#ft collins

[b4kuch1n]

polymer broadcast signal hijack

[confused-book-noises]

Happy birthday to my sister and more importantly, Misha Collins

[valentincflores]

starter for: @mascncollinslocation: at the school, after having collected chairs and brought them all to the gymnasium

Val slumped against a wall in the gymnasium, slowly sliding to the ground as exhaustion made it nearly impossible to remain standing anymore. It wasn't that collecting the chairs had been that physically tiring, but the whole situation was proving especially draining for her. She was in the middle of a natural disaster, an actual emergency, and her cochlear implant had run out of battery, making it near impossible to hear. Normally, she wouldn't mind walking around not hearing for a while as it gave her brain a chance to take a bit of a break. Trying to interpret the vibrations her implant sent through her brain took a lot more focus and energy than one might think. But in this situation, where she already felt so off kilter, so unsure of what might be going on, to not be able to hear announcements made on the loud speaker, or a warning shouted in her direction, had Val constantly on edge. She felt like she was at a disadvantage and in a emergency like this, everyone needed every single advantage they could get.

Leaning her head back against the cold wall behind her, her eyelids begged to close to allow just a few minutes of rest. But Val was terrified of not being able to see if an announcement was being made or if people began to move somewhere else, knowing if she didn't see it happen, she wouldn't hear it and would likely be left behind. So she sat there, resting while she could, but refusing to let herself sleep as the night wore on.

[camercnbishop]

starter for: @mascncollins location: the school

Cam had been waiting to hear from emergency services about the transmitter radio and if they'd been able to make contact with anyone outside of the school now for forty-five minutes. With cell service being so spotty, he and Genesis had had a hard time reaching Genesis' mother to make sure she and Juliana were safe. Cam knew the chances of them being able to use the radio to communicate with individuals was slim to none, but he was hoping to get some sort of update from the rest of the town, at least. Folding his arms over his chest, he glanced over at the man standing beside him who'd been waiting just as long as him. "You got loved ones out there, too?" he asked.

[niaxbailey]

@mascncollins Event: Halloween Party @ Golden Hour Beach Bar. A warm, loud laugh spilled from her lips as Nia took a step backward and excused herself from a conversation. Or, well, tried to. As she stepped back she felt herself bump into another solid body. Not entirely aware of her surroundings in the crowded party atmosphere. "Oh!" She spun on her heels to look up at the man she'd unintentionally fumbled into. "Shit, sorry I—" The words halted in her throat as umber eyes settled fully on the faux blue fur-clad individual stood before her. Another laugh tumbled into the night air. "Oh, I love this." Nia beamed brightly at Mason and quickly tacked on, "right! Apologizing. I was paying no attention before. You good?" She doubted her backing into the man would've done much besides maybe curse him with a bit of glitter transfer, but she asked anyway.

[begsfor]

when     his     eyes     fell     on     the     blonde     for     the     first     time     ,     he     thought     it     was     a     mirage     created     by     his     inebriation     .     a     few     more     blinks     and     he     realized     that     she     was     real     .     collins     ,     in     front     of     him     again     .     but     this     time     she     was     on     another     man's     arm     ,     something     that     made     him     swallow     a     bitter     taste     in     his     mouth     .     knew     he     couldn't     complain     ,     not     when     he     had     a     walmart     version     of     her     sitting     on     his     lap     .     brushing     doppelganger     off     ,     he     got     up     ,     walking     towards     former     lover     .     “     collins     ,     good     to     see     you     .     .     .     i     see     that     you     managed     to     replace     me     ,     i     hope     hes     what     you     were     looking     for     .     ”

[papaflynn]

happy - Mason

📱 MASON 💙

callum: I FINALLY GOT YOUR DIGITS!!! callum: whys it taken so long? do i stink? callum: im excited...we need to get a beer sometime soon. I've been working on this for years. I finally got my man! 😉

[emilmoreno]

@mascncollins Location: Everything Goes Today the shop was bustling, the summer months brought fresh faces swarming to the beach and his favorite local place for coffee was a buzz of idle chatter. Once he'd turned away from his playful casual banter with the barista, coffee and magazine in hand, Emil observed his surroundings. Skeptical at first that he'd be able to find a spot to slip into. Relief was present on his features a beat later, finding a chair open in the crowd opposite of a familiar face. "Hey man," Emil greeted with a broad smile as he stopped in his tracks to linger by the other's table. He gestured with his sports magazine towards the seat that was Mason's opposite, "Mind a little company? Promise I can be quiet as a church mouse if needed." A hint of a chuckle laced his tone.

[bonesplinter]

anyways, it'll be some time but i think my next trip will be colorado. future me can figure out getting around since i don't drive but i wanna go. maybe in the next couple of years :thonk:

[puckhq]

texts ― pucollins

PUCK: my kid wants to know what exactly is rocket fuel, is it the same stuff we put in cars PUCK: i googled it and understood nothing so, help me out

@astrongcollins

[grav3encovnters]

for : @hstoryhuh

ft. my muse : keaton collins. ft. their muse : henry fox.

keaton   knew   things   would   become   .   .   . complicated at   one   point   ;   he   just   didn't   think   it   would   happen   right   this   moment.   henry   was   a   tad   bit   blurry   with   keaton's   glasses   off   ,   but   he   could   see   clearly   enough   the   bout   of   emotions   playing   on   his   face.   keaton   stays   seated   on   the   edge   of   the   bed   ,   his   shirt   resting   comfortably   somewhere   on   the   floor   beneath   his   feet   as   he   stares   up   at   henry.    ❝ i'm   going   to   need   a   moment   to   process   this   ,   ❞   henry   had   said   to   him.   swinging   his   feet   now   ,   keaton   just   simply   tilts   his   head   to   the   side.    ❝   what   is   there   to   process   ,   hen   ?   ❞   he   asks   the   other.   his   heart   suddenly   feels   as   though   it   doesn't   fit   right   inside   of   his   chest.    ❝   talk   to   me.   what's   going   through   that   mind   of   yours   ?   ❞   he   timidly   reaches   a   hand   out   to   the   other   ,   trying   to   comfort   him   in   one   of   the   only   ways   he   knows   how. 

[valentincflores]

happy - Mason

Val: Leyla mentioned that you stopped by Everything Goes and said you'd gotten a good report from the doctor today! Val: WAY TO GO!!!!! Val: Glad you're doing what you're supposed to be doing and taking your recovery seriously! Val: Proud of you!

[legacywritten]

　　 @cagedpotential​  said ,  ❛ if it was the other way around, you would have come back for me, right? ❜

           with a simple question, the spotlight was on him. a feeling that twists the stomach & turns every, individual breath heavy. exposed. milliseconds tick away.

what should be an easy answer for sam seems impossible at the moment. but this was lana he was talking about … one of the only people still alive on the planet who completely understood his grief.

“ no. ” the winchester manages to croak out at last, “ given the same circumstances, i wouldn’t. ” a hard swallow for them both, it seemed. but they knew what this line of work entailed. knew there was a price to pay when dealing with the supernatural. what’s dead should stay dead, after all.

[widowshill]

“She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man's land between life and death, sleeping and waking, behind the hedge of spiked flowers, Nosferatu's sanguinary rosebud. The beastly forebears on the walls condemn her to a perpetual repetition of their passions.”

Angela Carter, “The Lady of the House of Love” in The Bloody Chamber

[finclgicls]

＋ for @gcddamnvampire continued from here.

     they  were  both  older  now,  mere  shadows  of  their  former  selves.  despite  the  passage  of  time  and  the  physical  distance  that  had  separated  them,  charles—or  charlie  as  she  fondly  remembered  him,  remained  as  effortlessly  easy  to  talk  to  as  he  had  been  in  their  youth.  for  quinn,  the  man  sitting  by  her  side  still  felt  like  home  in  ways  their  hometown  never  had.  with  a  casual  shrug,  she  took  a  sip  of  her  drink,  her  thoughts  coalescing  into  a  more  refined  response.  ❛  well,  work  has  been  relentless.  my  publisher  has  been  breathing  down  my  neck  to  finish  up  my  next  book,  and  i  must  admit,  inspiration  has  been ... hard  for  me  lately.  coming  back  home  seemed  like  a  good  way  to  recharge.  "  she  left  out  the  tumultuous  details  of  her  divorce,  the  legal  battle  that  had  ensued,  and  the  constant  fear  that  her  ex-husband  might  try  to  take  her  daughter  away  from  her.   those  were  chapters  of  her  life  she  wasn't  ready  to  share.

     ❛  she's  three  years  old,  goes  by  elizabeth,  but  i  usually  call  her  ellie.  my  mom,  on  the  other  hand,  affectionately  refers  to  her  as  hurricane  ellie,  ❜  she  added  with  a  chuckle,  playfully  rolling  her  eyes.  ellie  had  quickly  grown  fond  of  their  hometown  after  spending  her  first  few  years  in  london,  particularly  enjoying  the  proximity  to  the  beach.   quinn  had  experienced  a  sense  of  peace  when  she  took  ellie  there  the  other  day,  something  she  wished  she  could  feel  every  day.  turning  the  conversation  toward  him,  she  asked,  ❛  so,  what  about  you,  charlie?  have  you  climbed  all  the  way  up  the  career  ladder  yet?  ❜  quinn  had  always  believed  in  his  dreams  and  still  did.  ❛  and  what  about  your  personal  life?  any  wife  or  kids  in  the  picture?  ❜  her  inquiry,  while  straightforward,  was  a  natural  curiosity  given  their  history  and  the  time  that  had  passed.

[incaensio]

[Caesar] I always say to live in the moment, Katniss. The Hunger Games come and go so quickly. You never want to miss a glimpse! What's been the biggest transition going from tribute to mentor? 

she raises her eyebrows as if in accordance with the words spoken, but, in truth, she's trying her damn hardest to ground herself into not expressing herself truthfully. she's just entertainment for them, katniss thinks, bitterly. and she's always underdelivering, which is especially frustrating for her since, somehow, her elusiveness only makes them want more.

"the fact that i won't go into the arena is the first big difference." she's to the point on that, and she doesn't try smiling because she can't. katniss' nightmares keep bringing her there, to that hell hole — she could never imagine having to do it again. the idea itself makes her shiver, and she brings a hand to smooth down gooseflesh in her arms. "the helplessness of it all, too. i can't help them, can't guide them, take care of them myself. i can only watch, which has always been my least favorite part. i just have to trust them." and isn't that the worst part? trusting people. hoping they can survive, even if she knows they won't.