#initcne

[arachnidiots-a]

spell out your url using song titles. then, tag as many people as there are letters in your url :

A - all things end by hozier

R - rivers and roads by the head and the heart

A - august by flipturn

C - call your mom by noah kahan

H - homesick by noah kahan

N - (nice dream) by radiohead

I - i spend too much time in my room by the band camino

D - don't stop me now by queen

I - if this is the last time by lany

O - only friend by wallows

T - talk to you by ricky montgomery

S - sedona by houndmouth

tagged by : @bledf1rst tagging : @altrxisme @repcntant @automnic @channelno4 @hauntrcss @nclson @inaredflush @dvarapala @initcne @otvechet @thanatologies @strongenough

[inflamearc]

WHAT DOES YOUR HEART LOOK LIKE?

broken, missing pieces that once were there. your heart has been torn before, chipped and maybe even shattered. some pieces will never be recovered, and you are shaped by the loss. but it can still be shaped into something tangible, something good, even with its flaws and imperfections. you don’t have to do all the work of rebuilding by yourself. allow other hands to leave their fingerprints on the new heart you create from the remnants. tagged by: @debtbound tagging: @beatup, @initcne, @fauxcette

[tracksdowna]

EVERYONE SHUT UP DALLAS' MAIN SQUEEZE HAS RETURNED FROM THE WAR (@initcne)

[mrf34r]

@initcne said the emoji looks like Elliot... can confirm

[roguedallas]

@initcne    →    spotify wrapped (69)

❝  this could be the one — this could be the end.  ❞

[bruisedconscience]

@initcne liked for a starter!

“Larry said to be on the look-out for our newest Sabretoothed Tiger cub, which is...apparently missing. I don’t imagine a small, frightened creature would attack any part of this museum unprovoked, but perhaps it would. And it’s fangs, as I understand, are still quite small.” Ahk narrowed his eyes at Darlene’s screen.

“That does not resemble the Museum Inventory database. Are you...perhaps writing a novel?” There were many words on Darlene’s screen, and symbols...which Ahk didn’t immediately understand. Excitement bloomed behind his eyes, lit up his expression. “Are you writing a story in Sanskrit?”

[notveal]

@initcne​ asked: ❝ i won’t go until you come outside. ❞

darlene  alderson  is  the  sibling  julie  grigio  never  had, and even now she encourages her to be reckless and evade john grigio like the plague he had become in her life. her breath hitches as she listens to the brunette talk, a lifeline to the outside while she’s on ‘house arrest’. not real house arrest mind you, but the kind that comes with an overbearing father who refuses to believe you are technically an adult. audrey is too relaxed, looking for a friend. john is too rigid, looking for a soldier. she cannot be both, fragmenting her personality into bite sized pieces for them to eagerly digest. she’s tried it before and been exhausted.

the  brunette  is  trying  to  save  her  in  her  own  way.   julie’s never been quite as grateful for it, even if the idea of coney island and crappy hot dogs doesn’t sound quite as delightful; the idea of companionship does. she aches for companionship beyond nora, beyond her little bubble of life, something real and there in her hands. unfortunately for john grigio; her room has fire escape access. so she climbs out like the rebel she is, but not before locking her bedroom door and yelling good nigh to her father. better to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission; she pulls herself away from the bones of her world and into the night of new york. 

❛  sorry  it  took  so  long,  you  know  how  he  is.  ❜

[sunsetsoft-a]

elinor x darlene ( @initcne )           template.

[withaconscience]

missed opportunities; 

closed unplotted unprompted starter for @initcne​​ 

Barry went to stand up for his stop, but his bag snagged on something. Looking behind him, his head nearly hitting the top of the train car let alone the bar to hold, he saw a girl’s foot was caught in his backpack strap. 

“Uh... Sorry,” Barry said, pulling gently at the top handle of his bag again, “just need to...get my backpack from you, there.” 

He was on his way home from a hit. His handgun was tucked away warm against the small of his back, but he did still need the backpack. It had his burner phone and Fuches’ “foolproof” alibis in it. 

[ficjhtclub]

@mostloquacious​: “r eats people”

me: 

[voieur]

            ❛  i’m  ninety - percent  convinced  that  your  bag  of  candy  just  spontaneously  refills  on  it’s  own,  ❜  she has no proof to the contrary yet,  ❛ but,  uh  — what’s  up?  ❜          /            ♡   :   @initcne​.

[notveala]

@initcne​ asked:  🌟🌟🌟     ↳  send 🌟 for a headcanon about our muses’ relationship.

the first night julie and darlene actually bonded was at twelve thirty am, darlene hadn’t really meant to run into her but it just kind of happened. the blonde was busy tagging something, it wasn’t even a second thought but she handed darlene the spray can and told her to go nuts. afterwards they grabbed pizza and talked shit about a bunch of things. primarily julie’s dad and darlene’s ex.  julie has a couple of drawings she did of darlene, but they’re kind of horrifying. darlene had mentioned offhandedly that she did ballet, and the idea fascinated julie. she gave darlene one of these drawings as a gift, and while the hacker said she liked it --- julie’s not entirely sure. her art can be a hit or a miss for most people. darlene joked that she looked like a cryptid. darlene and julie have a habit of texting each other emojis when they need to get out of a situation. some people have codewords; they have emojis. it’s usually animal crossing related, so, animal emojis. julie usually ends up texting darlene when her dad’s drunk and she’s not sure where to go because she doesn’t have the energy to climb buildings. darlene’s never really used the lifeline except once, and julie was there with sour patch kids.  fun fact: julie always wanted a big sister and would die for darlene.

[tabletglows]

unspoken fluff starters. accepting! 

@initcne​ asked: Making space for them to sit. 

Larry and Darlene’s duties often intersected, but the two occupations were still very much different from one another. While Larry bustled about breaking up fights, settling disputes, and pulling Dexter out of places Dexter should not be in, Darlene could often be found tucked away in some comfortable spot running through the archives with her unfathomably small computer. 

Ahk’s face always got a little hot whenever he spoke with Darlene, but luckily, despite having not seen the sun for centuries, he still wasn’t so pale as to flush noticeably. ...Small mercies. She moved her backpack over so that Ahkmen could sit beside her and see better what she was doing. He fiddled with his bracelets a bit, smiling softly, before sitting next to her. 

“I think,” he said, gesturing to one of the traditional Inuit rucksacks on the screen, “the lions got ahold of that last night... I don’t think it...lived to tell the tale, so to speak.”

[tracksdowna]

bites him

hm, feelin' feisty tonight are we? [kisses her on the top of her head]

[mrf34r]

y’all remember that emoji head ep?

sharp style insp by @bedelian, emoji ideas via @initcne click through for better quality!

[twicestung]

@initcne​  :     ‘  sit  down.  you’ve  done  enough  for  tonight,  ’

     SHE  DIDN’T  WANT  TO  STOP,      if  she  did  then  everything  would  come  crashing  down  and  she  wanted,  she  needed  it  to  keep  it  together.      months  of  hibernation,  that’s  what  it  felt  like,  months  hidden  away  so  she  couldn’t  be  used  against  anyone,  completely  unaware  that  the  dark  army  and  white  rose  had  faked  her  death  to  try  and  keep  elliot  in  line.      price  had  never  told  her  about  that,  nor  had  he  mentioned  that  he  was  trying  to  help  elliot  take  down  white  rose,  he  had  been  trying  to  give  her  the  retribution  that  she  had  so  badly  craved  but  too  scared  to  do  it  herself.      she’d  never  get  a  chance  to  say  thank  you,  for  helping  her,  for  giving  her  the  money  she  had,  for  finally  doing  the  right  thing.      the  moment  she  had  heard  about  price  being  shot  openly  by  white  rose,  she  knew  she  had  to  come  back,  only  arriving  back  in  new  york  to  hear  about  the  nuclear  disaster  that  had  been  stopped  by  elliot.      there  had  been  nowhere  else  she  wanted  to  be  than  with  elliot  and  darlene.

     SEEING  DARLENE  FOR  THE  FIRST  TIME  IN  MONTHS  WAS  EXTREMELY  EMOTIONAL,      especially  considering  the  last  time  they  saw  each  other,  she  had  been  losing  it  and  now,  she  focused,  feeling  more  like  herself  again  and  ready  to  have  her  family  back  around  her.      despite  not  wanting  to  stop,  she  does  sit  down  with  darlene,  not  letting  go  of  the  other’s  hand.      she  had  been  alone  in  a  house  with  only  a  few  trusted  house  staff,  she  didn’t  realise  how  deprived  of  contact  she  was  until  she  knew  she  didn’t  want  to  let  go  of  darlene’s  hand,      “      the  moment  i  heard  about  price      .      .      .      i  knew  i  had  to  come  back,  i  had  no  idea  what  i  was  coming  back  to  or  that  they  had  faked  my  death,      ”      she  explained,  she  could  only  imagine  the  pain  that  had  caused  them,  but  she  was  here  now  and  she  wasn’t  going  anywhere,      “      what  the  hell  happened?      the  news  said  elliot  stopped  washington  township  melting  down  after  white  rose  tampered  with  it,      ”      angela  was  sure  more  details  would  come  out  over  time  but  she  only  cared  about  moving  forward  with  elliot  and  darlene,      “      i’m  sorry  for  leaving,  for  everything      .      .      .      i  missed  you  so  much,      ”

                         meme  that  got  lost