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[kylo-wrecked]

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It's a Thursday. The leaves are spooling on the curbs in ten shades of Burberry beige. It's about sixty-one-degrees-Fahrenheit, far too warm for scarves, and it's October. He picks up a menu in his hands; warm and worried hands.

Ben blinks, considers a "Booberry Chai," changes his mind. Contextual nausea bubbles in his stomach. Chai, Chá. He tries not to think of places where the word chá means tea, and Thai means free man. He still sees a man burning.

'Champagne to Busan' and 'Pét-nat Sematary' (two horror genres he has seen and enjoyed) are thoughts that come and go; Chris doesn't serve Krug MV, and Ben doesn't drink anymore. He's listening—he met Chris's greeting with their signature handshake and a half-hug. He asks about plans with a half-smile.

Popcorn: good.

Pizza: good.

Mario Kart: good.

Grass: okay, indoors. Okay, with Chris.

Yes, he jumps when Chris addresses him again; his broad, black shoulders jerk up to his ears. Yes, he squints, and yes, his eyebrows knit while he's squinting.

"Chris. 'Babe.'"

Ben reaches over and takes his hand. Cool and soft; baker's hands. He holds the one like they're sitting shiva. Holding Chris's hand, he finally admits- "I haven't seen the first one. Talismans in the woods...?"

He thinks, avoiding any reflective surfaces and grinning bats. Avoiding the how have you not seen that movie expression blooming on Chris's face.

"Bad. No."

Releases Chris's hand to shrug and grin, feline-like and sheepish.

"But, ah, hey. Japanese popcorn. The non-sequitur Blaire Witch sequel. Why not? I've heard nothing but good things."

@bewitchingbaker

[notxjustxstories]

Merritt, about Jenny: she's my child, she's my sister, she's my poor little meow meow, she's a fucking disaster

[redfieldkennedy]

leon dating luis and ada dating luis and luis desperately trying to get them to play nice (it doesn't work)

[shadowedresolve]

"Sakura-san! It feels like it's been forever."

When Toshiro finally made his way back to the real world after believing he might not ever see it again, he knew he might not be able to see the Phantom Thieves for a long time. With what he planned to do - and has done, now- exposing his father's crimes, as well as accepting his own responsibility for staying silent for so long - he'd known that his life would quickly become a chaotic one.

But to call it merely a scandal would be putting it lightly. With the constant attention and scrutiny he was suddenly subjected to, under fire with criticism from all directions and having sent ripples of shock through the entire country - he didn't want to subject those kids to any potential negative attention that might come from being associated with him.

It might've been fine, of course, but it wasn't worth the risk. Anyway, the media had had enough of a field day trying to figure out the truth behind his abrupt disappearance alone, coming up with all kinds of crazy, ridiculous theories... though of course, none even as close to as crazy as the truth. The thought makes him laugh. ...They really have no idea.

But he couldn't keep the poor kids worried any longer after seeing firsthand how worried they were for him. In particular, he's especially glad to be able to meet with Futaba today. He's grateful to each and every one of the Thieves, and they've all wormed their way into his heart, of course, but when he thinks back on his time in the Kingdoms... often, it's Sakura's words to him that he remembers the most.

"I'm sorry about the hassle. Avoiding the media can be a bit of a nightmare, but... let's say I've picked up some tricks along the way!"

@oraclememehacker ( starter for futaba! )

[rcguish]

i thinki need to be taken out back like old yeller

[lovinggreeniehours]

oh,,,,,,,,,,,, oh i see,, we're doing the solari thing again with kabred aren't we

[lingeringscars]

i have had this blog since 2015 but i'm telling u the lack of tags is becoming an extremely strong motivator to archive

[twcheaded-a]

i have cannibalism as a metaphor for desire/ desire as violence on the mind ft. kieran

[araneitela]

Okay, I casually helped a friend collect some gems and upon logging in, I saw the first anonymous text message you got from Kafka in 1.2 and I lost my mind, and I realised I absolutely needed to get this girl set-up. So while it may be 2am, I'm gonna be here gathering my quotes and setting them up as my tags; I'm done waiting. This girl is going to get written in the very near future.

[duessperare]

Madoka’s smile is gentle as she looks at Homura, and her gaze carries hundreds of years of love behind it. It’s no surprise, really. After becoming what she is now, Madoka saw countless timelines, both those that were and those that could be, and and in all of them... who lay at the center?

Homura, her greatest friend. The one she’d failed, again and again and again.

...Madoka tries not to dwell on that particular thought. Homura wouldn’t want that, and it’s important that she gives Homura a smile that comes from her heart, so that she knows that everything she’s done wasn’t in vain. But... it hurts, knowing that Homura must still be suffering. It’s okay, because Madoka knows that they’ll be together in the end, but... with all the power she held in her hands, was this really all she could do...?

“Homura-chan!” In spite of those feelings, Madoka’s tone is light and cheery as she greets Homura now, and the smile that lights up her face really is a genuine one. She’s been granted a miracle, after all! And the joy she feels at being able to see the one she loves so much - it’s filling her to bursting, ready to spill out.

“Are you surprised? It’s really me, you know.”

@shibemuses​ ( starter for homura! )

[redfieldkennedy]

i just thought of. ...... leon/ashley/reader and um. i need to sit down for a moment

[thr0whands]

@champ1ons

Jamón Jamón (1992)

[cataschism]

might redo my tags.. (<-a bitch who cannot decide on one tag for long) kinda want relationship tags now

[kylo-wrecked]

@bewitchingbaker “Ben walking into the bakery October 1st”

Pushing Daisies | 1x05 “Girth”

[betterbutbitter]

I will say that since upon meeting Carnage, Drake is very much an ally of him. He helps Carnage with whatever he needs, no matter how bloody or morally wrong. Because Drake knows Riot would have looked out for Carnage. And because Carnage is Riot's little brother and he could tell Carnage genuinely wanted to meet Riot, he offers his aide. And it's vice versa. Carnage does extend that help back, out of respect of Riot and because it was Drake that informed him about everything. While Carnage doesn't really consider anyone a "friend" since Cletus' death. I will say Drake is the closest you get to being called a friend with Carnage.

[fuchsiafortified]

@kyuusou​ asked:

let me tidy up the place for you. //Izumi

Sakura was assisting at the hospital today for training. While Lady Tsunade was busy with paperwork, she would spend her time at the hospital learning how to take care of patients and assist with basic injury care. Lady Tsunade couldn’t be there all the time, and Sakura was fine with that. While the Haruno was always eager to learn more, wasn’t going to deny a simple day’s work in the hospital. It was a nice change of pace.

Izumi Uchiha was there today while Sakura was still on shift. So, she was asked to do a basic check-up for the Uchiha. Sakura had always heard tales of Izumi’s story from gossiping nurses in the hospital. She was always curious about what had happened that night, why Izumi and Sasuke were the only survivors from the massacre. But, Sakura wasn’t going to pry when the information seemed so traumatic. 

Truthfully, Sakura felt nervous when she learned that she would be meeting with Izumi. She hoped that she didn’t say the wrong things that would make the atmosphere tense. Much to Sakura’s surprise, she didn’t embarrass herself. After the checkup, the Haruno was focused on jotting down her notes when she heard Izumi’s voice. She practically jolted before turning towards the Uchiha. She must have been referring to the hospital room. There was basic clutter throughout the room. Empty water bottles and scattered paperwork covered the tables and countertops. 

“Oh- Don’t worry about it! I’ll take care of it. Your job is to rest, okay?”