snagging a glance at her name tag.

[soulpoor-blog1]

chris enters the room preemptively reddened. he’s tucked and untucked his overgrown hair behind his ears about a dozen times in preparation for ( loving! ) judgment. hoping, foolishly, that this is to determine whether or not the evening’s look is green lit by jane.

         ‘ the girls have decided to dress me, ’ he says, lowering a pair of upturned palms slowly from his shoulders to his hips. ‘ unfortunately unaware of the effect of horizontal stripes on... ’ he chooses not to finish, but pressed, he’d say, ‘on a wildly chubby individual.’

         ‘ am i presentable? be honest. ’

@adoredlife,  random.

[singingrass-archive]

“Cold as ass out there, ain’t it? Cold even for Texas.” Job sits hunched over a cup of warm coffee and a half-eaten plate of hash browns and scrambled eggs (despite the hour being sometime around ten thirty at night), both arms resting crossed over the counter, watching the waitress as she goes about her business with his lips tugged sideways in a crooked little smile.

“Thought stickin’ to the south’d make things easier for me ‘til spring,” he’s referring, of course, to the muddy motorcycle he’s come riding on, now parked right in front of the diner, and glances back to it a short moment before turning back to her, “but uh --- guess I was wrong, huh?”

@adoredlife / sc.

[skhism]

         ‘ i don’t trust you’ll be standin’ much longer, ’ she starts, sliding a laminated menu across the tabletop and offering a lopsided twitch of a smile. ‘ if you don’t eat something, honey. ’

@adoredlife,  sc.

[heartsofvalor]

@adoredlife

“Least you only feel like that when I talk. I get that feeling whenever you breathe.”

“Oh, I missed this. Get over here.” 

[stormlit]

( @adoredlife / sc. )

        ❝ that obvious, huh? ❞ some people can just spot a cop a mile off, can’t they? ( not being a cop is irrelevant, in this scenario; jj’s still law enforcement. ) the fbi’s arrival has hardly been a state secret, because it never is, and she’s not exactly hiding what she is. she’s the one who’s made the press conferences, after all. the public face. the point of contact. it’s how jj likes it.  ❝ i really am just here to get some fries and a milkshake. ❞ and scope out the local atmosphere, but there’s no way she’s admitting that.

[ctrliing]

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     “oh wow,” he drawled out and fixed the baseball cap on top of his messy hair. “i can’t thank you enough for letting me stay with you while i’m in town. it means a lot.” hank explains and sets his bags on the ground. because he travels for work all the time sometimes the jobs he gets are sudden causing impromptu traveling. his life was unpredictable, but he loved it. but sometimes it caused him to have limited time to plan. “where do you want me to sleep tonight?”