#wholeworldturning

[allrevved]

‘  emo sing-along time!  ’ { wrong blog but lebi to silla }

shit my coworkers have said. / accepting. / @wholeworldturning

        ❛ aw, lebi, c’mon! ❜

        she groans as the other girl grabs her arm and drags her closer, casting a forlorn look behind her to the DJ booth — the very same DJ booth where batfish has been playing the black parade on repeat for what feels like hours now. she catches his eye, and the bright smile on his face is all she needs to know that is isn’t one of his misguided choices ( as most of his interesting song choices usually are ). no, he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing and he’s loving it. 

        she groans again as the song restarts, throwing her head back overdramatically with a sign as she plays up her distaste, though she puts no actual effort into stopping her friend into pulling her closer. a smile sneaks its way through her facade when she hears liebeswooosh start to sing ( a rather kind way to describe the yelling she’s doing into silla’s ear ), and she plasters a mock serious expression on her face, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth in an attempt to muffle her laughter. 

       ❛ one song, okay? one. ❜ she says, poking her in the chest sternly, her serious expression quickly dissolving into a grin as she takes lebi’s hand, spinning her around as they go join in the cacophony of teenagers screaming emo music, letting the angst consume them.

[ritahanson]

TWITTER CALL  •  @wholeworldturning

"You... Can feel free to tell me if I’m completely off the mark, here.” She begins, fiddling with a loose thread on the cuff of her jacket in a manner far too reminiscent of a certain journalist of hers than she’d like to admit. 

This is a weird conversation to be having, and even though Freddie had told her at the time that the other Lost knew one of them had leaked those documents to him, she’s still been careful only to bring it up once none of the others were around.

“But it was you who came to Freddie back in April, wasn’t it?”

[lovehurried]

TAG DROP  •  Freddie Lyon (3/4)

FREDDIE LYON  &  phil connors.  ( philconnors ) FREDDIE LYON  &  billy walker.  ( lovehurried ) FREDDIE LYON  &  dylan  ‘ liebeswooosh ’  peralta.  ( wholeworldturning ) FREDDIE LYON  *  verse 000.  ( undetermined ) FREDDIE LYON  *  verse 001.  ( childhood ) FREDDIE LYON  *  verse 002.  ( pre canon ) FREDDIE LYON  *  verse 003.  ( season one ) FREDDIE LYON  *  verse 004.  ( between seasons ) FREDDIE LYON  *  verse 005.  ( season two ) FREDDIE LYON  *  verse 006.  ( post canon ) FREDDIE LYON  *  verse 007.  ( modern au one )

[sinnerbefore]

“jesus fucking christ.” { but from wholeworldturning, because i'm logged in on the wrong blog :') }

•  MEME  •  @wholeworldturning  •  three words starters  •  accepting!  •

He’s been riding a sort of giddy high since the moment his survival (or resurrection, his still slightly delirious mind considers) was revealed to the rest of the Lost.

He’ll ignore the fact that his hands still shake, that there seems to be a headache constantly threatening to blossom behind his left eye. He’ll ignore all of that for as long as he can, because he’s here. He’s alive (or at least, people keep telling him that he is), the Lost are free again - as free as they ever have been - and Raven is here. Seeing her there and watching so many of the Lost welcoming her, things feel right for once. He’s not used to that feeling. 

This place has never felt more like a sanctuary than it does in this moment.

It’s not until Lebi is standing in front of him, eyes fixed on the scar that’s visible through the open neck of the shirt Blake had helped him into, that he’s distracted from his thoughts.They’re not soft with one another; that’s not how their friendship has ever worked - not now, not back when they were still Dylan and James. They are teasing, and blunt, and prone to encouraging each other to do the stupidest shit while still being fiercely protective of one another. So the grin he offers her is instinctive and easy, as is the lightness of his response.

“I’d say it looks worse than it felt, but…” He shouldn’t be laughing, really, but he is. Or at least, he is until he belatedly registers the undertone in her words, and properly takes in her expression. He’s seen her look concerned about things before, of course, but not quite like this. Not about him. They’ve been friends for so long that he sometimes forgets they can still surprise one another, but he’s never forgotten how lucky he is to know the true depth of her - to know the extent of her loyalty and compassion, and to be in a position to try and give her the same in return.

And it’s then that it hits him what it must have been like for the others - because for Zahara and Tink, they’d at least known he hadn’t died in the accident, and for Raven the grief had been of a different kind. It’s then that it hits him, not how they must have felt to lose their leader, but to lose a friend; and it hits him because, looking at Lebi, he realises how he’d have felt if their positions had been reversed. If he’d thought he’d never see her again, that he’d lost her.

So it’s a break from the ordinary for the two of them, when he lifts a hand to her shoulder and squeezes, and when he speaks in a far more serious tone than the one he’d used just moments previously.

“I’m okay, Lebi. I swear.”

[sinnerbefore]

STARTER CALL  •  @wholeworldturning

“I got you something,” He’s trying to look nonchalant, but he can’t quite hide the grin that’s threatening to form. His hands are behind his back, hiding whatever it is that’s prompted this particular level of amusement from her line of sight.

“An early birthday present.”