#kosmiskmysterium

[snakesimp]

[ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner. ( auggie and jay ) / @kosmiskmysterium

“fuckin’ asshole.” jay’s still thick in the post-fight adrenaline. usually he can dodge a punch, can pop in his hits and chill ‘til some teacher or coach interrupts, but it happened different this time. no authority around for once off the alley of the school, just his luck considering he just ate a helluva cheap shot. some other senior pissed about a bad pill. whatever. “i’m fine,” he insists, pushing auggie’s hands down, only barely realizing she’s right there, right in his space. he looks back up to where the kid had been pulled back by his homies, can imagine mr. raditch or a cop coming around the corner any second. “you know how to drive?” he asks, pulling his keys from his back pocket and pressing them into her palm. “just down the street.” a demanding addition, comes with an authoritative point of his index finger, right at the tip of her nose. jay moves to go around the side of his car, passenger seat. “hurry up. before the law comes, augustine.”

[sluttyskullowner]

starter! for the lovely: @kosmiskmysterium

“ why did you help me? ”, those words peaked stanley's ears as he looked up from trying to bandage up abbie's bleeding knee, a frown disappeared from this blonde curly haired male's features and was replaced with a smile, one he couldn't hide even if he tried to. " well, we're all victims out stupid henry bowers' tormenting, we gotta look out for each other, yeah? " he offered with a small chuckle. he gently cleaned the wound and placed a band-aid on the cut, before this even occurred the losers club had been looking around the sewers, like totally normal high schoolers do during the early summers before seeing as a girl tumbled down from some bushes onto the grassy ground near the entrance to the smelly grey-water sewers, sort of like a ben 2.0 kind of situation. the group helped abbie to the town of derry, hiding out in an alleyway as they helped abbie, introducing themselves along the way. they all were sort of familiar with the timid-like abbie in some sort of small way, Bev had a few classes with her (biology, algebra) and sat a few feet away from her, bill and eddie's lockers were close to her's, ben had asked her for a pencil once and stanley had seen her in the hallway a few times and at lunch. " not to help, i already know two girls who have been tormented by those jerks plenty, there's no way in hell i'm letting there be three.. wanna hang with us for a while? " he offered, rubbing the back of his neck with a bashful grin while eddie, bill and richie glared at him like; 'really? not even gonna warn us?' how could he not, right? pretty girl? needs help? could be a possible friend or more? hell yeah.

(starting off a little small, don't worry <3)

[anelitistsnob]

@kosmiskmysterium​ asked: "do you want me to go?" ( from ellie )

his sigh & heavy & holds all the weight pent up over his shoulders. it's an unfair question in his mind, one with multiple answers that he can't decide between with any confidence.     he didn't, & he did, & he wasn't sure.     xavier didn't cherish being alone any more than he enjoyed spending time with people, but that didn't mean his social battery was infinite. in times of struggle, he too needed some space to think. not only to gain some perspective, but to make certain that nobody would be caught in the crossfires of his process. his emotions took undefined amounts of time & so much mental energy to process, & his main outlet, art, took focus to complete. there were just so many things he needed to get done, & her presence here wasn't making that easy. however to make her leave now felt cruel. he'd just learned more about what life was like for her outside of their little bubble, & it brought him great sorrow to imagine her making the trip back to that place. all because he wanted some me time. it just didn't feel fair. so maybe it was the latter after all, he just wasn’t sure. the decision he had to make was completely unclear. locked in a situation where he wants to do the right thing, but can sense trouble going down that path left him too stunned to speak.

so he shrugs. pathetically he does the least helpful thing & shrugs at her question. xavier knows it's not a good answer, & she deserves something more definitive, but he just couldn't stomach making a choice that would make things worse for her. not without greater pressure. " maybe ? " & he knew that wasn't much better. you could see it in his eyes, & the way his stance shifts uncomfortably under her gaze. he doesn't want to do this right now, & doesn't know how to make it any easier. all he could do was hope for the best, & insist on her making the decision for herself. with only vague suggestions & a lack of real communication.

" maybe enid is, doing something ? you could go see if she wants to hang out with you ? " it sounded far more like rejection than he wanted, but his eyes can barely stay focused on her & the options were seemingly bleak. " or you can stay. "

[evrmors]

"i've got your back, okay?" isaac tells indigo. ( @kosmiskmysterium ) 

“ yeah, okay, prince charming. “    full fledge of sarcasm and distance,    fingertips    (  stained, chewed to the brim.  )    running through dark hair    (  messy, unwashed  ).    canines burrow into her bottom lip,    wetting the thin skin there,    any distraction to stop her eyes from rolling.    not necessarily rude,    more so dissociated and vaguely amused by the ideology of someone saving her.    indigo is all but ready to dig her dirty sneakers against the pavement and move along,    but sight catches gaze of familiar figures that leave the thin layer of hair sticking up at the nape of her neck.    foster brothers    —    the ones whose pot had become victim of the anarchic girls greedy fingers in the middle of the night before nesting in abandoned building,    unnoticed    (  unmissed.  )    by foster parents.    tongue,    suddenly dry,    sticks to canvassed roof of her mouth as feet drag back,    sheltering herself in front of isaac’s larger frame,    uses him as a safety barrier.    “  fine, you wanna have my back,    charming  ?   ”    eyes flicker up,    digits lifting to tug at the hem of the hoodie he covers himself in.   “  give me your hoodie.  “

[pantherbound]

[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention. ( isaac + rory ) @kosmiskmysterium

now this was embarrassing. really — it’s times like this where rory really loathes her height. she’s got one hand on the counter, her pelvis pressed right against it, and she’s standing on her very tippy toes. but she still can’t seem to stretch and put the empty paint pallets in the cupboard. she’s all about to crawl onto the counter until she feels the presence behind her. instantly, does rory realize who it is, just by their towering height — and she could feel her cheeks turning a shade darker. teeth capture her bottom lip as she lets her feet fall flat, chin tipping up as she watches him take the item from her hand and reach over her to properly put it away. turning her head sideways in order to glance up at isaac, rory could feel her heart patter quicker in her chest. god, he was so… beautiful, and as much as she tried to burry that thought in the abyss of her mind — volunteering with him the last few weeks had made it quite impossible. “oh, thank you.” she finally exhales a half laugh, tucking her auburn hair behind her ear. turning to face him fully, rory motions her hands towards the cabinet. “think we should start investing in some stools — or just a shorter storage space.”

[evrmors]

why did he say that ? if only there was an answer for that very same question that invades his brain every day. a good assumption ? it’s his way to alleviate the fiddly mood with a dash of jest. embarrassment is a rosy shade of red, one that spreads up his neck and coddles his cheeks like his favorite warm blanket. left, right, left, right, he rocks with each side of his nikes, pauses to evaluate the situation ---- dark brows descending into a solicitous expression. “ right, yeah. that might uh, be just beneath flesh eating bacteria on the list of things to go wrong. “ nails scratch at the skin of his neck, sheepish smile flourishing at the edges of his mouth. randall’s eyes lift towards her escape route, finds himself unable to protest, and instead jerks his head into a nod, a heavy step forward before knees bend. “ as long as you promise to unlock the door when you’re over. “ fingers interlock, back of knuckles pressing against his knee, an offering of open palm.

“ things could always be worse. at least you don’t have flesh-eating bacteria, right? ” randall ( @evrmors​ ) said to ruby.

lips pull back, flush against sharky teeth. brows arch in minor amusement as the blonde rocked on her heels, swampy gaze darting between the boy standing beside her, to the locked door – locked from the outside. her arms folded over her chest as the tips of her boots scuffed against the linoleum. “yeah - could be way worse,” her tone is forced to be light - she knew of randall, didn’t know him personally. seemed like she would after this breakfast club type encounter. he was a sweet guy, never one to have much bark, nevertheless any bite. 

he was harmless. who was she to snap at someone as aggressive as a bunny? “only issue,” ruby started, taking grand strides toward the door, chipped nails tapping against the heavy oak. “i have a shift that starts in thirty minutes, and if i’m late, i’ll be royally screwed,” her stare lifted to the window above the door, and she settled on that as their way of escape. “wanna give me a boost?”

[empathos]

answer these and tag 9 people you’d like to know better / catch up with.

last song.    cover letter - sig figs collective 

currently reading.   nothing really, but i want to continue gods behaving badly

currently watching.   rewatching criminal minds & the imposters, & watching the seven for the first time.

last movie.   the guillermo del toro pinocchio (& it was AMAZING)

currently craving.   a giant salad with all of my favourite toppings

tagged by: @venustrape

tagging:  @wednesdcy @pantherbound @kosmiskmysterium @deviaticn @snakesimp & anyone else who wants to do it

[tinkrbell]

for @kosmiskmysterium​ ♡

“you’d look cuter holding my hand, but whatever.”

[anuptowngirl]

My love for Chrissy & Chevy knows no bounds @kosmiskmysterium

[snakesimp]

💋  ─  be caught standing under the mistletoe ( auggie and jay !! ) / @kosmiskmysterium​

their budding acquaintanceship exists primarily in the scope of the sporadic party, tonight is no different. the only thing that’s unusual is that jay’s found himself at a shin dig specifically themed. shannon’s annual chistmas blow out, he’d be remiss to skip it. he hadn’t even truly considered the likelihood of seeing augustine here until she’s pressed up into his chest. it’s a strategic move, one jay planned the minute he noticed her. there she’d gone, moving casually across the party, and there he was, quick to cut her off at a precise location.

“hey, little elf,” he greets, a sharky grin of recognition. “gotta watch where you’re stepping.” as if he hadn’t purposely bumped into her. “well, shit.” his finger points to the ceiling, toward where a piece of mistletoe hangs from the doorway. he doesn’t need to look up to know it’s there, reveals his dastardly plan. “you know what they say. if you ignore it, you’ll get coal for christmas.”

[snakesimp]

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞ ( jay + auggie ) / @kosmiskmysterium​

picking through the ravine is nothing new to jay hogart, could probably find the way with his eyes closed and, in the blue blackness of the night, they might as well be. there’s supposed to be a sick party though, further past the picnic benches his crew usually loiters around. it’s gonna be more selective, not the usually groupies, and he’d taken the opportunity of alexlessness and spent it to bring auggie along. “i know what i’m doing,” he assures absently. jay stops along the vague path, throws a smirk back at her. “you scared or somethin’?” there’s not a lot of threat associated with the degrassi neighborhood, even in the darkest, more remote corners of their local ravine, he imagines the worst they could stumble on is a pissed off squirrel. “don’t worry. i’m the worst thing in these woods.” all smug confidence, hammed up for sure, eventually he rolls his eyes and offers his hand. “listen. you can hear the music. we’re almost there.”

[evrmors]

“ whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no. “ bernie tells zoey. ( @kosmiskmysterium​ )

“     well , that’s a bit quick on the draw ,  don’t yah think ?        “     salmon lips jutting in a dramatic pout that demands rectification .    leans forward until chest meets the bench table ,  allowing her palm to perch like a shelf beneath her pointed chin .    “     i only need a little favor .    wouldn’t even call it that .    more of hm    [ … ]    knowledgeable advice ?     “     coyish grin swallows her features ,  before she exhales a hopeless sigh .     “     let me explain .      there’s a guy in my english class .   to make it quick ,  i fancy him .    he’s loads cute and all ,   and his birthday is coming up .  so ,  i wanna get him a gift .    the best gift ,  of course .    really impress him .    you might be thinking ,  what the fudge does this have to do with me ?    well   [ … ]    bare with me here .    “    splays her free open palm towards him ,  as if to tell him the stories getting good .    “    he’s real into music,    and i’ve heard from a birdie or two that you know lots about music .  i do too ,  but i don’t think he’d be impressed with a madonna or cyndi lauper record ,  as wild as that sounds ,  y’know ??    so , i’m thinkin ,  if you aren’t doin anything after school ,  maybe we could go to a record shop together .    could really help me out , find the most bestest gift .    puhhhh-lease? it’ll be loads fun ! ”     zoey presses that open hand against the other side of her cheek , minx lashes fluttering .     “    what d’yah say ?   ”

[evrmors]

“what are you doing out here by yourself?”mikey asked calliope. @kosmiskmysterium

there’s a flashing green sign that hangs above calliope wilde, one that reads: DO NOT APPROACH. she’s been wearing it well since the move to degrassi ( in fact, she’s been wearing it even longer. ), isolation is the only peace she knows any more. or, more honest — is the only serenity she’ll allow herself. she’s snug against willow tree, distant but still in view of the back of the hellish school, fingers folded against the hardcover of jane eyre by charlotte brontë. eyes so very often flicker towards silver band around wrist, verifying how long her free period has left. this particular space was her solitude away from the ones crowded outside, so when there is a figure clouding the sun from before her, honeycomb hues briefly pause. “ reading. “ answer is fleeting as fair wintry eyes are forced into confrontation. snark is polished as armor, lips pulled tightly straight as she awaits a beat before elaborating. “ alone, which is what i prefer to be. “ hint hint !!

[snakesimp]

send “📞” to receive a drunk phone call from my muse / @kosmiskmysterium

“-- augustine,” jay laughs darkly because there’s one thing he’s pretty sure about and one thing he’s certain of. she probably doesn’t have his number, but she definitely knows who it is with just that single word.

“you too fuckin’ cool to come to the parties now?” he doesn’t expand on how he got her digits, equally prefers the mystery and he’s too drunk to bother. however, he’s just drunk enough to carry conversation with himself in her voicemail. “don’t tell me you need the blonde with you.” sunny, presumably. “leave her at home next time.” there’s a pause as he mumbles something to somebody near him, then falls right back into his spiel. “you pissed ‘cause of the ravine thing? sean said he had your back and shit which -- interesting. you know my boy.” it’s by the grace of god and tequila that a flash of jealousy is revealed briefly in his tone. “whatever. you got my digits now. for a good time, call.”

[pantherbound]

rory isn’t exactly how this started, let alone who threw the first paint. what she does know, is that she had stepped away for just a moment, and came back to a full on paint war. soft spoken scolding had been met with an eruption of laughter from the kids, turning rory into their next target. she should’ve probably scolded them better, directed their attention elsewhere for the sake of saving supplies of paint — and avoid the scrub bath they’ll all need later that night. but the wide grins and happy eyes as the kids dragged their fingers across the fabric of rory’s clothes, she couldn’t help but reel in the moment rather than worry about the future, causing her to join in on the playfulness. “i’ll take full responsibility when their parents come to pick them up, i promise.” rory nods, smile spread across her features as her gaze meets isaac. lips roll inwards as the pad of his finger brushes against her cheek, and she can’t help but laugh under her breath. “well, if you insist. kids?” chin drops down to glance at the children, nodding her head towards isaac, signaling them to go ahead. lifting her pallet of colors, rory asks isaac — “you have a color preference?”

“ okay, i swear this is not what it looks like. ” rory ( @pantherbound​ ) said to isaac.

hands had been nestled into the pockets of cargo khakis, chin jutted up in amusement as hazels take the opportunity to survey the scene in front of him. rory had been surrounded by a cluster of students, the entire group lathered in washable paint, splotches of pink and purple stained the girl’s cheeks, and god … the clothes of these kids – their parents were not going to be happy. “well what it looks like,” he paused, a glimmer of amusement igniting in his stare, “is that you guys had all the fun without me – if y’all wanted to fingerpaint you should’ve just said, i wasted all my time getting brushes!” a small huff left his lips as he looked to the kids with slight disapproval. kids would be kids, messes would happen, but that was no reason to punish them. he crouched down, dipping his finger into the glob of paint on rory’s cheek as he painted a smile onto his white shirt, “alright, we’ve gotta catch me up, i’m missing out on the mess and i’m interested in participating,”

[pantherbound]

the summer heat was hot, even for toronto’s standards. explains why the camping group has decided to head towards the campsites lake, hoping to cool off until the sun settled a little more breezy. stella had only attended this camping trip with finley and his friends because bernie had mentioned that his group of friends would also be at the campsite, having their own getaway. sure, spending time with finley was a bonus, they’ve been camping together dozens of times, and it was always a blast. but spending time with bernie was also a priority this week, which had recently been a common thing. explains why she told finley she’d be back later in the day. dressed in baby blue bikini with a pair of denim shorts to keep herself seemingly more modest until they hit the water, estella clings to bernie’s side like she normally does, flip flops dragging through the dirt, chin tilted over her shoulder to briefly glance at the others setting up a little place for them to relax. she figures they’ll all end up grouped together, splashing in the water a little later, playing games and joking around like they usually do. but right now? stella and bernie are creating a short amount of distance away from them, seeking solace in being alone together for a small part of the day.

facing her attention back forward, stella notices a small field of ferns and flowers outlining the lake, has her grin automatically widening. “oh, pretty!” always an admirer of floret, a trait passed down for her grandmother, estella is instantly leaning over to brush her fingers against the petals. tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth, lips pursing into a pout while brows push together in thought. “aw, some of them are wilting. probably because of the heat. too much sun, poor babies are probably dehydrated. which, is such a bummer considering they’re right next to a body of water. if only they had cute little legs to just.. scoot and take a sip.” light sigh escapes her, and by the time stella is turning her head to speak to bernie, ( @kosmiskmysterium ) a bouquet of half dead, half thriving flowers are pushed in her direction.  

“oh-” taken back, legs straighten out, pivoting to face him as soft hands reach to take it from him. examining the bouquet, estella finds her smile returning, this time a little more bright, heartfelt. “well aren’t you just the most sweetest gentleman?” her jest is soft, flickering her gaze up at him. a beat of thought before stella plucks one of the more lively flowers from the bunch, standing on her toes to reach up to tuck it behind bernie’s ear. falling flat on her feet, she gives him an approving nod. “there we go. now you’re the most sweetest and handsomest.”