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[undead-knick-knack]

Original pics taken from this post 😂

[dylanisdazed]

M O O D

[bloodybosom]

Hair pulling, the ultimate flex.

[macandstella]

- f scott fitzgerald

insp credit (x)

[loopstagirl]

Sprawled across the sun lounger at the edge of the pool, Scott found he was lazily watching his two youngest brothers. Alan was certainly making full use of the pool whilst Gordon was not allowed in, and in retaliation, the red head had every single ball the boys had ever owned lined up next to him, chucking them at his younger brother's head every time Alan surfaced. Scott was sure that he probably be doing something to stop the pair of them, but if he was honest, he was too thankful that they were all there in order for them to be messing around like that. What he couldn't believe, however, was that Alan had yet to realise that if he stopped throwing the balls back, Gordon would quickly run out of ammunition. That was the slight draw back with having a broken leg, once Gordon was in a certain position; it took him a lot of effort to move from it, something Alan was more than making the most of. It had been three days since he had regained consciousness only to see his immediate younger brother convulsing on the next bed. Three days since Jeff had let slip how close to losing the field commander that had become, three days since Scott had enlisted John's help to sneak from the infirmary in order to be by Virgil. He knew their father knew precisely who was behind helping him escape, but amazingly, John still hadn't admitted to it.

"Oi, Scott! Where are you? Don't think hiding is going to put me off, bro!"

Smirking humourlessly, Scott watched with raised eyebrows as Virgil came bursting out from the house, a small bag clutched under one arm. Groaning quietly, the eldest brother found he automatically shrank back into the shade of the house, waiting to see how long it was going to take the medic to find him this time. It wasn't like he was deliberately hiding from the artist, but Virgil seemed to have developed a slightly worrying habit of wanting to stick needles in his brother. Apparently, it was to carry on combating any affects the poison may have had on his body, and that should he take them by mouth, he would be spending all day taking the medication. At least, that was what Virgil claimed. Personally, Scott just thought Virgil was enjoying the power he had over his oldest brother this once far too much.

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[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

( OW )

Picks at a fresh wound, reaching in and in and in until...

The source of the damage comes free, shining like the small, flat bullet in planetary flesh it is.

It's... a manhole cover.

What.

[gabriellegodd]

i look a mess

[prxdk]

Stretching Branches

Rating: K+

“They love each other, but, as friends, they stand too close to realize it” - Ally

A faint tug inside her chest cavity, behind her lungs; the pain matched the beating of her heart. Her gaze held on to the dancing ballpen guided by Christine’s digits like a majestic ice skater, leaning to the right, to Mac, whose soft smile Stella mirrored even if it cracked at her eyes.

The officiant shifted on his feet, rubbing his nose with his digits before clearing his throat - Bonasera didn’t miss the quick roll of his eyes when the bride beamed at Taylor.

She cleared her throat, slammed her high heels against the wood of the counter, held the old man’s gaze when he jumped and turned to her.

A scoff to her left and she caught Mac grinning at her, she winked at him. Familiarity seeped into her veins, it choked the pain in her chest – for a second –, then turned to choke her on its way out of her ribcage.

Her former partner faced the document, leaned in to sign it.

Time stretched as ink marked paper, the curves and edges of his calligraphy releasing a weak scent. Each letter sealed fate, changed the order of the world, opened a branch on the multiverse, defined a new reality. And, in the seconds it took him to finish, one of the branches flashed before her eyes.

She had signed first, she had never left, she had become his wife.

Stella gulped, smiled, then shook her head. A woman of evidence worked with reality and, the evidence was clear: she was happy for him, he deserved this happiness.

The ache faded, stolen away like a spring goddess, to a quiet box in the back of her mind, labeled as nothing but a passing thought.

In another life maybe. In this one, she was just happy he was happy.

[lunarwolfmoon08]

(via GIFER)

[clickityweasel]

had a real life "and everybody clapped" moment and im still reeling. spent the rest of the ride comparing butterfly pics with the old lady next to me trying to identify it

[bloodybosom]

[witnessprotectionprogramurl]

[skipar00]

fuck it I was persuaded to post

New Orleans Miku

[smackedlifesociety]

Smacked

[walkgleeshwalk]

what cinnamon toast crunch? i don’t even like cinn-