#verse: after midnight

[loversarcade]

Beomseok let out a loud sigh, arms crossed, clearly annoyed. It was a minor issue, but it still frustrated him that a flight attendant had accidentally thrown away his earphones.

“You gave them to me just two days ago!” he grumbled, flopping onto the couch, first lying on his stomach across Stormy’s lap before rolling over to rest his head there instead. That’s why he was making such a fuss—those earphones weren’t just any pair.

But as he gazed up at the other man, his irritation softened.

“I didn’t even thank you properly,” he murmured, gently pulling Stormy down for a quick peck on the lips. “Thank you… and I’m sorry I lost them already.” His voice was barely above a whisper, their lips nearly brushing again.

Admittedly, Stormy was extremely annoyed with the flight attendant's careless behavior. He would absolutely be reporting that little incident once the flight was over, but there wasn't anything else to be done at this moment.

Stormy cooed softly, accepting Beomseok's kiss. "It wasn't your fault," he assured him. He reached up to stroke his cheek, letting his thumb run along Beomseok's jaw with just enough pressure. "Really, angel, it's okay. I can replace the head phones."

The look Stormy shot the flight attendant as they came by was borderline venomous. "And this time, I'll make sure they can't be taken from you."

[loversarcade]

"Yes, yes. You win, fuck." Stormy slumps as soon as the screen changes, letting himself fall back against the bar behind him. He knew that Jiho going to win, that was inevitable, but it doesn't mean he has to like it. Stormy rolls his head over to pout at his boyfriend. If the room wasn't so full, he would've draped himself over him in his usual dramatics. "What do you want for your prize?"

❝ good luck, babe, ❞ jiho offers with a grin as their song loads in, his gaze flicking back to the screen as the countdown starts. he knows stormy's going to lose. of course he is -- he's competing against someone who dances for a living, even if his own dancing skills are a little rough around the edges. by the time the song is done he's still brimming with energy, but it's at least back down to his usual levels, instead of the caffeine-induced high he'd been running on their entire time at the arcade. ❝ do you admit defeat? ❞

[akirakirxaa]

Auraugust Day 15: Giant

"In the darkness, she could feel a power pulling at her, trying to drag her down, to what she couldn’t be sure. But as Akira wondered at how she was resisting it when, even in this darkness, she was drained of everything she had, she realized she wasn’t resisting it — something else was."

-- An Echo Calling Me, an AU where Hythlodaeus and Hades decide to return after Ultima Thule.

[pinehutch]

The Silt Verses my absolute beloved: I'm relistening and was so excited to get back to Chapter 17, and the way that most of the episode just sweeps over you with an unexpected degree of kindness. Important to be reminded that kindness — or something like it — is possible, even in this brutal world.

[loversarcade]

It hurt Stormy, seeing Beomseok hurting like this. He was too gentle for this world. Too delicate and soft. It brought out Stormy's protective instincts like nothing else ever could.

"I know you've been trying," he murmured, giving Beomseok's hands a gentle squeeze. "And I know it hasn't been easy. Isn't there something else I could do to help?" Stormy looked up at Beomseok and raised a brow. "You could come stay with me. Your parents have no idea where I live or who I even am, they'd never find you there."

His words resonated in his mind, a constant reminder of the internal struggle he faced. For years, Beomseok had tried to convince himself that he hadn't done anything wrong. Yet, despite his efforts, he couldn't escape the disappointed glances that seemed to follow him everywhere. Sometimes, the reasons for their disappointment were unclear, even to him. And to add to his burden, his very existence seemed to be a disappointment in itself, a heavyweight he carried since childhood.

Beomseok remained silent, neither confirming nor denying his words. Some days, he was certain of his innocence, but on others, like that day, doubt crept in. With a deep breath, he focused on the gentle pressure of the hands that held his own, using the touch as an anchor to the present moment.

"Yes," he began, his voice steady but tinged with vulnerability. "But it hasn't been easy distancing myself from my family. As you saw… Though I wish you hadn't… My father somehow always finds me."

@formorethananame

[fandomunsexyman]

Some things I've noticed about media that I've recently enjoyed.

[loversarcade]

but you are the only exception.

@weedzkiller

[loversarcade]

Oh, this poor kid. Stormy raises a brow as he listens to Riley. It's always baffled him, how people can be so uncomfortable with their bodies. But it's not his issue to dissect right now, so he pushes it aside. "We need to assess why you've always struggled with that, though," Stormy explains. "If you can't figure that out, you won't get over this block."

❝ i... don't know, ❞ riley says, brows pinching together in a frown as he tries to come up with a better answer for stormy. it's just embarrassing. isn't that a good enough reason? he's been given songs to practice to try and work through it, but the feedback is always the same. that he needs to relax. but how's he supposed to relax when he's dying of embarrassment the whole time? ❝ it's... not just here that i struggle with it, though, ❞ he admits a little sheepishly, trying to figure out how to talk about minho without giving everything away. ❝ it's super embarrassing trying to be sexy in my... uh... personal life, too. back in new zealand, i mean. ❞

[graunblida]

happy halloweenie my friends! after a few errands, i'll be around until the evening to answer asks and work on drafts! might give this bitch another marvel verse stay tuned 👀

[huccimermaidshirts]

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[crosseddestiny]

↪   ᵀᴴᴱ 𝑀𝐼𝐶𝐾 .    (  a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  season  1  of fox’s sitcom ,  “ the mick ” .   adjust  phrasing  as  necessary . will be updated !) | accepting!! @theseancekid sent:  knock - knock … can i come in ? (for Manfred hehe)

"Babe. You don't even need to knock..."

[clarafell]

❝ Being a practiced liar doesn’t mean you have a powerful imagination. ❞ - yachiyo <3

The Golden Compass Starters / Accepting / @nagarese

Homura can feel her heart seize up in utter panic as soon as tall woman speaks up, dazzling with confidence. She is new to this unfamiliar city, this alleged utopia where no one turns into witches, and already out of her element. She doesn't know where to go, but she has a mission to try to complete. She is caught by the woman's words, but her remark isn't what entirely makes her freeze in her tracks. She knew this woman... No, that wasn't right.

She may have spent her life trapped in hospitals, but she has seen her face before. Yachiyo Nanami is speaking to her. The same Yachiyo that rose to fame as one of Japan's brightest models, blessed with beauty and intelligence and... Well, everything that she lacked. Homura is flooded with the memory of these snazzy parents talking to one of their ill daughter about how they would have the dazzling Yachiyo to come visit the hospital... Just to make their child feel better. They looked like they had enough wealth to make it happen, but Homura never got to witness whether that incident occurred or not. The memory is still capable of stinging her where it hurts in her lonely heart, but Yachiyo's words were even more piercing.

She has seen the woman's face in many fashion magazines. Homura was always struck in awe and jealousy each and every time she saw Yachiyo, but... It wasn't the model's fault. No, Homura always felt like that whenever she saw popular people. The well-liked people that made every little thing look easy always did crush any joy in her heart whenever she tried to better herself. She has always compared herself to others, including whenever she wore something new or try out any form of hobby.

She was always greedy... Always longing...

Always, always, always lying to herself.

❝ I don't... I don't understand... ❞ Homura forces the words out of her mouth, even though she knew they must sound stupid. She stares at the woman with wide eyes, unsure on whether she was being insulted or... Cryptically warned? She already knew she wasn't a good liar. She certainly knew she didn't have an imagination.

❝ Are you speaking to me? ❞

There is to be some kind of mistake!

[tesserat]

This was gonna be a way longer post

Anyway, so I wanna hear everyone else's opinions:

Are Peter One, Peter Two and Peter Three the same person... or are they closer to brothers?

[normaltothemax]

@talentforlying from here

As much of a bastard as he is, John friggin’ Constantine’s been growing on him. Like a fungus, but growing on him all the same. Despite how badly he doesn’t want to, Jake actually kind of likes the guy. Enough so, apparently, that when Constantine rounds a corner and freezes, a spike of concern goes through him. He’s a few steps behind so he speeds up a bit, tries not to let any of that concern bleed into his voice when he asks, “Everythin’ alright?”

He sees the gun before he sees the man behind the trigger. The way he figures, in the movies, everything would probably be happening in slow motion. He’d have time to think, have time to react in a way that’s not pure instinct and dumb as hell.

That doesn’t happen.

Things move at a normal speed, as they go to hell in a handbasket. Jake’s rushing forward, grabbing Constantine’s shoulder and jerking him toward the ground, quick as he can. Shouting at him to put his fucking head DOWN, as he pulls out a gun of his own. The trigger-happy asshole is fast, fires as he’s taking Constantine’s place, but he’s also clearly nervous, not as good...and Jake is faster.

The guns go off at the same time.

Headshot for a headshot. Everything goes black and two bodies hit the ground.

He doesn’t even have time to summon the suit.

Jake has no concept of time, has no idea how long he’s laid there, when he eventually comes to. Could’ve been minutes, could’ve been hours. All he knows is that there’s absolutely nothing and then something that sounds remarkably like Khonshu whispers that I’m not finished with you yet, Jake Lockley.

His rapidly-healing head pushes the bullet free and it clinks quietly onto the concrete. It’s only a few moments later that Jake’s eyes are flying open and he’s gasping to life like a man drowning. His head feels like it’s exploding, the sun in his eyes murder on his already aching skull. One hand comes up to cover his eyes as he groans. “Hijo de puta. Ow. The fuck just happened?”

[storiecraft]

@playbarbies

at first i didn't know what she was to me. at first i didn't know why i cared or why i wanted to hold her and rock her to sleep. did i need her more than she needed me ?

[loversarcade]

ain't no budget when i'm on the set.