#explcding

[anschvtz-a]

                the sniper   takes a moment to sit besides the other,   something short of a   relieved sigh   passing through glossy lips.   she   relishes   within the silence for a   minute or so,   enjoying the breeze despite how   COLD   it had been.   ❛   i’ve never had much of a   SWEET TOOTH,   you know   ??   i figured you should have it since you   volunteered   to come on this run with me.   ❜   lips curl up into a   delicate   smile,   offering the   confectionery   to him.   ❛   ——   always nice to have a   good shot   watching my back   ...   thanks.   ❜  

@sylxr​,   ♡   !!

[mothergrimesarchive-blog]

@explcding || continued [x]

“Thank you love, but I don’t want to put you out. I’m sure i’ll be able to manage. I apologise in advance for the little one’s screaming.”

[angelchonakamura-blog]

.....Peter? ................ Peter Petrelli? 

[griefstriicken-blog]

explcding

      ❝ everyone’s runnin’ from something. ❞

[justwakeupstiles-archive-blog]

Why do you ship Peter petrelli and stiles so much?

GOSH well I like the idea of firstly thinking of Peter training to become a nurse and looking after Stiles’ mama, him trying to tell Stiles it will be okay, like I picture that so hard, it’s everything to me I dunno it’s a dumb thing, it’s kinda where I feel Stiles would crush on him like really hard??? Seeing as I feel when is mama died Peter would have been there to make Stiles feel better I JUST, that’s not overly a shipping thing, it’s more of a dumb chelly headcanon.

BUT shipping them, I mean unlike me say shipping Stiles with Theo due to the fact he has killed. I honestly feel, killing effects Peter and Stiles kinda in the same way, both of them are very broken people aren’t they really but like put other people first WHICH hurt’s me. they both like STRING MHM totally the main reason. 

ON another serious note, I feel how Stiles has been feeling lately, Peter is someone who wouldn’t make him feel worthless. I mean Stiles always feel’s that way anyway but I don’t even know anymore this nerd has feelings all over the place.

Like with Scott lately he’s been feeling like pushing himself away seeing as he killed Donovan. But I feel Stiles would randomly tell Peter and ask him how he think Scott would act and stuff HELP ME, cuz him telling Peter about Theo and how confused he is seeing as Theo is making him feel good about killing but he want’s to keep Scott as his best friend, I’M DED.

idek why thinking about it nathan and peter remind me of scott and stiles and that kinda just hurt me so much lol, rip me. like literally this video,  i’m done.

[viirally-blog]

Lazarus Petrelli, Theresa, posthuman && empathic mimicry, 24, explcding, nurse uvu

um theresa im sorry this got buried in like... 60 other messages and i’m trash bu T WELC OM e HA HA HA

[mizunooujo]

explcding

 what the fuck stop being so good at orochimaru wtf...

i thought this was going to be anon hate for a moment and i was about to get ready to kill someone

i literally thought the same thing and then i laughed and cried and laughed some more and then answered it bc it’s legit tho

[freakwinchester-blog]

explcding liked your post

          “ Hey uh-- if you don’t mind, I’d like to ask you a few questions? “ Sam proceeds to flash an FBI badge to the stranger’s view, before flipping it back into his coat. His eyes do not stray from the other’s face.

[tigcrlady]

so basically everyone’s in but peter, peter, and tracy good luck w/ that sylar have fun 

[transcendedhumanity-blog]

explcding

         It was almost incomprehensible how it made sense to her, regardless          of her absence of sight. She saw the world in many a different way to          most: thoughts, emotions, memories. They were hers over which she          had dominion, and NONE were safe—no matter whom they belonged          to. She was trying her utmost to piece each f r a g m e n t together,          and it was taking its toll.

         Perched in one hand was a piece of chalk, with which she drew, and          drew, and drew—almost unending. Perhaps they were pictures, and          perhaps they were merely scrawls; she did not have the eyes to see,          but these were what, in a sense, she SAW. Still not in a conventional          sense, for explaining it would take an eternity. Her other hand, pale          and small as the other, was stained red. She frequently wiped at her          nose with it, which trickled blood. The enormity of the pressure of the          collective minds was unforgiving.

          Footsteps alerted her to another PRESENCE, but she did not cease           her scribbles upon the enormous chalkboard of the room.

              ❝What does this look like to you ?❞

[matriarrch-a-blog]

There's a moment of panic that washes over the young boy as his mother looks at him with pure confusion. He had simply greeted her with a hug around the waist before she had mumbled: 'Who are you?' A part of him had hoped she was joking but it was evident that she WASN'T. Reaching out to the woman's hand, he gives it a small squeeze, looking up to Angela before clearly speaking. "I'm Peter, your son..." Pursing his lips, he tries to think of a way he could FIX this. "Do you remember your name?"

           “ … ”

( Her  mouth  hangs  weakly  open,  waiting  for what  should be  a  REFLEX  of  a    response..  But  NOTHING.  Her  mind  is  a perfect,  flawless  blank.  The  stains    of  a  life scrubbed clean.  Her son?  SHE HAS NO CHILDREN.   At least..   She   doesn’t  think she does..  She  can’t  remember..  You’d  think  you’d  remember   a thing like that. But she can’t. She can’t remember, SHE  CAN’T  REMEMBER.

   It’s  eating  her  up  inside;  consuming  everything  in   a  vapid  sheet  of   white.    There’s   NOTHING.   ( She  still  can’t  recall  her  NAME )   This  unknown  man   stands  before  her,  no  memories  unfolding in  her mind of  birthdays,  scraped    knees,  first days at  school or  how many  times  she’s  worried for his  LIFE.  He   is NO ONE. But there is something —– something that makes her  want to edge    closer,  back  into  his  arms.    But  the  fear  that  riddles  her  bones  is  a  more    potent  sensation.    Features harden, eyes scanning his form for anything UNTOWARD ( She does    not know him. He could be dangerous. He could  be a SERIAL KILLER  for  all    she knows ).Eyes freeze on his face.. Still NOTHING.. )

          “ I DON’T KNOW you ”

[anabioun]

explcding liked for a small starter.

     ‘ All is well! I pray you, sir, do not enter the cave! ’

[justwakeupstiles-archive-blog]

my url tbh *throws confetti*

SEND me ur url and i’ll say things

ALMOST 8MINS OF ME TALKING AREN’T U LUCKY.

[illvpo]

[ *& explcding ]

     ‘ what if i wake up and all of this        has just been a dream and i’m        still on day one of my life ? ‘

[friendofhorses-archive-blog]

10 && 19

10. Do you get jealous if your mun has other muses? 

“They never last long so there isn’t really time to get jealous.”

19. What do you think about your mun’s sense of humor?

“She thinks she’s hilarious but trust me when I say she’s not.”

[burzxm-a-blog]

&. explcding ;; 

            ❛ You look like you could use a beer. ❜