social vigilante

arthur ainsworth, 33; network security engineer, older brother, hacker.

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

The Best of the Kids [1/5]: Will Byers 

An easy step-by-step guide on why he is a smol bean.  ( requested by anons )

[dailybobmorleygifs]

x

[pippareyes]

push my luck;

[aainsworth]

pippareyes:

In his touch she felt comfort, as if the moment his arms were around her, she could ignore her problems in the past, the same ones that were still haunting her mind the moment Pippa was left by herself; it was never a problem to ignore pain while around others, those were the moments they became a blur in her mind, it was worst when there was no one around her to keep Pippa entertained, when the night seemed darker and the silence horrifying. Thankfully, it was nothing she should focus un while taking Arthur to a tour in her hometown. “I don’t know… but maybe?” She didn’t understand how his mind worked and the information shared, but it amused her, it brought a smile to her lips. “And, it’s all about enjoying yourself, it’s your hobby… embrace it! I have my own, that’s what makes us great, unique and interesting.” And with a wink, she moved her arm around his waist keeping him closer as they walked around.

“The Summer House.” It was an easy answer, and as soon as he asked she changed their path, slowly making her way until her favorite spoit. It gave a beautiful view of the green around them and it was also a spot that gave to each other the chance of enjoying each other’s presence and no one else, since there were no events happening in it. “It may not seem like much now… but when I was a kid, it was hard not to fall in love with it. I was taking a walk with abuelieta, and there was a wedding happening. I’m not the kind of person who had dreams of dressing in white and walking down the aisle, if I did, it’d have been for my grandma but that day…” she stopped for a second as an inevitable smile invaded her lips, matching her expression. “I fell in love with love. It was pure… two people who were willing to spend their lives together, through better and worst. And it felt honest, call me silly, but their love was almost tactile, and it gave me a good memory of this place, which also turned this into my favorite spot. Besides having picnics here with friends. I like nature, it makes me feel more relaxed.”

Looking at Arthur for a second, she held his hand, enjoying the idea of focusing on a better feeling than the previous one who was in her being. “And well, if I ever head back to England, you could also give me a tour. I’d like that.”

“Did I ever tell you sometimes you sound like you’ve just come out of one of those self-help books? I mean that in the nicest way, though... because I think it’s really nice how you do that.” He offered her a smile, hoping Pippa wouldn’t take him the wrong way. What he meant, was that he admired how easily she was able to push her problems to the side and focus on better things. On things that actually mattered, instead of letting sadness consume her. Unlike Arthur who held grudges and could be petty as hell when he wanted to be. With her arm around his waist, the engineer silently admitted that he could get used to this--and that he wanted to. His gaze was everywhere, trying to memorize all the beautiful sights that he had been able to presence as they walked down the path--in his head, they were just walking aimlessly anyway, just letting Pippa guide him throughout their first spot in Adelaide. He then noticed that she had actually guided him to her favorite spot at the botanical gardens, explaining to him why and how she had fallen in love with it in the first place.

“Why would I call you silly?” He asked, slightly confused. It seemed to be a common thing about people--they liked to minimize their preferences, or call them silly when they felt like they might end up being judged. “Your reasons are your own for liking this place. I don’t think they’re silly. I mean... I’ve always been really cynical about love--well, about everything in life, to be honest, but I don’t think it’s silly.” Arthur shrugged, allowing Pippa to take his hand and gently brushing his thumb against her skin, caressing it. “I like it here--it’s nice. Calming, even. Is it always like this?” Granted, she wouldn’t know, he guessed, since she didn’t live there anymore, but figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask. He smiled, looking down at the blonde after her request and nodded. “There isn’t much to do in Kent, I assure you. I mean... there is. But less than there is here. I’d totally take you out, though. I mean... I’d take you sightseeing. I’d definitely take you to all of the castles we have there. Too many castles, too.”

[aainsworth]

pippareyes:

“Oh, so will I have to show you my collection of vynil discs? Educate you about music? Because I’d love to that, we could make a tour inside of my messy room, after all, the last time we were there, it wasn’t as if we were paying attention to decoration,” she joked, winking at the man next to her. Rolling her eyes playfully she held the bag with her new discs before she looked back at Arthur. “I know you’ve said it to me, what I tried to state was that you bought the one that wasn’t your favorite, because I’m silly and I wanted to tease you,” her words followed a light shrug and the blonde woman stayed on her tiptoes to press her lips against his through a brief moment. “Of course they do! I’m the theme, you’ll open up the door and you’ll see me all over it. Oh, this is so Pippa!” She changed her tone through the last few words, pretending to be Arthur before she laughed. “I can accept it, a beautiful mess. It’s not a lie after all…” She enjoyed the beginning of a relationship, the blissful moments around someone she was slowly getting to know in a different way, as more than friends. And a smile was easily appearing on her lips everytime he was near, which showed that she could and should be happy. Finally stopping in front of the tent, Pippa pointed at the sculptures. “Cute cats, wire sculptures, they would look adorable in my room. Like me.”

“Yes, please.” Arthur leaned down with a small smile on his lips and once again, stole a kiss from Pippa’s lips. It wasn’t going to be hard to let Pippa do it--educate him. It also wasn’t a secret that once Arthur fell in love, he’d pretty much let anyone walk all over him, which, of course, was the worst part about being him, but he figured that he wouldn’t have to worry that much, after all, Pippa wasn’t going to be like his past girlfriends. At least, that was what he hoped for. Once she had explained to him what she had meant by her previous words, Arthur nodded. Of course he felt silly for having misinterpreted her words, but he didn’t say much about it. Everything was so intoxicating about Pippa--the way she saw things, the way she went about life, that Arthur’s only choice was to step back and just admire her like the lovesick puppy that he seemed to be. “In your defense you look adorable anywhere... in your room, in the middle of the artists fair... the only place you don’t look adorable is when you’re competing, because then you look badass. But honestly, Pippa... the sculpture is beautiful. I think it’d look nice next to that swan book holder that you have.”

[devon-flores-blog]

“…And that’s how I accidentally shaved my arm hair”, Devon laughed as the customer walked away with their order. They walked outside of the truck to check on the containers filled with agua fresca, serving themselves a glass of jamaica, “honestly, when is this awful heat going away?”

[aainsworth]

Arthur’s mouth hung open as Devon told their story. His expression was a mix of confusion and shock and he wasn’t even trying to hide it. He wasn’t one to eavesdrop, but considering this was Devon, it was kind of hard not to eavesdrop. Tuning people out is easier when you don’t give two fucks about them. “Summer ends at the end of the month, so...” He shrugged, giving his friend a quick look. “I still can’t believe you shaved your arm, though?”

[aainsworth]

stillxbloodyxmary:

Ninety percent of the time they spent together, Arthur had a scowl in his features and Mary Elizabeth a smile on hers. Sometimes she wondered what brought them together when they were so different, what made him want to stick around such a confusing, complicated and annoyed woman - in his eyes. Mary had her reasons, but what was in for him? Her self-esteem couldn’t help but question the efficiency of her friendship to him, now and then.

“Don’t be such a goody-two-shoes. Won’t you at least accompany me? Be a gentleman, love.” For once, she controlled the urge of calling him for a nickname again, but considered twice in a row was nearly cruel to one so easily irritated as him, so saved the taunt for a moment later that evening. And as she lead the way, a bit renewed that her old friend had showed up for a dinner she completely forgot about, Arthur so crudely asked about what she was supposed to be doing. She stopped on her track, feeling deeply crossed of a sudden, and turned to face him. “Supposedly? I am a fucking actress. But I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, I’m not the dog’s bollocks for anyone and I got my own rubbish to deal with, so this whole shite is means to an end when I got bills to pay and I’m not exactly dying to get back to the bloody world of narcoticsI lived in!” It all came out of nowhere, the frustration that had been building up for quite a while exploding with the simple trigger of being confronted about her life goals - something nobody did for a while now, and the last one had been ditched without regret two years ago.

While he’d known Mary for years, Arthur hadn’t felt comfortable enough to share with her why he wasn’t much of a drinker. It wasn’t because he was a goody-two-shoes like the brunette (and several other people) had claimed he was, but because of the emotional scars that his drunk father had left in him. He didn’t mind it, though--not drinking. Arthur didn’t tell anyone to quit drinking, so he couldn’t understand why people had always felt so incline to meddle in his life and insist that he’d drink. He did drink from time to time. One glass of champagne at a company’s party, one celebratory beer--and that was it. He didn’t really feel the need for having alcohol in his life (nor did he like the taste of it that much).

When Mary turned around and decided she was entitled to spill out her frustrations on him, Arthur waited patiently until she was finished. He wasn’t someone who lost his temper easily, all thanks to his pure detachment to the ones around him, so all he did, was to stare at her while she threw her tantrum in the middle of the street, one hand stuffed in his pocket while the other held onto his messenger’s bag sling.

“Okay, first of all, mind your tone around me.” He said, once he noticed there was a pause in her speech, possibly to give him the right of a response. His tone was dead, emotionless even. “Everyone’s got their own rubbish to deal with, so if you’re frustrated with the fact that you’re still not going anywhere with your acting career, you’ve only got yourself to blame, not me. I merely pointed out that you’re the one working at a lousy job when you could be going to auditions. And yeah, sure, everyone has bills to pay, but if you hate your job, find another some place else. Don’t just complain that you hate it.” He shrugged. Tone still emotionless. “As for not getting back to the narcotics life, that’s an odd thing to say since almost every time I see you, you’re either drunk or your pupils are dilated, which usually means drug consumption, so maybe the life’s never left you.” Arthur sighed. “You want to pick a fight with me for pointing out that you’re going nowhere, go ahead. Again, it’s not my life, it’s yours.” With that, he continued walking, not looking forward to having to deal with an argument, if that was what Mary Elizabeth wanted.

[aainsworth]

pippareyes:

“You’ve never been a Zeppelin fan? I don’t think we can see each other… ever again,” she joked, because Pippa knew that everyone was entitle to have their own taste. And that was the reason that despite her words, she still had a smile on her lips, poking the tip of his nose. “I really want them both and guess who’ll buy me Led Zeppelin I? His name starts with an A and ends with a R.” With a grin still on her lips, she handed both vynil discs to the salesman, paying for one of them and waiting for Arthur before they’d head to the other place. “It was a beautiful sculpture of two cars and I’m weak for animals, I should take a deep breath and think before I’ll buy everything and my room will look like a mess.”

“No. I have a poor musical taste. I’m a Beatles fan because that’s what my mum used to listen to.” He was trying his best not to be so literal with the things Pippa would say, mostly because he knew that nine times out of ten, the blonde would be teasing him. Granted, that attempt didn’t last long because when she mentioned him buying her the other vinyl, he couldn’t help but to keep the confused look from his face. “I literally just said I’d buy it though?” His dark hues then glanced over to the salesman, maybe to check if the man had heard him as he pulled out his wallet to pay for the other disc. Once the transaction was done, he picked up the bag the man had put them in and stepped away from the small booth and moved along to the artist’s tent that she had seen the sculpture she was talking about. “I don’t know... do bedrooms have to have a theme?” He looked down at the blonde, then shrugged again. “You’re like this beautiful mess. I think it suits you.” With a small smile on his face, he leaned down and stole a small kiss from her lips, nuzzling the tip of her nose, then straightening his back again. “Show it to me. I still think you should buy it if you like it.”

[aainsworth]

diego-olmedillo:

“I have been searching for it, but sadly I’m a single man and it’s not allowed here in Victoria, and even if I want to try in other states the fact that I’m a doctor and a single man puts in bottom of the list” He sighed and shrugged “So I guess as long as I stay here and keep my profession and my single status it’s not very likely to happen any time soon”

“I’d tell you to marry a friend, but we all know Australia is still living in the past with their laws regarding LGBT rights.” Arthur shrunk his shoulders as he sunk his hands into his pockets. “Sorry I can’t be that much helpful to you mate. Maybe this year will bring you love? I don’t know. I never know what to say to make people feel better but at least you have a good job.”

[pippareyes]

push my luck;

[aainsworth]

pippareyes:

The tears were in the past, a past that was still trying to haunt her, but Pippa tried to ignore it as she focused on her company. Arthur was there for her, she felt safe, she could feel better, and his joke, or what she thought it was an attempt to come up with a joke, actually made her smile. That weird sensation reaching her being as her eyes moved to meet his gaze; it was something she hadn’t felt in awhile, but through the whirlwind of emotions, she couldn’t pay too much attention in it. Not as much as she should, so Pippa shared a brief smile, and rolled her eyes playfully. “Hey, I’m fun! So there’s no way you’ll end up this night with your money back. Trust me, you’ll wish this day could never end,” flashing her tongue at Arthur, Pippa motioned herself ahead, holding his hand, excited to see what they were going to do next and hopefully creating better memories through the course of their day.

As she arrived on the hotel, mesmerized by everything surrounding her, once they moved to the hotel, Pippa remained lying on her bed for solid minutes while Arthur was getting ready and while she was about to cry out that he should stay, Pippa allowed him to go. Silence wasn’t an easy thing for her to go through, it made her feel smaller, not as great as she liked to think about herself in a daily basis. Holding her legs, watching the empty scenario around her, she remained in that position for awhile, watching as tears would stream down and her body would share, feeling the sadness, the desperation and the fear that had been within her body ever since she walked inside of her previous house, the one that had never been home to her.

It took her awhile, but she finally stepped inside the shower, cleaning her face from tears that were already out there, and trying her best to clean her soul before she’d need to wear that smile again while in front of Arthur. Changing to light clothes, a Pink Floyd t-shirt and jeans, placing her converse shoes inside of her feet before she was finally out there to meet him, with the smile she promised to herself she’d wear and taking him out there, keeping their destination as a secret until the answer was right in front of them: Adelaide Botanic Garden. “Here we are, I used to come here to relax and enjoy the view. So, yes… our first stop.”

There was a small smile gracing his lips as Pippa joked around with him. It made Arthur wish he hadn’t acknowledged whatever feelings he was had developed for Pippa, because in his mind, it only made everything more difficult. Everything was harder now and he needed to watch his every step, because as paranoid as Arthur was, everything seemed to be a reason for their friendship to be ruined and he’d be the one to blame. It wouldn’t be long until his palms began sweating due to his nerves getting the best of him, and yet, here she was... joking around, acting as if she hadn’t just taken a huge blow. It made his heart jump. He hated that feeling. But he tried to be a good sport and do what he usually did best pushing his own feelings and emotions to the side.

After getting to their hotel room and taking a quick shower, feeling slightly better about this trip, mostly because he had began to let go of the image of Pippa’s father advancing towards her, Arthur pressed a kiss on her cheek and stepped out of the room, waiting for her at the hall so they could go out and distract themselves some more. Mostly her. Mostly Pippa. 

He slid one arm around her shoulders as they walked out of the hotel, trying to keep a physical presence in her day, since he still wasn’t sure how he should proceed with her, but glad to see that she seemed excited about their little plan. At least that’s the impression it gave him since she kept their destination a secret until they’ve reached it. “Isn’t here where they have that plant that smells like rotten flesh?” Of course he’d say something stupid like that. “I--read something online about it. I’m... really into cacti though? I swear.. it started out when I bought you that baby cacti and now I’m obsessed. I don’t know what I’m doing with my life anymore, Pippa.” He looked at her, still admiring her smile. “What was your favorite spot here? It reminds me a bit of Hever’s Gardens back in England. I mean... it has a massive castle to go with it, but you know... all the green.”

[thelovejournals]

They told me that to make her fall in love, I had to make her laugh. But everytime she laughs, I’m the one who falls in love.

Tommaso Ferraris  (via thelovejournals)

[slideavvay]

[pippareyes]

With the intention of enjoying the beginning of her afternoon at the Rose St. Artists’ Market, Pippa knew she’d ended up focusing on everything all at once, craving to buy something from each artist who was here. From books, to artworks and even fashion items. Now she had her hands in two lps before she directed her words to the person next to her. “Help me out. Deep Purple or Led Zeppelin? I’d buy themboth, but I’ve just seen a beautiful piece of art that would look great in my room, so now I need to make this important choice. Or, I could show you the artwork and you could tell me if it’s worth to buy it or to ignore that and simply go for these two amazing vinyls?”

[aainsworth]

There were too many people around them. Too many sounds and smells, too. But Pippa had asked him to go to the Artitsts’ Market and he really didn’t want to start their relationship off by saying no, because he was far too comfortable with staying at his apartment. He even managed to make David joke about him being out for two days in a row, but Arthur chose to ignore it. Holding onto the ice cream cone that his girlfriend had handed him, he was looking around, trying to focus his brain on something that wasn’t too colorful when she called his attention. “Deep Purple. I’ve never been a Zeppelin fan.” He said, exchanging the vinyl for the cone in his hand. “I can buy the other for you if you really want them both, Pippa.” He offered her a gentle smile, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “What’s the piece of art that you liked?”

[aainsworth]

pippareyes:

She couldn’t help but smile once his words reached her, nodding in disagreement, she kept her hues at him, making sure that Arthur understood she was telling the truth. After all, Pippa had never been the kind of person who would lie to someone else. “I’m a grown up woman and I’m capable of making my own decisions. You’re not… I want this, and I want you. I can assure that there’s no pressure. You’re a silly man, Arthur Ainsworth.” She teased as she mimicked his action, her lips moving upwards brightening up her own face with a smile. And she waited, giving the man in front of her enought time to process what they were going through; even Pippa herself couldn’t know that some time out at the food truck event would give her the chance of going through a new step in her life, one she’d gladly have Arthur in it.

And as he accepted it, by kissing her lips once again and through words that left his lips, she felt her being getting warmer, there was comfort in knowing he was the man she’d spend time with, she’d slowly fall for and she’d have as more than friends. “It was clear, pretty clear,” one more tease, and he couldn’t blame her for doing so, because she was happy. After the cloudy days during her issues with her parents, she wanted to embrace the moment they were going through, keep every details inside of her brain for as long as she could. “Well, what’s next then? We’ll hold hands, you’ll buy me ice cream and I’ll write on my notebook that I’m Pippa Ainsworth. Oh… and David’s over me, right? He won’t see this action as the beginning of a war between brother, right?”

“I never said--” Arthur blinked a couple of times, speaking from over her words. Of course his antisocial brain would make him say the wrong thing, especially to Pippa. Especially when they were starting to hit it off. “I didn’t mean it like that, I--” He then sighed, shaking his head. “Can we start over? You were joking... I didn’t mean to make it sound like you couldn’t make decisions on your own. It was a mess in my head.” And he wasn’t going to fight her on the fact that he was indeed silly. But he decided to wipe that off by kissing her once again. Words had never been his specialty in the first place, so the less he spoke, the less Pippa would be sure that he was not only silly, but also, a mess. He stepped away from her, only to slide his arm around her shoulders, the tip of his fingers caressing her skin ever so gently as he began walking with her. “Ah--don’t forget the red hearts around the name.” He joked. It wasn’t hard to do it once he’s gotten comfortable around someone’s presence. “But my palms get sweaty pretty quickly, especially when it’s hot like this so maybe not holding hands all the time?” Winking at her, Arthur pressed another kiss to the side of her head and then, shook his head. “I think he might be over you. He told me on his birthday that you were too old for him anyway. Ice cream, then?” With a smile on his lips, Arthur gently turned her face to look at him, so he could kiss her lips once more, before heading to the ice cream truck.

[kendalsroy]

[aainsworth]

diego-olmedillo:

“You know, actually that doesn’t sound pessimist at all, it actually sounds realistic and very pragmatic, some people just don’t deserve our concern or appreciation” Of course Diego was not like Arthur, he cared too much even for the people that didn’t deserve o that even dislike, which has cause him some pain through the years. “Yeah I do, and as the years pass the feeling gets a little stronger, I want to be able to enjoy my kids, but well it hasn’t happened yet and it doesn’t seem like is going to happened anytime soon so I will have to keep hoping for that they to come”

“You could always adopt...” He suggested. “I’m definitely not the best person to be talking to about relationships or family, since my past relationships have been mostly a disaster and I don’t want kids, but hey... if you want kids, you should adopt. Or something.”

[aainsworth]

xo-isabellecepeda:

❝I don’t know about that.❞ Isabelle returned his soft smile. appreciating the obvious effort to be friendly. She had a feeling they were both out of their comfort zone, which only made her feel better about her efforts to be nicer. ❝I’m pretty sure chefs around the world might fight in order to prove to you that their pizza’s are different, it’s all in the ingredients I guess.❞ She offered offhandedly, taking a step further towards the truck.  ❝You’re right though, we can always move along. If you think about it, there are so many places so close by that aren’t jam packed with people, we’d have better luck there anyways.❞

“I wouldn’t know too much about it. To me, pizza always tastes the same... the only thing that changes are the toppings, of course. But--to each their own. I’m sure we’d be walking in circles if we continue discussing this.” Besides, Arthur wasn’t one to care about people’s opinions, unless they were offensive, which usually raised a massive red flag on his head about that person. Which wasn’t this woman’s case so far. “I’d be alright with that. I just went with pizza because it seemed like the most comfortable choice. You sound like you know your food, so feel free to suggest something.”

[aainsworth]

pippareyes:

It took her awhile to understand what she meant in his life, it happened during their trip to her hometown, when his words gave her a new perspective of their relationship. And the waiting hadn’t been easy, being apart from Arthur had also giving her the invitation of figuring out his importance in her life. Besides, now, once her lips were against his, she was certain that she also missed it. Despite not being in love, there was something there, slowly being ignited by the moments they shared. And while she would hardly think during those moments, it seemed he’d overthink. As Arthur broke their kiss and she felt his forehead against hers, it took awhile for Pippa to understand his words and to find an answer to them. It was understandable that he had all of those doubts inside of his mind, Pippa wasn’t the kind of person who would keep information from others, she lacked a filter, and she would easily share her life with others. And she did it with him, and through stories of heartbreak and falling in love, Cassie was the only name that had ever left her mouth before, one Arthur had heard about before and that was now the cause of this struggle.

“I’ll always love her. Cassie has been my light ever since we were young, she opened up my eyes to do what I loved, she’s my first and only girlfriend and while I’ll always love her, it doesn’t mean I can’t move on. I’ve seen her, she’s back. And, something’s changed. Maybe I’m tired of getting hurt or I’m tired of expecting to get hurt when all I’d like back was my friend… but the urge, of being with her, it wasn’t there anymore so…” It was her way of sharing that he didn’t have that to worry. Words that expressed her intentions hoping they would work her way instead of against her. “I’d like to work my way to be on that page, if you’re willing to do it too. I like you, I like you a lot.” She confessed, a smile spreading on her lips before she kissed his lips once again, briefly, as sweet as she could be.

I’ll always love her. In a way, Arthur would never understand carrying that kind of sentiment around for someone. Maybe for his mother, but even so, it wouldn’t be the same feeling. His past relationships had all crashed and burned--safe for his relationship with Devon... so, maybe he did understand what Pippa meant when she said that she’d always love Cassie. Maybe I’m tired of getting hurt... and while Arthur couldn’t promise that he would never hurt her, knowing himself the way that he did, he figured that sooner or later, he’d make a stupid decision and end up upsetting her, but he was willing to try and be more attentive to his own actions around her. She already knew his most kept secret, and he was willing to trust her not to tell anyone else, so that was already a big deal. But when it came to relationships, most of his left a hole in his chest, one that Arthur didn’t particularly enjoy thinking about whenever he did found himself interested in someone, and while he knew that Pippa was different from the women he had dated in the past, he was still hesitant about this.

“You don’t think I’m pressuring you?” There was small smile gently tugging the right corner of his lips upwards, shortly after Pippa had kissed them. Although she had just said that she’d be willing to try this with him, but he wanted to make sure. Because it was him. Because he was paranoid. Because he didn’t think that a woman like her would really be willing to give a grumpy, morally-grey, pessimistic character like himself a chance to be a part of her life like that. “Okay.” Finally, he gave in, planting a kiss on her forehead, before cupping her face with both hands to kiss her lips one more time. “I like you too, by the way. In case it wasn’t clear by my weirdness and paranoid words back then. I like you a lot.”