#thread 5 lmao

[bittwitchy]

CS: Samara Weaving and Robert Pattinson.

[aletheialed]

Right now, wine glass in hand and staring vacantly into the dark corners of the room in which he dwells - Barok can't help but think about his brother. To think about Klint during hard times, the man who he's always admired so much, has always come naturally to him - but it can't bring him any comfort now.

The truth is, Barok doesn't know what he should feel more betrayed about. The fact that the brother he'd wanted to emulate all his life was nothing but a killer, who's actions resulted in the ending and ruining of so many lives, including Barok's own? Or... is it that, until the very end, Klint was too afraid to share that horrible truth with him, even when that fear allowed him to be controlled into committing the most heinous acts imaginable?

It makes him want to laugh with a bitterness he hasn't felt in years. It makes him feel ill; desperate and angry and like a fraying rope about to snap. Perhaps it's sinful, and a sign of Barok's own weak character, that Klint's lack of trust in him might be what hurts the most. Had he thought Barok would break under the weight of the truth, and sought to protect him from that fate? What's worse is that Barok doesn't know how he would've reacted deep down. What's the scarier thought - that Barok would've turned away in despair and been unable to carry on just as his brother feared, or that he would stand with Klint, perhaps even turning a blind eye to his crimes...?

...There's no point in thinking about it now. But if he doesn't think about Klint, then there's no shortage of other things to take his place at the forefront of his mind. Such as the true identity of the Reaper, and how Barok had been complicit in his crimes for the longest time - allowing himself to be used and manipulated like a puppet on a string, even when he didn't see the full extent of it all.

His whole life, these past ten years in which he thought he'd endured so much, all for the sake of the people of London... what were they all for?

When he hears the knock on the door, it's tempting to ignore it entirely - he barely has the energy to stand, anyway. He doesn't know who it could possibly be, considering everything, but... in the end, he rises like a man possessed, and finds himself walking to open the door as if in a trance. What he sees when the door opens is the last thing he expects.

"Mr... Naruhodo...? You... pray tell, what are you doing here at this hour?"

@tenacquity ( starter! )

[em-b-sides]

I think about that tiktok trend where you like paint your partners eye color on your nails or make a bracelet or something with the color a lot actually

[akkivee]

can’t believe they just highlighted ichiro and kuukou’s hand size difference and matching rings set up in one swoop like that lmao

[deadpoolskitten]

i have over 300 emails in my work inbox cuz apparently my coworkers think i don’t have anything better to do

[sendmyresignation]

finally reading dance of days (thank you ohiolink and oberlin college <3) but my most consistent takeaway thus far. is oh my god. people who think punk is primarily ideological and not subcultural/musical. are so out of touch.

[quick-drawn]

despite what the most recent posts on my blog will tell you, i did actually get some things done around here these past few days. mainly working on drafts. but i didn't manage to finish anything. head's been all over the place and i've been drowning that out with video games. mandatory overtime is supposed to start this week, but i got a message from the boss yesterday that demand isn't as high as they were expecting it to be, so we're working our normal 8 hour shifts. except for me. because i already had appointments booked for my 12 hour shifts. including monday ( which i don't normally work, but we were required to since we're getting thanksgiving off ). so i only got 1 day off to recoup from that horrid week i had last week. so here i am at 12am, fighting off a headache so i can get some sleep for this 12 hour shift i shouldn't be working, while everyone else either gets to stay home because they didn't book any work or gets to go home early. and, oh yeah, let's not forget that i STILL DON'T HAVE A HELPER —

[hauntingblue]

'I am here because kind cora-san couldn't pull the trigger that day. I am here just to pull the trigger' damn

[when-did-this-become-difficult]

there's a game at work where we're supposed to submit our 4 favorite movies and i wanna include how to blow up a pipeline (2022) so fuckin bad but i will not this is a large corporation, the company i work for sksksksksksksk it's genuinely such a good movie though

[that-gay-guy-from-hell]

Interactions like these are why I love the DMC fandom; yall are deranged and I love it--and I feel right at home hun 💅💅

(This is about "The Bed of the Blue Devil" oneshot)

[soulsxng]

Orin, isn’t Saori taking up a lot of your time while you’re trying to work?

@arcxnumvitae | It's happy hour! | Accepting!

"I think you're underessuhm'...estimating me, 'cause I can totally work and hang out at the same time! I'm pretty much the--" Slurred words are cut off suddenly, and the hand that wasn't currently stuffed into a bag of chips flew to their cheek.

"...I bit my cheek! What the heck!"

Despite their pouting, they still gesture toward the door, as if they were pointing to Saori herself. "Saori can be here whenever she wants'uh be here, and I'll talk to 'er! She's my friend! Plus, she doesn't know a lotta regulars, so what if she gets bored? Then she'll leave!"

[orcelito]

also yes, even while im actively trying to get myself to work on writing my goddamned program, my brain still wants to work on my fic

[dnpsuck]

it’s like. i don’t wanna work but i wanna be around my work people

[izzy-b-hands]

I have never been so weirdly grateful that the stadiums near us use Ticketmaster over Seatgeek, until now getting a chance to see prices for the Kendrick/SZA tour on both services, and I fucking hate Ticketmaster lmao

[cantankerouscatfish]

I still wear a woven anklet made by an old coworker (ex-coworker?). she made it before she and another coworker started dating, and they have a kid now.

it's a really well-made anklet! she did a good job on it.

[wickdcreatures]

          “ Yeah, of course. I can stay with you, ”     maybe it’s a little too fast, the way he agrees. Too eager. Realistically, he should probably sleep too — it’s the responsible thing to do; he does have to work tonight, after all. The anxiety, he figures, will keep him awake through his shift. The coffee too. Might as well make the most of the time he has with her. 

When he pulls into her driveway, he pushes himself from the driver’s seat to open her door. The loud, head pulsing music from earlier this morning is gone, now. The house is largely silent when they walk through the door, and thank god for that — that pounding headache had only just eased up. Up the stairs and back into her room, back sprawled against the perfumed bedding they had only just pulled themselves out of a little over an hour ago. He wishes that he could crawl under the covers with her and sleep forever. Would he get fired if he called in sick?          

          “ Did I… Did I give you the number for Freddy’s? The phone still works in my office… ”     The sleepiness clouds his brain, even if he did, he planned to write it down again for her. Just in case,     “ I feel like we’ve talked about this before but I can’t fuckin’ remember if it was a dream or not — ”     did he just imply that, during their short rest together, he dreamed of her? Maybe. Is he going to take it back? No. 

"You're a bad security guard anyway, so I think I'll be doing whatever the hell I want," Willow teases, laughter in her voice. She reaches over and nudges his jaw with her knuckles. "--Just not tonight. I really need to sleep tonight."

She straightens up an looks out at the road, feeling her stomach coil with anxiety at the thought of it. Maybe she should ditch. Sleep all day today and sneak into the restaurant and surprise him - shirk her responsibilities, tell everyone to fuck off, that she isn't ready for tough conversations and forfeit everything to Hugo, who already thinks of the house as his anyway.

Willow spaces out, her eyes glaze over and she looks... Hurt. If Salem is talking, she isn't hearing him and the view from the passenger seat is a white sheet in her mind's eye. It's the lurch of the car slowing at a red light that finally gets her to focus back up.

"Will you stay with me a while? You probably need to go home... But if-- if you can, can you stay a while once we get back?"