#rip sweetheart

[samirafee]

#IN LOVING MEMORY of NILS😽🌈❤️

@samirafee

[stnaf-vn]

small question concerning Siren Friend. If Siren Friend could becaume a human for a moment would he go towards MC and be like "now we can be together you don't have any excuse-"

Yes LMAO I imagine it being like he is struggling to get used to having legs so he kinda accidentally tackles them and just.....lays there.

[bonemarr5w]

[sunnyrmrez]

No one asked for this and yet here it is

[thefrenchinterview]

[a-purple-girl]

[thecodeisveroncia]

These are my two little favorite guys hi Keith moon

[ragnarockz]

The Tape

Part 2: Gifting the Tape

Part 1

@sapphictea (cannot believe you're gonna read this bright and early tomorrow that's WILD 🙃)

@whomstthephucque LETSSSSSSSS GOOOOOOOOOO YEET *train whistle*

Alice hands Agnes a coffee the way she takes it and a bag containing her favorite chocolate donut. Agnes mumbles a half-hearted thank you and wraps her hands around her coffee. Alice takes the seat across from her and holds her own coffee between her trembling hands.

They sit there in heavy silence for a minute, then two. Two turns into three, and then five. Alice clears her throat and finally brings her coffee up to her lips. She can barely look at Agnes. The pain on her face reads worse than it was just months ago. It breaks Alice's heart that Agnes looks like she hasn't slept in five months since Nicky's death; the way she looks like she's aged five years.

She watches as Agnes carefully raises her cup to her own lips and doesn't sip. She lets the steam hit her lips and nose; feels the heat and warmth on her skin. She feels frozen in time and space; unable to start or end anything. She's waiting for Alice to say something, anything. Waiting for the shoe to drop in some way or another. Alice swallows her coffee and clears her throat again before she sets her cup down on the table.

Agnes' gaze drifts to the box on the third seat in between them. A rough handwritten 'AGNES' in black sharpie scribbled on the side. She swallows the bile rising in her throat; choking back a sob she knows is coming. Agnes' gaze drifts to the other end opposite the box; the empty fourth seat. Agnes looks directly forward now to Alice, hoping and praying that Alice breaks the silence between them. A knife coming down to cut the tension.

"...You know it's only a six hour drive if the traffic isn't awful..."

Agnes closes her eyes and leans back into the chair. The hard, cold metal hitting under her shoulders. She can barely stand this place anymore; the lights and the smells. The food and the seats and the music they once sang along too. All of it; every single aspect of it. She wants to get up and bolt out the door. Leave her coffee and donut and Alice and whatever the stupid fucking box that has her name on it.

"They have visitor passes and overnight passes...you can stay with me..."

Agnes finally takes a sip from her coffee. It tastes bad. Too sweet. No, too bitter. It's off. Something isn't right about it. Something acidic and not in the way coffee should taste. She puts it down and pushes it forward. She doesn't want it anymore and she's making a point to tell Alice that she doesn't accept it. Won't. Can't.

She fingers the waxed lined bag with her donut inside; the crinkly sound almost too much for her to bear. Her appetite suddenly gone now. She pushes that bag forward as well.

Arms crossed against her chest now, Agnes closes herself off even further. No longer accepting Alice's gifts or words or her. Not even her presence. And fuck whatever was in that fucking box on the third seat.

"We can talk every day."

Agnes licks her lips and laughs under her breath; that snarky, knowing laugh that this is all a joke. Everything that came out of Alice's mouth; her actions, her gifts. All of it. Just a silly fucking joke.

"What's the box for, Alice?"

She was taken aback by Agnes' sudden voice finally making itself known. Alice's own voice was suddenly lost as she tried to wrap her head around Agnes' question.

What was the box for?

Was it to pull her closer or push her away?

"It's yours...well...ours, I guess...just things I want you to have..."

"Why?"

"Because it's us...our stuff. Things I want you to have to remember me and us...and...him too..."

Alice nods her head instinctively towards the empty seat. Agnes closes her eyes again and shakes her head, scoffing at the idea. The mere thought.

She had lost Nicky and now she was about to lose Alice too.

"You don't have to look through it right now or anything...just, take it with you."

Alice sniffed as her tone changed, got lower, got quieter. She felt the shift between them that could never be reversed. Too much had changed in such a short period of time. The other shoe had finally dropped for Agnes; one she had expected to fall within seconds of meeting Alice.

Alice had tried her hardest to keep that stupid red string of fate taut between them; even now as it started to fray in their favorite coffee shop. Would it still be their favorite after this? Would they ever remember it? Would Agnes walk on the opposite side of the street from here on after to avoid it like the plague?

"I have...to go now...Agnes..."

Alice gathered up her coffee and the one she had bought for Agnes that remained mostly untouched as well as the bag with the chocolate glaze getting stale with each second.

She didn't say another word as she walked by the chair with the box on it, the chair that Agnes was still sitting in. Couldn't bear to look at the empty fourth seat as she trashed what was in her hand and walked out. She had parked her car right outside. She couldn't even look up as she unlocked the door and got in. She took a moment to herself as she tried to collect her thoughts, her memories. All the feelings she had and all the feelings she was going to lose. She started up her car and slowly, ever so slowly drove away without looking back.

Agnes, still sitting with her arms crossed over her chest, watched through the window as Alice drove away. The shoe had dropped and all she was left with was a box with her name on it and two empty seats.

[tyresdeg]

x

[laufeysons]

so weak for eddie calling venom pet names

[samirafee]

#FILOS MERLIN🌈😿💔REMEMBRANCE DAY (2020-21) R.i.P SWEETHEART 🐈‍⬛❤️

@samirafee

[nerves-nebula]

Made a meme 4 u

OH MY GOD

[anexistingexistence]

Redacted characters as posts I have in my drafts rn:

"I've been preparing this lasagna for one hour and three minutes and I don't even want to eat it anymore" - Darlin', Angel, Guy, Damien

"I just thought of two guys and god I need them to fuck so badly" - Guy, Lasko, Lovely, Erik probably

"I dropped my eyeshadow palette and now my bathroom floor fucking glitters I hate this" - Vincent, Porter, Damien, Milo&Sweetheart

[nyctibiius]

taking moomin to the vet this evening - the tumors are starting to restrict her mobility, and she’s obviously in a lot of pain.

she had a great run, and I think the least I can do is make sure she goes painlessly.

[rachelstears]

i’m back ,,! (nobody missed me)

Here’s Rachel on her last Halloween ❤️ (10.31.1998)

[bloodpxct]

everytime I think about Gellert using loving nicknames for Albus in english I cringe. they sound so ugly in english 💀