#everstride

[splatling3]

Nya

the girl from everstride city

[alyafae-a]

❝ i’m here for you. ❞   |   [ @everstride​​ :   leo &. charlie ]

a sigh. there is so much work to do, and yet there aren’t enough hours in a day to get everything done. not even with the countless nights she spends working longer than necessary. she tells herself it’s because she is an ambitious woman but she knows the truth. nightmares still haunt her. charlie puts the pen down and rubs her temple before she turns around to look at the man by the door. a tiny smile appears on her lips and she props her arms up on her desk before resting her chin on her hand. he’s too good to her, it’s no secret. some days, she wonders if she shouldn’t have listened to him more.    ❝ i know, and i am beyond grateful. ❞    she sounds so tired now, there is no way she can hide it from him. and still, she makes an atttempt to do just that. 

she gets up and walks around her desk to move over to the sofa. might as well get more comfortable when she’s taking a break (or is she finally putting an end to the day?). slipping out of her shoes, she pulls her legs up to fold them beneath her before offering him to sit down with her.    ❝ shouldn’t you be asleep right now? i’m sure there are other people who can take over your shift. ❞    though none she trusts just as much.    ❝ i won’t be offended if you prefer the company of your bed instead of lingering around here. ❞

[flyingupward]

@everstride​ said: his heart still thumps just as loud, just as fast as it once did all those many years ago. for she had already made a home inside his chest, carved deep inside each bone. his heart beat, belonged to her. it always would, it always will. his hands find alma’s face, the mere touch of familiar skin has his lids falling shut, jaw tightening. i missed you, i love you. so many things he wishes to say, but can’t. “still beautiful as ever.” theyre alone, he can speak such without casting glances over his shoulder. lids peel open, a swallow as he looks down at her. “more beautiful than ever.”

       FUNNY. he says that, and yet all she can see are lines across her face that weren’t there ten years ago, the slight auburn color her hair takes on now because she can’t color it quite as dark as it used to be, the slight ache in her hip that she can’t get rid of when it’s cold in the morning. meanwhile he just looks distinguished and REFINED, carrying age and power like he’s always been suited for them.

       her skin lights up when he touches her, his words stoking that flame into a blazing inferno. ❝ SETH... ❞ a rare utterance of his given name, almost a prayer, spilling across her lips. ❝ i meant what i said. you have... been all the most vivid colors in my memories of this place. ❞ a gloved hand rises to place itself over his. ❝ it’s NICE to see all of those colors again. ❞

[perfectfoil]

@everstride​ said:  ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . / from saren  /   𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’ muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

The butts of Saren’s cigarettes, three to be exact, have been meticulously collected in one the small evidence bags used to garner evidence during cell tosses and strip searches. It’s presented to the judge without a word - at first anyway. Dangling in between the pads of thumb and middle finger, it says it all and though Vera isn’t the kind to goad and gloat in order to lure, she can’t help a small half smirk of sheer conceit from denting into her right cheek. She lets the bag drop on Saren’s lap to slip her hands in her trousers’ pocket, angles her head to the side. With a quirk of her brows, she’s watching her, sat on the same bench she told Vera she hadn’t visited the day before to wait for her, and she tries again to figure out why. Has it been naive to hope that the sight of her would help, would reveal a thread, however thin, on which Vera could tug? Just a thread, something to grab, a way to understand - or, at the very least, to put an end to the questions amassing at the back of her mind and threatening to invade it entirely. There is no room - there must be no room - for conjectures pertaining to Saren McLeoud, no room for anything related to her, no room for her. Or anyone.  When nothing comes, no word, no thread, not even a flicker of recognition, she sighs, frowns, folds her arms. “Why did you lie?”

[isgull-moved]

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n.wh spoilers?? not really but it is a small review of the film so i'll place it under the cut anyway

send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

i enjoyed the film for what it was, it was definitely entertaining, but this is far from the best spidey film out there because it completely lacks the core of who pe.ter pa.rker really is as a person and as a superhero. the m.cu really just further solidified that their writers either do not know or do not care about what st.an l.ee and st.eve dit.ko have written for this branch of the marvel universe because anyone that did would not push the iron boy jr. agenda for peter, nor would they have started this spidey reboot with multiple elements stolen from m.iles mor.ales’ story, who by the way is a black and latino character. not to mention that the way they handle their female characters - which they already have so little of - is terrible.

tldr it was a good film it just wasn’t the best spidey related thing that could’ve ever happened to me lol

[doctorobinson]

       ❝ everybody’s chasing SOMETHING, but they don’t know they’re chasing someone. ❞ 

@everstride​ // liked for a lyric starter

[movedirreparabiles]

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WHO ARE SOME MUSES I'D LIKE TO THROW AT YOURS? for @everstride

alex russell + sierra mercer jean milburn + grey's characters lexi howard + scream characters sabrina danes + anastasia sterben brooke maddox + brooke davis plus all the canon things

[lekxi]

@everstride   ♡

            simmering  frustration,  building  inside  her  time  and  time  again,  pushed  down,  forgotten  [  do  not  make  a  sound,  do  not  say  anything,  you  always  take  everything  the  wrong  way,  just  forget  about  it  ]  but  she  has  gained  confidence  in  her  feelings,  not  all  she  feels  is  a  figment  of  her  imagination,  she  has  a  right  to  her  emotions,  a  right  to  express  them  :  when  someone  listens  to  you,  validates  what  you’re  feeling  then  you  can’t  help  but  feel  like  it matters.       ❛  honestly,  cassie,  what  were  you  thinking  ?  leaving  the  house  like  that  ?  ❜       for  she  knows,  her  sister  knows  the  wounds  of  abandonment,  she  bears  them,  the  both  of  them  do  &.  to  inflict  that  pain  on  her  :  lexi  knows  her  sister  didn’t  even  think  of  her  when  she  left,  forgotten  lexi  howard,  barely  an  afterthought. 

[powrbroker]

hey did you know……

i love you thanks for blessing my dash with yours and sharon’s presence 🥰

JESS WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO MAKE ME WEEP LIKE THIS IN FRONT OF EVERYONe, YOU'RE SO FUCKING SWEET THANK YOU FOR APPRECIATING THE WHOLE OF THE ZCU AND FOR BEING MY FRIEND AND FOR WRITING SUCH INCREDIBLE MUSES WITH SO MUCH DEPTH ILYSM

[drdumaurier]

the vibes............ are immaculate, thanks for bringing miss bedelia to our dashes <3

tell me the vibe of my blog

🥺❤️ thank you for being so kind and amazing. Also thank you for bringing your muses to my dash. Honestly my vibes wouldn’t be immaculate without you and other amazing people who stuck with me even when I wasn’t as active. (whoop, got emotional there for a hot sec, you saw nothing sldfklj)

[bentrulearchived]

❝    they  told  me  all  of  my  cages  were  mental,    so  i  got  wasted  like  all  my  potential.    ❞

@everstride​​    /    this  is  me  trying,    folklore

[flyingupward]

@everstride​ said: he cradles her in his arms, her body submerged in his lap as his fingers stroke down the frame of her face, sight drifting over curls and porcelain features before he’s leaning down, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead, mouth lingering before he’s pulling back. “you mean more to me than you know.”

       she lets him pull her in, RELAXES into him that much. she lets herself have this one precious moment with him. she’s not sure what’s possessed him to do this, to open himself up in this way, but it’s been so long since she’s been this close to him, and it feels... comforting. the warmth of his body, his familiar smell, the sense of having THE PERSON YOU LOVE close, hearing their heartbeat close by, it was all nice, but the fact is, especially given the day’s events, she isn’t sure what to make of it all.

       ❝ mmm... is that why you were throwing A TEMPER TANTRUM at hearst earlier today ? he’s dangerous, seth, and much as i... appreciate the intention at play, this particular beast will require a much more deft touch to tame. ❞ a small, frustrated sigh, the next part muttered almost to herself. ❝ reckless bravado isn’t always the answer, no matter how much the men in this town seem to THINK it is. ❞

[perfectfoil]

@everstride​ said:  “Does it ever occur to you that I am done talking? That I am done with reflecting upon my words and action? Can’t you just take a fucking hint that I’m done with you? I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.” / from bron

"Inside." Vera's fingertips deliver a swift shove to Król's shoulder, a physical intimation giving weight to an order she almost hisses through her teeth. "Now." Another push ensures that the prisoner is maneuvered over the threshold of her cell. She follows, shuts the door behind them with a glance straying over the seemingly deserted unit. What voices are heard further down the corridor are muffled now that they stand there, staring each other in the face. Setting her jaw, Vera narrows her eyes briefly. "Cut the crap, Król." The very woman who never fails to launch into tirades or to drag her down into endless and one sided conversations with motivations Vera is still attempting to determine now not only refuses to speak but is making a point of letting it be known to whoever might be within earshot. 

"I know it was you." It's been a couple of hours, ample time for the entire compound to already be rife with rumours and theories, most of them saturated with lies and wishful thinking, some with a sprinkle of something that might amount to the truth  - as vague as it was. Nameless, of course. Whoever shivved Jake Stewart has earned accolades and a respect Vera is not only eager to pin on Król but confident to. "I should order a ramp." Bullshit, she no longer has the authority. She gives Król one last, lingering glare before moving about the cell with brisk steps. "Where'd you hide it?" The bed is inspected, duvet and pillow thrown aside, mattress lifted. Then the shelf is subjected to a search, each book flipped through and dropped on the floor. Of course it wouldn't be here. Like her movements, her anger is contained, confined within reasons and justifications Vera keeps enumerating, relying on them to maintain her emotions at a certain level - though she cannot reconcile whether they're staving off something or nurturing it. She gives Król a pointed look, crouches to pass her hand around and behind the bowl of the toilet, peers into the tank. "Take them off," she orders, pointing at her clothes. "Hurry up."

[politicalgenius]

@everstride​ said   ⟶   close your eyes, baby.   from saren

ALIENS,   accepting.

head’s rested on the other woman’s shoulder,   a hand light on her chest as she breathes in saren’s comforting and familiar scent.  it’d been one in the morning when she’d finally come to lie down after a gruelingly long day.  mellie’s uncertain of how long it’s been since then,  but she’d hardly stopped talking in the time since  —  nothing specific,  really,  just talking in order to keep her mind from slowing down until she finds herself mentally worn out enough in order to aid in the quest to sleep.  

saren’s been patient enough to listen,  and now that mellie’s found herself yawning every few words her lover’s gentle,  soothing words break through in an interruption that’s surprisingly authoritative in its gentility.  it brings a silence that feels enormous,  lungs filling slowly as she tries to come up with the words to explain just why it is she’s going on and on like this.  finally,  she exhales slowly and shuts her eyes,   “i’m having nightmares,”   she admits quietly.   “’m not sleeping well when i manage to sleep at all,  seems easier not to try,”

[doctorobinson]

@everstride​ spoke: grant gives maureen a deep, passionate kiss

       she’s very much not expecting it, not by a long shot. she’s been so focused on survival, on making sure they were all safe, on trying to get them all through the day, that she hardly knows which way is up. having him come back into her life has been a WHIRLWIND of thoughts and emotions and she’s as grateful as she is confused. now, the dual blade of loss that was him and john has a lavender thread of renewal to it, a tinge of bittersweet where once was just an empty void of grief.

       he kisses her, and that blossoms into A SURGE OF HOPE, of sensation, of thought that maybe, just maybe, she can learn to be okay again. she actually shivers in his arms, fingers curling into his shirt, eyes blinking lazily open as they part mere inches. ❝ what... ❞ her voice is slightly hoarse, clouded with emotion. she clears it and tries again. ❝ what was that for ? ❞

[movedirreparabiles]

     she  smiled  at  him,  her  voice  quiet  as  she  walks  closer  to  him.  ❝  did  you  ever  think  we’d  end  up  here,  nate?  ❞  brooke  asks,  looking  around  the  party  with  all  their  friends.  ❝  you  with  haley?  me  with  luke?  all  of  us  friends?  it’s  just...  kinda  surreal.  ❞

@everstride​​  for  nathan  scott  (  sc  )