#hale : ✭ : v . main

[gaveldefy]

tara @sacraementals said, " i just want to be your peace. "

truth be told, jax had been fantasizing about those very words since he was a teenager. since before she got scared and ran off to a different state. since before wendy landed in his bed and gave him the most beautiful son anyone could ever ask for. he hadn't been expecting tara to ever come back into his life.

she hadn't been his peace back then. looking back, jax can understand they were too young and too uninformed on life to be anything to anyone. after everything he'd seen since he was patched in? jax had a more intimate understanding of what exactly gemma was to clay and he'd prayed he'd find something similar in time.

" you are, sweetheart, " the biker says with surprising certainty. despite the ups, the downs, the violence, and the miscommunication tara had become exactly that.

his peace.

i fucking missed you, opie !!!!

hale, on the other hand.

shaking his head, jax picks up a nearby towel from the counter of the bar located in the clubhouse. he turns at the waist to throw the thing at the tall, lanky pain in the ass how hanging off opie winston's neck. " he's been gone for an hour. " whatever the response was is nothing but part of the white noise in the background. jax quickly turns back around so he can lean down, pressing his forehead against tara's.

" you are, " is whispered again along with a kiss pressed to the crown of her head. " i know shit's been rough and i appreciate you stepping up. you are always, always my light at the end of the tunnel, babe. please don't forget that no matter what happens. "

[secondhandmckie]

❝ come here, come sit in my lap and tell me about your day. ❞ jack, purely because the thought amuses us.

Affectionate and Affirming Prompts

His reply merely comes as a lifted brow, though there's reluctant amusement in his features. Maybe he had been glowering a little; there were times his ambulance partner tended to get on his nerves, and coupled with a few ornery patients (one that day he'd quite literally had to chase around the room for fear of harming himself further), Jack hadn't returned in the best mood. Trust Hale to call him on it in his own way.

"I don't think you could keep your hands to yourself long enough for me to say much of anything." Retrieving a cold bottle from the fridge, he began to rifle around in the drawer for the opener. "But if we're exchanging stories, you might as well get comfy. Want one?"

[tacticalvalor]

«────── « OPEN STARTER » ──────»

muse: vincent "v" hale; former corpo gone merc. bio in source!

The bottle rests on the merc's lips as he nods to the television, absentmindedly watching the newsreel about MaxTac's latest cyberpsycho grab. His voice is low, but not quite disinterested. Tired, perhaps. Thankful it wasn't him involved in that whole mess (this time, anyway).

"Guess even pneumatic arms can't lift morale in a toxic workplace."

[nightskied]

verse tags bc i'm tired . pt 1.

[catfortress]

Welcome to Cat Fortress Blog !

• • • Here is simply where I will post drawings and possibly animations regarding my TF2 fan AU, Cat Fortress !

• • • Main Acc: @evangelina830

Basic stuff!

• No NSFW asks pls (bloody, yes ! But no sensitive topics or lewd reqs pls.)

• Silly requests are encouraged, but please don’t go overboard ! (U know what I mean…,)

• Yes I will draw ship art ! :D dont be shy.. (I love to draw silly cats holding hands.. so yes please! As long as the ship isn’t gross…)

Also I am not super fast with asks lol I appreciate your patience!

Enjoy your visit…. =^.^=

More info under!

Tags I will use!

• #:3 - Artwork

• #:V - Doodles

• #:0 - Animation

• #:D - Answers

• #:] - (Fan?) Artwork

• #:> - Characters

• #:P - Cats info

Names!

• ⚾️Scratch - Scout

• 🪖Biscuits - Soldier

• 🔥Zoomies - Pyro

• 💣Demomew - Demoman

• 🥪Fluffy - Heavy

• 🛠️Enginya - Engineer

• 💉Meowdic - Medic

• 🎯Snipurr - Sniper

• 🚬Snap - Spy

• 📁Ms Pawling - Ms Pauling

Others so far ofc…

• 🎙️Adminhisstrator - Administrator

• 🩵Scratch’s Ma - Scout’s Ma

• 🪻Zhanclaw - Zhanna

• 🥀Beanislava - Bronislava

• 🌾Yawna - Yana

• 🫐Fluffy’s Mama - Heavy’s Mama

• 🥾Saxton Tail - Saxton Hale

• 💚Maowgaret/Maowggie - Margaret/Maggie

• 💀Whiskers - Merasmus

• 🐟Fried Fish Tramp - Fried Chicken Tramp

• 📋Furball - Bidwell

• ❤️Redmond Meoww - Redmond Mann

• 💙Blutarch Meoww - Blutarch Mann

• 🩶Gray Meoww - Gray Mann

• 🎀Olivia Meoww - Olivia Mann

• 🎈General Patton Dough - General Patton Doe

• 🧸Georgia Washington Dough - Georgia Washington Doe

• 🎤Tomcat Jones - Tom Jones

• 💜Mrs DeGrowl - Mrs Tilly DeGroot

• 🌷Mrs Mowndy - Mrs Mundy

• 🍅Mr Mowndy - Mr Mundy

• 🍷Loaf-Nah - Lar-Nah

• 🍵Furr-Bel - Bill-Bel

This blog is still quite new - stay tuned ! Mrow….

[romilly-jay]

Enemies to Lovers? Thank You, Yes, Think I Will... <3

***spoilers***

Wasn't reeeeeeellli planning to write about this one here. But surprised myself by enjoying it. Surprised myself again by discovering that it's based on a book (probably the publishing house setting was a big clue but not one I feel confident relying on fully).

Gave it a go because I'd vm enjoyed Lucy Hale in the (for me) ridiculously named but surprisingly rounded / robust / landing-achieving Puppy Love (2023), opp Grant Gustin from Flash/Glee.

I thought she did a great job of being "kooky" without shading across into unfathomably irrational and managing to deliver high charm almost all the way through. Didn't say it there so I'll say it here - felt to me like there was very significant fondness and almost no heat in the depiction of the MC rels... if there was room for love stories that were largely ace/platonic, maybe this would be a good place to land that particular love story? I do get it, that this isn't An Option, in terms of the mainstream tropes or audience expectation. YET??

BTW - veering //AGAIN// - saw analysis of La La Land that suggested it works (and doesn't REALLY have a sad/unsatisfactory ending) because the nature of the love the MCs have for each other is preserved and merely shifts from romantic towards platonic. (?)

If I remember correctly, the commentator thought that the central relationship in La La Land was pretty healthy - that each of the MCs were doing more and most of their work on their own personal issues.

I'm going to guess that he probably wouldn't feel this way about the relationship in The Hating Game, though it's sweeter and kinder sooner and for more of the movie than the title or opening suggested.

Thanks to BuzzFeed article by Farrah Penn (Dec 23, 2021), I now know that the opening line for the movie is also the - deliciously hooky - opening line for the book. Put the pitch into the start of the story - why not? It absolutely got me to stay to see how it played out.

[But perhaps, watching through my fingers, because as I may have mentioned, I'm not actually a fan of storylines that involve the MCs being psychotic, either towards each other or in general. Yes, it generates tension but not in a way I find v. enjoyable to invest in.]

Things I liked -

That he genuinely took care of her (multiple times but I'm thinking of when she's ill). That she stuck up for him at the family event. That he wants a relationship not a hook-up (I read this as gender-reversed?).

Things I liked LESS -

The moments in the plot where they "have to fight" or "have to fall out" - I was genuinely mystified about how the film could take them from a declaration of love on his part to right back to sq one on her part (convinced he's the enemy) in roughly 3 mins of screen time.

UGH.

The fact that he reads to me like a man who's been written by a woman. What? We give male writers a hard time when they write women really badly. For me, this reads WELL for the story and POORLY in terms of whether this could be an actual living male. Perhaps it could - but (again, for me) the confection lasted only as long as the film's HEA and then fell over like cardboard caught in rain.

By contrast, I bought GG's character as highly neurotic but believable as a character in his own right - the bond they make gives him back to himself. I can imagine him existing independently in that world.

Back to The Hating Game -

Also, didn't love the decision to give him a mostly nude scene where the female MC was clothed. Good for LH that her contract allows her to keep her clothes on. Good - I guess - that the film shows us the female gaze where the male gaze has traditionally been. But how about we abolish Uneven Gazing altogether (??). For my own taste, clothes on or covered would have been Fine, just Fine. But main ask is for a couple mutually revealed to each other - a balance. Evenness.

Also, I accept that I may not be representing the maj view here in my general request for screen couples to kiss hotly but retain their attire.

So, yes, this isn't what I'd design For Me but sure, I can be happy to let beautiful people carry on being gorgeous on screen and for them to look longingly at each other (as proxies for how we are no doubt looking at them from our sofas). In principle I'm body positive - tho in practice, I'm still basically awkward, shy and old-style British.

Final thought - fascinates me how perceptions about levels of chemistry differ. For me, these actors had great on-screen chemistry but I've seen at least one review that felt they absolutely did not.

For me, it seems more like the problems for this couple are going to start when they stop making out / shagging and attempt to co-habit or to sustain a conversation that isn't about work or her lipstick.

[crow-of-paradise]

Inuksuk, my human Monk for Baldur's Gate 3! I just wanted to make a hot guy at first, then I thought, ah why the hell not play with him. SO THIS IS HOW I ENDED UP PLAYING A DUDE AND NOT A GIRL LIKE I ORIGINALLY PLANNED.

I love playing MCs tho with the exception of Mass Effect (Jennifer Hale is too good). And Inuksuk is really, really hot so I will be happy to stare at him throughout my playthrough. Fun fact, when I finished making him, he was giving me hardcore Sokka vibes with his undercut manbun, so I decided to look up Inuit names for him since the water tribes apparently were influenced by Inuit culture. Questionable legitimacy on it being an actual Inuit name aside, it's supposed to mean "an Alaskan cairn to mark pathways. It means on the right path." (and wiki taught me inuksuk is a stone landmark used to assist with navigation, and it looks v cool). As for the class, I picked Monk bc it looks fun as hell. I always loved weaponless, fist-punching classes in games (I mained Monk when I first played ff14 too!) and it's super satisfying so far.

[void--biscuit]

Hello, I'm Silvana! (she/her, 30, 🇩🇪)

Welcome to my Cyberpunk obsession 😂

I like/ask/whatever with my main blog @life-born-of-fire 😊

personal/text posts are tagged with #the void screams back

My Vs (some of them are just existing, I don't play with most of them 😂 they're just pretty)

Nomad V: #Valerian Sterling

Corpo Vs: #Hikaru V Sakuraba, #Velvet Hale

Streetkid Vs: #Viorel Astrair, #Valentina Castor

Other characters // the story they belong to

Glitch // Velvet

Saffron Marigold // Viorel

Aridia Glynwyre // Viorel

M0nster@ // Viorel

Lilac Dusk // Viorel

Aurelius // Valerian

[breckstonevailskier]

It's like the second the show ended, a good 70% just left, the other 25% are shippers obsessed with the girl x girl/boy (One half of the ship can switch from Male to Female) and demanding s*x scenes between this couple or screaming for deleted scenes of them kissing. I wasn't joking about people mistaking this show for the girl x other person just kissing. To explain in a way you'd understand it entirely, it's like Stydia (Styles x Lydia) taking over the entire area of the Teen Wolf fandom at its hype and it's in all the tags, no matter if its Peter Hale or the Dread Doctors, its just Stydia. 99% of the time. The last 5% are fans like me who are posting theories/characters we like/creative content. People are actually talking about what the show really is about (a shady 'hero' school with a lab/hospital underneath where they are running experiments on kids with powers) and not the girl x girl/boy having s*x. Oddly most of the main shipping pair spent half the show hating each other, the middle not speaking and the last 2 episodes mostly apart.

I honestly wonder what the Gen V tag on AO3 will look like once fans of that ship move on. Because seriously, of the 179 fics under the Gen V tag as of this post, only 39 are not tagged with the ship you are referring to.

I'd love to see more authors who are inclined to write fics that are about other things from Gen V. Cate is offering a practical gold mine of potential fic ideas right there 😭, whether it be stories about how she adapts to her new disability at the end of season 1 and what she does with her new fame as the Vought-spun "hero" of the Godolkin massacre, or fics about her pre-season 1 relationships with Luke, Andre, and Shetty.

I hate how fandom has become "if you haven't created anything in this very specific time frame after the release of the show/movie, everyone will have moved on"

And call me old fashioned, but that's just not me. I sometimes take ages to create and publish. And I will love a show or movie for such a long time (years, babes, years) that I just can't relate to the fast consumerism that's going on.

Because, let's be real, it can get really lonely in a fandom if most have simply moved on to the next shiny thing. Is what's created less worth, just because it was created outside the hype? Why is it such a taboo for this new fandom generation to love an old or "late" fic or art?

It's so tiring and I'm too old for the 30-seconds-hype-tiktok-shit. Just tired. So, so tired.

[themovieblogonline]

Puppy Love Review: A Quirky Rom-Com with Paws and Potential

When it comes to romantic comedies, the genre has a tendency to follow a familiar formula: two unlikely individuals are thrown together by chance, their initial interactions are marked by awkwardness and misunderstanding, and eventually, they find their way to each other amidst a flurry of laughter and heartwarming moments. Puppy Love, directed by Nick Fabiano and Richard Alan Reid, attempts to put a unique twist on this tried-and-true formula by introducing the canine factor. While the film brings a fresh element to the genre with its adorable furry co-stars and a premise that has the potential for comedic gold, it struggles to rise above the surface, ultimately leaving viewers with a film that's cute but forgettable. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c4UAK6Jzcrs The story centers around Nicole Matthews (Lucy Hale) and Max Stevenson (Grant Gustin), two individuals who couldn't be more different from each other. Nicole is a free-spirited, wild-child with a penchant for spontaneity, while Max is a socially-anxious introvert who prefers the company of his furry friend. After a disastrously awkward first date, they both decide to mutually delete each other's contact information and move on with their lives. However, fate has other plans in store for them, as their dogs unexpectedly find a connection, leading to a whirlwind of events that culminate in an unexpected twist: puppies are on the way. The Good: The film's initial setup promises an engaging and heartwarming narrative. The idea of two people being thrust into a shared responsibility due to their dogs' unexpected love connection is undeniably charming. Lucy Hale's portrayal of Nicole brings a lively energy to the screen, and Grant Gustin's portrayal of Max captures the essence of an introverted character who gradually learns to step out of his comfort zone. Their contrasting personalities hold potential for great comedic chemistry, yet the execution falls short of expectations. The saving grace of the film comes in the form of the adorable canine cast members. The puppies steal every scene they're in, their playful antics providing genuine moments of joy. However, even the puppies can't fully compensate for the film's lack of depth and emotional resonance. The supporting cast, including Nore Davis as Sid, offers sporadic moments of comedic relief, but the characters remain largely one-dimensional, serving as mere accessories to the main plot. Puppy Love also showcases a bright and colorful aesthetic that matches the light-hearted tone of the film. The use of outdoor locations and warm lighting adds to the film's overall charm, providing a pleasant backdrop for the unfolding events. The direction is competent, with the pacing generally maintaining a steady rhythm, but it's not enough to elevate the film beyond its shortcomings. The Bad: One of the film's fundamental issues lies in the lack of depth given to the characters and their relationships. While the initial premise sets the stage for personal growth and self-discovery, the character arcs remain disappointingly superficial. Nicole's wild-child persona is never fully explored beyond a few superficial gags, and Max's social anxiety is often played for laughs rather than treated with the sensitivity it deserves. The transition from two strangers forced into co-parenting to potential romantic partners feels rushed and lacks the emotional resonance that would make the audience truly invest in their journey. Puppy Love also leans heavily on clichés and predictable plot developments. The comedic moments, while occasionally amusing, often feel forced and fall flat due to their reliance on tired gags. The film seems content with playing it safe and sticking to formulaic storytelling, missing the opportunity to take risks and surprise the audience. The potential for a fresh, memorable romantic comedy is present, but the filmmakers appear hesitant to fully embrace it. Overall: Puppy Love enters the realm of romantic comedies with a unique premise that promises a fresh take on the genre. However, the film fails to capitalize on its potential, delivering a narrative that feels rushed, shallow, and overly reliant on clichés. While Lucy Hale and Grant Gustin deliver likable performances, their characters are held back by underdeveloped arcs and lackluster chemistry. The canine cast members steal the show with their irresistible charm, but even their presence can't fully salvage a film that struggles to rise above mediocrity. Puppy Love might tug at your heartstrings briefly, but it ultimately leaves you yearning for a more substantial and memorable romantic comedy experience. Read the full article

[nzlog]

August 2nd // Southern Hemisphere Longzo Day

CK asked me what my plans for the day were and I gave a very abridged answer because we only had a little bit of free zoom minutes left, and I forgot maybe every detail about our day’s plan anyway. So! Here were / are my plans for the day:

We intended on getting up at 6:45am to watch the sunrise for 7:15am over the bay our van is parked beside, at Island View reserve in Whangamata. But we woke to the noise of very heavy rain and wind gusts that shook the van we live in, so decided to snooze for another hour until our Palz Zoom.

Then I got to see our friendseses amazing faces on zoom which made my heart very happy. This is largely the only birthday plan I had that I followed through with approximately on time and I’m super pleased about it.


For the day I had planned on either: going kayaking to Whenuakura (the english colonialist calls it Donut Island, bc it’s a ring-shaped tip of a very extinct volcano crater) which is about 600m from the shore so a relatively handy trip for someone whose gammy* back is allergic to kayaks, or if not that then I’d do a handy lil trek through Wentworth Valley to gawp at two celebrated pretty waterfalls.

We did neither of these things because it was stormy as all heck out and multiple weather warnings were issued later in the day. One of these was for gales and the other for ‘squalls’ which me and Mark had a nice time trying to guess the definition of inside our van nest, we’re still not one hundy percent sure that we know. There was some mega heavy hale which sounded even more world-ending than the rain (squall? dat u?) and shortly after that when the rain came back with its reassuring endlessness, I drew a tarot card for the day and got The Sun. I am the sun.

Then I fell asleep in the middle of the day for three whole hours, which I’m still calling a nap. It was class.

It felt like the day itself called in sick, which was the perfect thing. I will put an expectation on myself to do something ~significant~ without being able to hear myself think about what I want so much of the time and I am grateful for an external source completely halting that automatic process. I got to talk to my great friends and have a huge snooze and it was the dream scenario.

It mildly concerns me that I’m so exhausted chronically, it feels like shades of fatigue but it’s so subtle that it’s almost sub-perceptual, it feels tricky to really notice it clearly, something you have to be not fatigued to do. I know it makes sense that being in a new place while living in a van in the wintertime and constantly moving around as well as planning, deciding, figuring and focusing are inherently tiring activities, but it feels like it’s an unusual amount of tiredness still. A tricky thing to figure out when either long-covid or depression could be triggers that I can’t determine because they’re not diagnosable as causes, and ocd brain tells me I’m over-blowing things while at the same time not letting me stop chronically worrying. Also, everyone’s very tired all the time, so it feels like it doesn’t matter. But it really does matter and I wish it could be different for all of us.

My main regret is that by falling asleep I didn’t get to spend so much time with Mark on my birthday. The first artwork I’ve put up inside this van is the card he gave me.


We drove our hermit shell house into Whangamata town centre (v small, mainly just a street of seaside town shops largely all closed up during the off-season. one of the bars we looked up was called ‘Whangamata Summer Bar’ and it is marked on the maps as ‘temporarily closed’) and we got ingredients needed for van dinner, I also cashed in the 6 blips I won on weird NZ scratchers (€3.33 under the NZD-EUR exchange rate at time of writing) at the shop I bought it in. I mentioned to the clerk that I was saving my winnings for some games of pool and she seemed authentically delighted that it was my birthday. She is the only person in this country I mentioned my birthday to, which felt exactly correct. The Leo sun shines on you, scratcher clerk.

We played one game of pool very badly in an incredibly empty sports bar then bounced back to our parking spot at Island View reserve freedom camping. Mark cooked an incredibly tasty van curry and I started typing the words you’re reading now (hi!). After that I spoke to both my parents on the phone individually for about an hour each, which was nice to try to do.

The full moon in Aquarius during the Leo sun was a primo gift from the universe. Thank you, the universe!

We slept early even though I had already slept for three fucking hours in the middle of the day, and I slept really well even though it was cold as fuck outside. The tips of our noses get really cold in this van at night, which is a cute but as yet solutionless problem.

Thursday morning: suprise! It’s still my birthday in other parts of the world! Timezones are the gift that keep on giving. What the fuck is time anyway! It keeps giving me a bad time when I try to think about it.

I woke up and felt truly relaxed for the first time in a while. I tried to spend time messaging people and then made us tea + van porridge when Mark woke. It is less stormy this morning.

When I had a moment to myself I felt the impulse to draw my birthday tarot spread, while it was still August 2nd in parts of the world that are of great significance to me. I did the five-card star spread and The Sun was the root. I am loving awareness. 


I will add more about infinitely more interesting days I’ve had here soon but not now because I want to go walk on the beach with Mark, and marvel at Whenuakura from afar. We will at some point bop out to it, a gift to our future selves.


*gammy twice auto-corrected to Tammy here; a strong NZ name

[hmgfanfic]

to catalogue every example of their core drivers/values/beliefs/desires being the same despite their external differences Um I'm just going like 👀👀 (no pressure tho lol)

Ha! Well, I hope someday to share the fruits of my insanity with you all, but it turns out there’s a lot more there than I expected. But yeah, OBVIOUSLY, Quentin and Eliot’s innate compatibility and chemistry is a passion of mine, as is cataloguing reminders that I wasn’t crazy, that they did write/film that shit, it was textual, and the showrunners walked it back because of homophobia, not because it isn’t well-grounded in canon. You know, normal hobbies. ;) While it’ll take me a while until I get this into a comprehensible-to-others form, what I can do is leave you with some cast quotes to underscore this idea in the meantime…

Of course, there’s the famous Jason Ralph SDCC interview(s) where he talked endlessly about the connection between Quentin and Eliot, may he live in eternal glory, but this one is my personal favorite/war cry:

“I think [Quentin and Eliot] are very similar people who chose different ways of expressing themselves. As much as you can believe in soulmates, I think they probably are,” Ralph said. “They never really seem to stop learning from each other, and I think that’s important with any relationship that is long-lasting. They push each other in unexpected ways. It’s a lifetime love, I think.”

But it didn’t only come up post-3x05. During early promo, Hale talked more than once about how similar they are despite seeming like they’re not, especially in one of my favorite interviews with him and Summer. The entire thing is worth reading, especially Summer’s interpretation of Margo and Quentin’s relationship (and Margo/Julia!), but this quote from Hale is the most pertinent:

Eliot sees a lot of himself in Quentin. But that is not something he would readily admit. He sees Quentin exterior in a way mirrors how Eliot feels on the inside. All of those anxieties and all of those fears and how that manifests itself. Eliot shares that with Quentin, but doesn’t want Quentin to know that and it is a bit of a cover that Eliot is taking. Eliot has also been where Quentin is — he is sort of taken into this magical world of the Brakebills graduate school and that bubble. Eliot also escaped from his past — not entering it in the same way or for the same reasons — but they do share that. So I think Eliot can relate to that experience. They are meant to be friends.

And he repeated the same idea here, as well:

“I think, weirdly enough, Eliot sees a lot of himself in Quentin and it seems that if you were to kind of pry Eliot open and look inside, he would look a lot more like Quentin,” Appleman says. “There’s kind of like an anxious, unsettled, vulnerable, broken little boy in Eliot. Eliot might even be more vulnerable than Quentin, weirdly enough. I think that what Eliot sees when Quentin comes through the bushes in that first episode is someone who he understands, weirdly, and someone who he sees a lot of himself in. There is a similarity between them that Eliot would never admit to or want to discuss ever, but it exists and there’s an understanding between these two characters, and so there’s an innate connection there.”

Anyway, it was intentional, it’s woven through the whole show and two masterclass performances, and they’re perfect!

[vinylreality]

WHO: josiah & hale WHEN: mid 2020 ( ish ? ) WHERE: los angeles county, ca

          life had been a whirlwind since the awkward end of their latest tour.  dynamics shifted on the bus in ways hale never saw coming.  for all the display the night blaise died and for all the promises of love and forever, the demon had cheated.  blaise went back on every single one of those words by sleeping with delaney right under hale’s nose.  then again, the wolf hadn’t exactly been a saint, either.  as fates would have it he’d done the very same thing with josiah.  in that man he’d found so, so many things he never thought possible within himself.  the past two months had honestly been the best of his life on an emotional level.  hale felt like a new wolf.

          looking down, he glances at the healing tattoo adorning his ring finger.  a small heart to match the one josiah had.  though, the teacher’s reasoning to get one had been completely different, hale wanted to turn a painful reminder into something more pleasant.  so, he’d gotten one, too.

          “ so, “ hale pulls his burgundy jeep wrangler up a quiet street to park in front of a patterned concrete driveway.  amber eyes glance over the multi-colored brick and the white garage door off to the side.  his hand slides over the center console to land on his lover’s knee.  “ i know we’ve been doing this for a while but the realtor has a lot more options for us to look at.  just don’t, “ his hand waves as if to stave off any comments he sees coming.  “ ask about the price. “   all the houses they’d rejected so far had been for perfectly valid reasons.  also helped that hale didn’t feel any kind of attachment to any of them.  where he put his head never mattered to him but josiah was looking for some specific criteria, so hale let the other lead the way.

             knuckles are brought up to his lips and amber eyes glance over at the other to make sure everything was okay.  months later he still felt like he was on cloud nine and, oddly enough, in a healthy relationship that didn’t make him want to run for the kills.  in such a short timespan he’d been more open with josiah than he’d been with anyone else in his life, ryleigh and hayden not withstanding.  but, they were different.  they’d known him before all the bad shit went down.  

                                       they knew him before he broke.

             whether he knew it or not, josiah was picking up the pieces and slowly gluing them back together again.

            “ there she is, “ the wolf winks and presses another light kiss to josiah’s knuckles before sliding out the driver side door.  he adjusts the black beanie on his head.  keys slide easily into one of the front pockets of his grey skinny jeans.  when the car door slams it echoes down the street.  from what he’d seen so far it was the perfect neighborhood for he and josiah to take mercy for walks.  maybe the inside of the house would reflect the outside.  “ jenna. “  a hand extends to greet the nice older woman they’d been working with to try and get out of his stupid tiny apartment.  well, not all that tiny.  he, josiah, and mercy fit in it just fine.  it was a tight fit but it worked.  but that didn’t change the fact that the teacher loved books and hale eventually wanted to get him the library he’d lost when he moved out of delaney’s home.  “ what’s on the menu today? “    //   @vinyltruth

[honeyglaze-archived]

BARE AND EMPTY HALLS QUICKLY FILL WITH LAUGHTER, LIFE BREATHED INTO IT’S bones once again -- and rosalie could not help but be reminded of her own emptiness... without life and without will, nothing but hollowed hallways -- cobwebs spun where life had lived... children race, pattering feet racing up and down long forgotten hallways, their giggles -- their laughter both filling the voids and curing the rot that lingered within her veins.    this house and i -- we are the same.    she smiles, head dipping as lashes flutter to a close -- savoring, if just for a moment, the warmth that lingered there -- the mirth, the love which follows each and every roar of sound (children bickering over which room to claim, somewhere some distant giggling as imagination whisks them away on adventure).    ❛  it’s perfect.  ❜    she breathes, head lifting to reveal her crimson gaze, lovingly meeting emmett’s stare, lingering upon wife’s golden cheeks in hope for some reveal of elation -- some semblance of her acceptance -- and happiness. 

head tilts to fall upon his shoulder -- a loving palm taking it’s place upon his chest, where heart would beat and drum against her fingertips -- now hollowed, and emptied just like her own... together, they had found a love to breath life into their veins, allowed a warmth to settle -- to ready their emptiness for more than just one -- A FAMILY...    ❛  -- it’s everything i ever wanted.  ❜

PLOTTED STARTER, ROSALIE MCCARTY.   /   ↺ @grzlys​

[urabitea]

       “YOU DON’T HAVE to fuss over me this much, Deku-kun. It`s only a tiny scrape-” Her attempts to dismiss the care her friend was doling out on her was interrupted abruptly by her sharp hiss, a quick reaction to the cotton swap soaked with disinfectant touching her skin, bloody &. raw from the pavement. She couldn`t even bite her tongue in time to suppress the whimper that followed right after, unable to maintain her carefree smile for that moment. If Ochako was trying to act like she wasn`t in pain before in order to ease Izuku`s worry, then she certainly failed now.

        Though, it`s not like she was going to stop trying.

       “Seriously, this isn`t even the first time I fell off my longboard. This is a common occurrence!” A beat, before waving her hand over her face as if that would shake off her former remark, realizing the implication was not winning her any favors. “Actually, wait --- no, no, no. Not saying this happens often, or that it happens a lot. I think I`m pretty darn good at longboard dancing, if I do say so myself! But I am just saying...!”

       Trailing off, Ochako gently placed her hand over Izuku`s, firm enough to stop him in his tracks without forcing him to pull away. “You don`t have to take care of me, Deku-kun. I`ll be fine, I promise,” she gave her best beaming smile, convincing enough that he might not even be able to notice how red in the face she was over their close contact. ( It doesn`t help that she definitely made a fool of herself by falling right in front of him earlier, too ).

@heromight caught that  ♥.

[itsy-bitsy-spidey]

@roxanna-hale  // plotted thing that’s so late 

      ❝what — can you really tell? is it that obvious?❞ brows pull together on forehead while behind brown eyes there is obvious underlying stress. not something he wanted to hear, necessarily, when asking if he looked NERVOUS.

      it was the night of the dance, and peter was just beginning to get ready for it. he had intentions of asking his aunt to help him out ( big time ) , but before he went to her he had arrived upon the doorstep of his best friend, roxanna, who lived just down the hall in his building. peter had just finished explaining to her the details of how he had asked liz out ( roxanna knew who liz was, she had to by now. peter NEVER shut up about her ), and only wanted advice from the one he considered his big sister on how he should act tonight. her comment didn’t make him any more RELAXED — this night was something he had dreamt about a lot, and now that it was really happening, it had to be perfect. peter took a second to sigh. 

      ❝can you help me, for real, though? i really want this to go well.❞