#hii hope this is okay!

[facepeeled]

continued from here / @ufoxlogy

she's used to vagrants coming in late at night like this, seeking shelter from the cold, damp streets. an all night diner shines like a beacon. but rarely are they covered in blood. and even rarer did they dress in tailored suits, with a fresh shave and salon haircut.

this man is no vagrant-- but still he stumbled in bleeding like a stuck pick and looking for shelter. she doesn't appreciate his sarcasm, shoves one of the rags she uses to wipe down tables into his hands. "no mop-- but you can have this," she says. it's not a clean rag by any means, but it'll get the blood off his hands easy enough.

"let me guess: i should see the other guy," she jokes, wondering if anyone could look worse than this man does currently. "are you okay? you wanna sit down?"

[catastrxblues]

EVERMORE by taylor swift (feat. bon iver) — “and i was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step. and i couldn’t be sure, i had a feeling so peculiar, this pain wouldn’t be forevermore.”

my #swiftiegiftexchange2024 for @lovesickallovermybed!!!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽

[kentoavenue]

[ 23:46 ] - suguru geto

it’s nearly midnight when you step out of the izakaya, your steps heavy and mind hazy. one of your hands reach out to support your weight on a wooden pillar, and you take a moment to breathe and rein in your consciousness.

you blink up at the izakaya’s entrance lighting, a yellow hue contrasting across the planes of your face, the izakaya’s wooden sign swaying silently in tokyo’s midnight breeze.

you’ve been here more times than you’d like to admit—usually during nights like these, when your head wanders too far and your heartstrings feel like they might just snap at the slightest touch.

you’d stumbled across this place on accident one desperate sunset, needing somewhere to carve out that hurt.

so far, it worked.

up until two months ago, that is.

you had first felt that presence that one night you were about to walk the twenty-minute distance back home, but had brushed it off as the alcohol making its way to your head.

‘it’s nothing,’ you had convinced yourself.

but the next time you felt it again. and then again. and then again.

that’s ending tonight, though. you were tired of that little voice in your head always telling you to look over your shoulder, to check.

so instinct moves your feet forward, stepping towards the entrance of the street’s darkened alleyway.

and there it is—a figure.

your tipsy state really wasn’t helping the fact that the figure seems to be blending with the shadows, and you almost take another step forward when the figure slightly retreats back further into the darkness.

almost. and it hits you then.

“suguru.”

and he physically stills.

you should have known.

should have known it was him all along. that the instinct you felt was not really instinct at all, but habit.

“how long are you going to keep this up?”

it’s silent for a moment, before suguru geto steps out towards you, stopping a couple feet away. his gaze drags across your face, dropping lower at your lips, then back up again.

“i forgot how beautiful you were.” he says.

you release a breath of disbelief, opening your mouth to argue, when he continues.

“i’ve always known you were beautiful,” suguru raises a hand, as if to brush your hair out of your face, but halts mid-air. “it seems i forgot how much.”

“you didn’t answer my question.”

he drops his hand.

“as long as it takes.”

“for what, suguru?” you take a step back, mind beginning to clear now.

“for me to know you’ll always get home safe.”

you look at him then. actually, look at him.

his eyes are a shade darker than when you had last seen him, ebony hair now much longer than it was. it’s like it’s him, but not really. not anymore.

“you don’t get to decide that, suguru. you left.” you point your index finger at him, seething with pent up rage and grief. “you left your old life behind, left me behind. and now after a year you’re doing this?”

suguru inhales a breath, as if readying himself to explain. but you don’t let him.

“you left without warning, no letters, no calls. nothing.” tears begin to prick your eyes, and you tilt your head to the sky, as if to take them back in. “imagine what i felt when i saw that execution report.”

“i know.” suguru decides against explaining then, instead allowing you this moment to lash out—he deserves this, anyway. “i’m sorry.”

“no, you don’t get to apologize.” you reach your hands out onto his chest, and push back.

you ignore how warm his body is under your palms, how familiar yet distant the contact feels. how much your fingers want to pull him in instead of pushing back. but you do.

“you left me grieving over someone who was still alive. someone who meant the world to me.”

you continue to push, push, and push his body back towards the shadows, back to where you won’t have to see him, and he lets you.

“and while i was out there barely continuing life without you, you were off to god knows where with no sense of guilt.”

“i was always with you, sweetheart.” suguru takes ahold of your wrists, halting your efforts to push any further. and his eyes soften when you finally look at him again. “you never knew, i made sure of that. but i’m always with you.”

and he pauses for a second, as if contemplating tonight.

“forgive me, sweetheart.”

“forgive you for which part?” you jerk your wrist away, but he holds on.

“for this part.” and he kisses you, one hand moving up to tilt your face towards his.

it’s raw, his kiss. it’s brimming with months and months of all the stages of grief, of wanting, of all the things left unsaid.

you know you should push him away again, pry yourself out of his hold, but a broken part of you misses this—misses him.

“you left. you left. you left.” you repeat, over and over, fingers clutching at his shirt.

and suguru repeats back i knows and i’m sorrys, over and over again, more times than you can count.

he’ll say it a hundred times more if that’s what it would take for you to believe him. a thousand times more.

[hornetvoid]

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[abeluser]

happy birthday @yummycrummy 🎂

[astralfms]

@dreamerfms // celeste's loft

"i feel like i haven't seen you in four years," she exclaimed, ushering noa into her living room where she'd laid out their girls night essentials. snacks, wine, cozy pillows and blankets, and america's next top model on the tv. realistically, it had been a few days max since she'd last seen her, but no one would be able to convince celeste that it didn't feel the same. "what have i missed out on in the life of noa ? i need everything, and don't spare the juicy details."

[heirofhermes]

@lcbcshcart liked this for a starter

"Mr. Reinhart?" Sebastián greeted, poking his head through the door with a cup of coffee in his hand. It wasn't every day that he visited the FBI, but it always seemed to be memorable... Perhaps today wouldn't be the exception.

"I'm Sebastián Atehortúa, the Skadden lawyer who first came across the russian mob involvement with our mayor... I was told to come find you."

[soothedcerberus]

Tricky Treat! :3c

Tricky tricky treat!! U get his better side

[kittykittyanon]

♡♡introooo!!! ---- (≧▽≦)//

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[homelander-rp-blog]

Continue from here. @godstrayed

Attacking the White House was such a bad idea, how he got too cocky like this?! it was just a start for the company's downfall and soon, he had lost everything, the government changed to martial law after he killed Victoria.. only because he got paranoid, people becoming aggressive toward supes and everywhere around the country, they were hunting for people with V. blue V found a way in black marketing and it's why John is here, finally finding a clue after months living incognito between the people. oh, he's about to build the company from the zero with his bare hands. This asshole of course, the very responsible man selling, John has his doubt he's also making illegal version of V too, is one of scavengers named 'Negan' and John didn't hesitate to introduce himself, trying to scare the man to hand him the V like a good boy. He rolls his eyes "yeah, that was the worst thing I've ever done and it's why I'm here for.. I want to remedy the wound I left on this people by fixing all the mistakes and first thing I'm about to do is getting back the blue V out of street-trashes' hands like you" he knows it's not good place to get physical, considering the police force is after him too like hunting dogs but he'll use his powers if the man's determined on his stupidity.

[praynot]

cont. ｡° ⸻ @fearinfected.

It was Eddie's panicked plea that pulled Lee out of her reverie, eyes doe-wide with fear and confusion. Her brows furrow just barely a touch before she scrambles over towards his pack, fingers fumbling at the zipper before ripping it open and digging around for the little plastic administer of comfort.

It was real.   Eddie saw It, too.   That thing. That clown. That demon. It wasn't something she imagined in the dark corners of her room, looming over Momma, bringing out words that didn't make sense from her mouth. It wasn't some manifestation of her guilt   ( for being alive? for being disobedient? Lee doesn't know if she'll ever be sure what the guilt was )   and it certainly wasn't something made-up. Eddie saw It, too...

As she procures the inhaler, she's quick to bring it to Eddie's mouth, taking in a deep breath with him like a silent and steadfast guide into calm serenity.

       ❝ In deep, Eddie, ❞   she chirps, voice quiet like a bird as she rubs another hand at his arm   ( something she'd seen on T.V. when characters try comforting each other ).   An uncertain stiffness hits her shoulders and she looks between his eyes, taking in another deep breath with him.   ❝ You're okay. You're okay.. ❞   She was trying to convince the both of them.

It was real. and Lee didn't see where It went after It waved and disappeared, taking their peace with It.

[wingsoar]

@onigiram sc

Robin   didn't   like   the   look   of   this   man.   It   wasn't   because   of   his   scar   riddled   face,   something   just   felt..   unnervingly   off   about   him.   Their   eyes   met   and   a   shiver   immediately   ran   down   her   spine.

".......H-Hello   ..."   she   paused   ....   hands   folding   politely   in   front   of   her.   "was...   there   something   you   .....needed?"

[neverletyoufall]

"Jeez, I don't even wanna know how you got that battle wound there; sit down and let me fix it up, won't you?"

@swanprincessodette

"Ah--" He flinched slightly at the brush of fingers against the wound. "I got into a swordfight with a toad. I suppose I could have changed sizes and stepped on him… but it didn't seem sporting." Cornelius's natural form was around three inches tall, but the fae's magic was capable of making him human-sized, provided he was content to be earthbound. His wings wouldn't carry him at this size, and they faded into a lovely gold tattoo on his back.

"Thank you, Odette. That is kind of you." He sat, shrugging gently out of his jacket so she could attend to the injury. A swordfight didn't explain the nasty burn. He'd neglected to mention that the toad was fighting with a torch, not a sword, but he felt silly enough about it as it was. He'd never gotten along with toads after they kidnapped Thumbelina. It didn't matter that he'd found her and they'd parted friends. They'd still rubbed him the wrong way ever since.

[sacrificide]

*̲ @dioica : i have no fear, nor no one should.

a thoughtful hum is elicited at the girl's words, and his gaze rakes over her in something that one might almost mistake for admiration; her words seem to be truthful enough. he finds no hints of deception, no sign that her heart is truly gripped by fear despite the words at her lips. he wishes he could find it within himself to be as brave as her. what a silly thing to wish. he averts his gaze from her fully now, pivoting away from her so he might look out the balcony instead. the sun sits high in the sky, casting its golden glow across the city. he tips his head as if lost in thought, before he glances over his shoulder at her once more. ❛     you do not fear even death?     ❜

[acasternaut]

20 29 30 hi red

hi rigby ^_^

20. what is your favourite song at the moment?

hmmm hard 2 pick just one favorite. ive really been enjoying cant stop the music by village people :0

29. favourite film(s)

spvtw my wife... my favorite movie on planet earth.. other favorites include hot rod, nausicaa, catws, n saw :]

30. favourite tv show(s)

YOU ALREADY KNOWW :D sunny is not only my favorite show but one of my favorite things ever lol. other than sunny probably mob psycho, riverdale, and ummmm. riverdale again

[inferrnos]

𐙚‧ "what doesn't kill you makes you develop a weirdness with intimacy." / @iinvu