#theo / paras

[morangoowada]

DEBATES IN BRAZIL ARE THE BEST THING EVER, THE GUY CALLED THE OTHER A COWARD THAT WASN'T "MANLY ENOUGH" TO SLAP HIM AND THEN THIS HAPPENS

[ningstars]

💗 In your mind. (Keeho + Theo)

▪︎ Disponível para doação; Adote aqui♡

▪︎ Psd por colour-source♡

▪︎ Créditos, sempre♡.

💭 Essa capa foi um surto que eu tive, fiz ela por pura influência e surto por conta do fandom de seis pessoas no spirit...🤭

Pessoas entrem para o fandom, que eu faço capas do meninos para vcs, vamos fanficar e fofocar com/do o P1harmony no spirit!

[Abra, para melhor qualidade♡].

[workestyling]

Twister Bros (20/07/2024)

gostou? adote aqui: 🕹️

leia aqui: 🕹️

[mahgi]

oi, faz icon do theo do ph1armony?

Espero que goste <3

ㅤㅤㅤ𖣠 ICONS THEO (120X120) . • °

Like ou reblog se usar! Créditos não são obrigatórios, mas sempre apreciados.

⠀

[amazegallery]

Paixão das paixões e As the world caves in

Capas para o blog StellarUniverse e para o projeto FantasyIsland Post: 12/11/24

As capas opostas jskasjaks enquanto a do SU tá toda fluffy clarinha a do fantasy tá depressiva capenga

[secondscns]

"are you kidding me? that podcast is a literal nightmare, they should be sued for, i don't know, interfering with an investigation or something. hope's barely cold and they got a sponsorship." how did they get a sponsorship? they seem like nobodies but apparently it didn't take much but the promise of sensationalism. it didn't help they made a point in the episode to say the most obvious shit like 'the boyfriend' did it. he did not need that on his head when the police just talked to him.

theo ran a hand through his hair, huffing. "look, sorry i raised my voice. i just hate what they're saying."

[theobrowningfd]

· · ─── Theo: a self para ──── · ·

Who: Theo and various personnel from the Merrock Fire Department and Merrock Hospital

Where: A house in the suburbs

When: November 8, 2024 (midafternoon, midshift)

Trigger Warnings: Fire, personal injury, hospitals, doctors

The last thing he remembered was the sound of crunching and then pain and then nothing. The sound of an alarm was blasting near his head, the same head that was pounding and telling him to breathe. But his lungs weren’t cooperating, he wasn’t able to inhale or exhale without a sharp pain to his side, or even at all. After what felt like hours, he could start to hear what sounded like voices yelling, “firefighter down, firefighter down!”

They called out, to whom? Theo didn’t know, but thankfully they would be there soon. And then black. The next thing he knew, he was being hoisted up onto a gurney, his body slamming onto the surface as he tried to yell out. But he couldn’t get any sound out, he couldn’t lift his head, but he could see people clamoring around him. The EMTs hovering above him as he felt a pinch in his hand and then a cool sensation flowing through his veins. The sounds of fabric ripping as they cut off his shirt after taking off his jacket. Before long he felt a stabbing pain in his ribs and then air. Sweet, sweet oxygen flowing in and out of his lungs. He finally was able to speak, “ca-call someone,” he breathed out and then he couldn’t speak again, the medicine helping ease the pain, made him go limp.

The ride to the hospital felt like a blip, a mere snap of one’s fingers between being loaded into the ambulance and being whisked into the Emergency Room. Things were still hazy and he was still in pain from somewhere, in fact his whole body hurt, even to breathe. The voices of those around him were fuzzy, only being able to pick up a word or two, before the beeping of machines replaced the voices. A machine overhead buzzed, and then a quick flash. Then hands, he felt hands on his chest, his head, a light in his eyes, flashing. Everything was a blur and all he wanted to do was close his eyes and sleep. And before he knew it, he was.

Slowly but surely waking up, he tried to lift his head, but it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. Opening his eyes, it took him a moment to remember what happened and where he was. As he was coming to, the outlines of doctors and nurses came into focus and he felt like he had been hit by a truck. The nurse that was in his room went to grab a doctor as he tried to sit up, a blinding pain stabbing him in his side. “You better not try to move,” the voice told him as the doctor entered, to which Theo nodded. “You had a nasty fall during a fire. You’re going to be okay, but you’re going to be out of commission for quite some time.” The doctor stated, Theo trying to speak, reached for the cup of water, as a nurse brought it to his lips. Taking a sip before speaking, his voice hoarse, “did anyone else get hurt? Did they all get out okay?" He asked before being shushed by the nurse and the doctor. " Wait did any one call my siblings? Or my girlfriend? Do my kids know?” He asked, wincing in pain as he took a slow breath trying to figure out what to do, he tried to get up before the nurse intervened and told him he needed to rest. "Someone call them.....," he replied before drifting off again from the meds.

[fvtheo]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 ; theodore wright's outfit !

[thecelestexzhao]

closed - @theotanaka

where - the carnival

Celeste debated even going to this thing since these big events always highlighted how alone she felt as she watched couples or families all together, but ultimately she found herself going anyways, even caving and buying herself a rather large cotton candy to just pick at as she walked around.

She didn't get far though before she heard a little girl crying and she looked over, seeing the heartbroken girl and her ice cream dropped on the boardwalk. A second later, Celeste realized who she was with- seeing Theo, her coworker. She'd heard him speak of his daughter, so she figured this must be who it was. Darting through the crowd, Celeste quickly headed over, briefly meeting Theo's eyes before she crouched down in front of the little girl, "Hey! It's okay! You wanna try of some this? I couldn't decide between pink or blue, so I got a mix of both and they're super yummy together. And it's fun to eat, which means noooo crying."

[wyatt-hennessy]

Location: Harley's Gourmet Burgers With: @theobaudelaire

Wyatt stood in the line, waiting for his turn to order, minding his own business while also being very aware of a rowdy group of younger folk just in front of him. They were chatting amidst themselves, loud and boisterous as young folk tended to be, full of youthful enthusiasm. He was keen to continue ignoring them until one made accidental eye contact and that seemed to invite the young lad into talking to him. First it wasn't anything Wyatt was all too interested in, the young man laughing about the joke that had been told and trying to get a laugh out of him as well but Wyatt only nodded with an expressionless face. The younger man continued though, not taking the hint and now mentioned, "If you check in to this place online and buy a beer, you can get a second one free!" So that was the reason they were there in such a large group, to take advantage of this promotion. Wyatt nodded again, accepting the information and looked away, hoping the younger man would lose interest in him and go back to joking with his friends.

Maybe if he struck up a conversation with someone else it would further deter the young man so that's exactly what Wyatt did, turned to the person waiting in line behind him and asked in his drawling accent, "I don't suppose you're here for that deal?" Under the assumption the person behind him would have heard.

[matthewbaudelaire]

Location: Grocery Store With: @theobaudelaire

Matthew did as much of his shopping as he could at the local farmer's market but there were some certain staples that needed to be purchased at the local grocer and while he was probably capable of doing the overall menial chore on his own despite one hand being broken and the other being bandaged up so that both of his hands were in some sort of disarray, it was certainly made easier by taking advantage of the kind heartedness of his younger siblings. Besides, what were younger siblings for if not to affectionately bully them into doing things for you?

"Can you grab that pound of ground turkey?" Matthew gestured with his better hand, between his fingers loosely held his sunglasses, hand wrapped in layers of cotton gauze tightly, beneath it the skin of his knuckles healed slowly and ached intensely. "Not that one, that one," he gestured again, unable to stretch out his fingers and could only point with his knuckles. "Good having you back around, baby bro," he gave his youngest sibling a fond look and with his hazel eyes encircled with deeply purple and garish looking bruises it made any sort of expression look pained. He donned the sunglasses again to protect them from the bright lights of the grocer and to conceal the black eyes.

[ningstars]

🌤 De janeiro a janeiro. (Theo + Keeho)

▪︎ Doada;

▪︎ Psd por colour-source♡ no devianart.

▪︎ Créditos, sempre♡.

[Abra, para melhor qualidade♡].

[theobaudelaire]

Theo practically bounced with excitement as he and Charlie walked into the bowling alley. The smell of freshly made popcorn and the sound of pins crashing filled the air, making Theo's heart race with anticipation. He looked over at Charlie, already smiling. This was their first official date, and he was determined to make it special. ''You had such a good idea, I haven't been bowling in ages!'' He grabbed Charlie's hand, leading him to the counter so they could rent their shoes. He glanced around, taking in the vibrant lights and the hum of activity around them. His hand felt warm and steady in his, and it sent a pleasant shiver up Theo's spine. ''You've played before, right?'' He asked once they were sitting in front of their assigned lane, lacing up his own shoes. @prettyboy-glowinggold

[theoastor]

* / i'll see you in 40

You're all I've ever wanted I know that I love you Still driving Take my hands in yours, please don't go

tw: kidnapping, stabbing, violence, blood, torture, knives, death

mentioned: @sarahoh

Maybe he should’ve been more cautious. 

The faint sound of Catherine Graves was a constant during the evening news, so much so that if it wasn’t a name or a picture on the screen, the echoes of warnings fell on deaf ears as Theo left his house, deciding to go out for a change and head to one of the bars in town. He hadn’t gone out very much since returning to Nightrest, but once upon a time, he’d been well acquainted with the concept. Over his years, despite how short of a time they’d felt, Theo found himself chilling out, wanting to live a more relaxing, peaceful life. It was why he returned to Nightrest, missing his home.

Truthfully, he moved back to his hometown because he wanted to remember what it felt like to be happy again. Something he’d found, even amongst the death and the sadness they all had faced.

It was just a few drinks, mingling with the few people he’d run into along the way before exiting the bar. He didn’t want to overdo it, remembering he had plans with Sarah in the morning. Theo was giddy just thinking about it, thinking about her. He’d always found himself lost in his mind when it came to her, the rest of the world becoming a blur. He’d been thinking about asking her to be his girlfriend, making things official. He wanted to give Sarah the world, or at least the little bit of it that he could, and he couldn’t ignore the way she’d been tugging at his heartstrings since he moved back.

Would tomorrow be the day?

He pondered the idea, tilting his head to the side as he began the walk to his car, not noticing there was someone following behind him. Maybe he should’ve been paying attention. Maybe he should’ve listened to the warnings about staying safe. If he had, maybe the world wouldn’t have suddenly turned black, combined with a sharp pain in the back of his head. Maybe he should’ve been quicker. With not just this moment, but with his life. With moving back here, and with Sarah. Maybe if he’d gone after what he wanted sooner, he wouldn’t be in this position.

…

The next time he woke up, Theo wasn’t sure how long it had been, head and body slumped over on the floor and his vision feeling blurry. He couldn’t move, maybe because he was in shock, but mostly because the more he tugged at his own body, fighting to regain his senses, it was clear he’d been tied up, left to lay on the ground with no escape. There was a piece of cloth tied around his mouth, any cries for help muffled and only attracting attention to himself. His vision grew blurry, and he could only make out someone walking towards him. It was then when the fear set in, and before he could react, his side was kicked in, over and over again until Theo was hunched over on his side, tears dripping onto the hard pavement and his mouth hurting from biting down so hard. He tried to look up, tried to see who was doing this to him, if he’d made some kind of enemy coming back to town. But just as his head slightly rose, there was a sharp pain attached with it, the feeling of his hair being harshly gripped only for his skull to be bashed into the floor. He was shaking, the overwhelming amount of pain rushing through his body and causing him to grow unconscious again.

The next time he woke up, there was a knife in his gut.

It jolted him awake, unable to fully react or comprehend before the blade felt as if it was plunged into a new spot, a cry of pain leaving his muffled mouth, any pleas or attempts to get help drowned out by the fabric. His eyes can only make out someone standing over him, a few more cuts and stabs enough to satisfy whoever it was for the time being. There’s blood seeping onto the floor, staining his clothing, his hair, his face. He’s left covered in his own blood, his own pain as the figure walks away and his eyes succumb to darkness again.

Time has become a foreign measurement to Theo. He can’t tell how often he’s painfully woken up, whether it be a physical battering or a blade ready to carve him out whole. He’s lost track of how many times it’s been, mind empty and destroyed from the turmoil and strain put on his body. Everytime his eyes open, he wonders if it will be the last. He hopes it’ll be the last. Theo loses hope in anyone finding him, in anyone uncovering the screams and cries of pain that are echoed out. There are moments where he can hear someone else, but it’s too far. Everything feels so far right now, and he can’t scream loud enough to get anyone’s attention besides the very people he wants to escape.

His mind drifts to Sarah. His sweet, best friend Sarah. There are tears streaming down his face after another beating, except this time, it’s because he’s thinking about her. Theo doesn’t realize how many regrets he holds when it comes to her. How if he’d been better, if he’d been wiser, he would’ve been able to give her the world. Instead he’d spent his adolescence pining after her, smiling at her cluelessness but never gaining the courage to tell she was his everything. Instead he left her to pursue a career that never fulfilled him, never made him happy because every smile or ounce of praise he got didn’t compare to the teasing or playfulness of her. Instead, he’d waited for her to make the first move, letting her guide the pace between their gradual change in relationship. There were so many things he hadn’t said, and it burdens him right now most of all.

I want to be your boyfriend. I moved back here because of you. You’re my person, my happiness. I love you.

In the little stream of consciousness, Theo made himself feel better, dreaming of what could’ve been and what should’ve been. Everything he should’ve said but would never be able to. The pain he feels right now thinking about her doesn’t compare to the pain coursing through every part of his body. Somehow, it pales in comparison, and he finds himself sobbing at the thought. Theo finds his own heart breaking with no escape, nowhere to run and only left to drown in his own tears and blood. He wants it to end. 

Vision blurred again by his shiny eyes, tearful and sad, Theo looks up, each breath he lets out ragged and shallow. Maybe he’s hallucinating, maybe it’s because of who’s on his mind, but he freezes looking at the sight in front of him. A couple. Kissing. He can’t be sure if his mind deceives him, if he’s so close to his end that he’s imagining a reality that doesn’t exist, but the picture looks more clear as his eyes focus. A couple. Kissing. He can make out the shadows, the way one tugs the other close and the way the distance between their faces ceases to exist. It’s a pretty picture, and as he looks, he thinks of her again. He finds himself watching until the world fades into black again, letting himself be foolish and imagine things were different. After being forced into unconsciousness so many times, he begins to savor it, creating a story in his mind of him being happy. Theo wonders if it’s wrong, if instead of grasping onto dreams, he should be fighting for his life. 

But he’s full of heart, and full of dreams. Theo had always been that way, always the hopeful and happy. At least he can feel his own heart beating, quickening in pace at times and slowing down in the worse moments. He has his heart, until he doesn’t.

It isn’t long before the shred of peace, the shred of happiness he’s held onto is ripped away, the feeling of a knife entering his heart indescribable. Time stops, and this time, he doesn’t let out a cry or a shriek of pain. Theo remains in shock, a knife lodged into the perfect spot of his chest before it’s pulled out, the immediate weakness being a sign it’s the end. It’s as if they knew his greatest weakness, a singular tear slipping down his cheek as the remaining feeling of hope shreds away. He wants to close his eyes, but they remain open, left to watch them walk away the same way they had the first time. Except he knows it’ll be the last, and it’s merely a waiting game. He feels it all, the way his heart slowly stops, the way every part of him shuts down but his mind, trapped in a body that would never move again. He holds onto her in his last moment, he thinks about how he wants her to be happy without him. How he wants to have the world even if it’s not him who’ll give it to her. His heart is empty, dying with every passing moment, but his soul is full of her. He closes his eyes, wondering if an image of her will appear but it remains blank. It’s over. Their story. His story.

His body grows limp, head hitting the ground with a thud and he can no longer think of Sarah. He can no longer think of anything. It’s the end of their story. The end of his.

Not everyone can have their happy ending.

[littlcfreaks-archive]

"come on - don't make me beg." his head tilted back a bit, frustration growing. he needed a date for that weekend and this point was willing to do quite literally anything. last time he had shown up to one of these events without a date, he spent the next week hearing from his brother that it wasn't a good look, "it'll be fun.... ish. i'll make it fun." @svftlove

[secondscns]

"what just because of... everything happening in town, i can't go out and have a good night? i'm in mourning or whatever. i should be allowed to have fun. not sit in a room and wait like a little psycho." he had an image of some serial killer in a room full of photos of hope and girls who look like hope and obnoxious red string and cork board. that's what cops should be looking for, not asking him to stay in town the next few days.

"i'm buying shots, i'm going dancing, i'm not going to sit around and wear a black veil or whatever high society expects."