WORST DISASTERS

𝒊 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏, 𝒊 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆.

[pantymime]

Pietro Boselli by Ollie Ali for CR MEN

[bronzedverve]

[archsebastian]

the sheets were as much a tangled mess as the pair within them. eyes turned up in reverence, chris’s mouth pressed kisses across sebastian’s chest. “good morning.” he said, his voice husky, his teeth peeking out of a sleepy smile.

all  he  can  do  is  groan  and  stretch  ,  a  wide  yawn  as  he  turns  to  face  him  .  sebastian  smiles  when  he  sees  chris  do  the  same  .  ❝        good  morning  yourself  .  ❞

[mrksmn]

SEB  MORAN  →  HAIR  GOALS

[archsebastian]

@sacrificeial  said:  catches seb snoozing on the couch, lays down in his lap an nuzzles his tummy

INSTINCT  WAKES  HIM  ,  causes  him  to  stir  ,  eyes  to  flutter  half-open  upon  feeling  the  new  pressure  on  his  body                    additive  and  positive  ,  not  unwelcome  or  unwarranted  .  he  doesn’t  remember  dozing  off  ,  head  against  the  back  of  the  couch  ,  but  it’s  SUNDAY  .  nothing  to  do  ,  nowhere  to  be  ,  nothing  but  a  gloomy  sky  and  the  sound  of  their  dogs  ,  all  asleep  ,  snoring  down  the  hall  .  sebastian  smiles  as  he  looks  down  to  see  dmitri  there  ,  joining  him  on  the  couch  .  he  runs  his  fingers  through  his  lover’s  messy  head  of  curls  and  smooths  a  thumb  back  and  forth  along  his  brow  .  sebastian  sighs  ,  settles  .  lets  himself  relax  again  .  his  thumb  travels  down  and  caresses  dmitri’s  cupid’s  bow  .  ❝  take  a  nap  with  me  ,  mitenka  .  ❞  his  low  voice  rumbles  like  distant  thunder  .  ❝  DON'T  GO  .  ❞

[amandum]

[archsebastian]

PROFESSOR  MORAN  →  out and about around campus

strolling  around  columbia,  exploring  a  bookstore,  visiting  his  favorite  café  with  a  book  and  settling  down  to  read  it  over  coffee  until  he’s  due  to  teach  his  next  class  in  a  building  nearby

[archsebastian]

remember  when  i  started  writing  seb  in  july  of  fucking  2013

[archsebastian]

MCTHIEFY

INT.     UNKNOWN DWELLING, UNKNOWN LOCATION   -   NIGHT.          CONSCIOUSNESS WAS MET WITH THE DIM LIGHT OF THE MOON FILTERED THROUGH THE ONLY WINDOW IN THE MAKESHIFT CAMP. THE TALL TREES AND HIGH CLIFFS CAN STILL BE SEEN, BUT THE SOUND OF NATURE MIXED WITH GUNFIRE WAS GONE. HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN KNOCKED OUT?

                    the headache hit him like a sucker punch      when he tried to sit ,   the pain pulsing and making him groan even at the smallest movement .   nathan doesn’t remember much of his last moments prior to his unconsciousness .   there are fragments – him running away from men with big guns trying to shoot them down ,   him dangling from the side of an eroding cliff then slipping ,   him feeling a quick but sharp pain as his head grazed something hard ,   and then darkness .   you have stretched your luck to it’s limits now ,   drake .   would he dare pull it further and hope it wouldn’t break ?   he probably shouldn’t . 

                                                       not yet .

@inlondon·   said   “   he thinks we’re dead ,   so let’s keep it that way .   ”

                   “   i sure hope so .   the last thing we need right now is another merciless war criminal hunting down our asses .   how long was i out ,   by the way ?   ” nathan said through gritted teeth ,   although he still tried for a smile when he looked up at his companion .   usually around this time ,   whoever he was with would leave him to die .   he was used to people quitting when things get a little hairy .   but the man stuck around ,   and for that he is grateful .   “   well ,   the good thing here is that we have the element of surprise .   we just need to find another way into the site without being seen   …   sorry ,   have you seen my journal ?   ”

SEBASTIAN  MAKES  A  SEMI-COMICAL  FACE  ,  lips  pointedly  pursed  ,  brows  upturned  as  he  leans  his  head  from  side  to  side  in  an  attempt  at  some  levity               his  eyes  go  upwards  in  thought  .  ❝  mm  . . .  yes  ,  i  do  think  adding  ANOTHER  war  criminal  to  the  growing  list  of  people  who  want  to  kill  us  both  would  be  . . .  unfortunate  ,  to  put  it  mildly  .  ❞  even  in  this  peculiar  situation  ,  sebastian  tries  to  match  his  companion’s  lighter  tone  .  he  proves  he’s  not  being  callous  with  his  remark  by  offering  a  small  smile  .  ❝  you  were  out  for  thirty  minutes  or  so  ,  i’d  say  .  you’re  lucky  i’m  not  harboring  any  injuries  --  i  had  to  carry  you  for  quite  a  bit  .  ❞  sebastian  brushes  a  bit  of  dirt  from  his  arm  before  eyeing  and  studying  nathan  for  a  moment  .  ❝  anything  hurt  too  bad  to  go  on  ,  or  are  you  going  to  stick  it  out  ?  oh  !!  here  .  ❞  reminded  of  the  journal  ,  he  reaches  for  it                     hidden  momentarily  under  a  few  large  leaves  .  ❝  sensed  it  was  important  ,  so  i  hid  it  there  in  case  they  came  marching  over  here  unannounced  and  we  had  to  bail  .  rather  hide  it  than  them  find  it  on  you  .  ❞  after  handing  over  the  journal  ,  sebastian  stretches  his  arms  above  his  head  .  ❝  when  you’re  ready  ,  we  can  go  .  or  plan  first  ,  i  don’t  mind  either  .  ❞  a  pause  .  ❝  oh  ,  your  gun  .  i  couldn’t  recover  it  .  COULDN’T  FIND  IT  after  you  fell  .  hope  that  wasn’t  a  family  heirloom  or  something  .  sorry  .  ❞

[pinkteapots]

When your body is approximately 78% tea

[archsebastian]

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒.

𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖.     innocence, big dreamer, waking up too early, walking home, being afraid of meeting new people, slim hands, always cold, reading a book under a tree, the smell of the forest, missing your home.

𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐄.   independent, caring too much for others, sharp looks, walking down the city late at night, the tallest and more spectacular building, iron, being single and okay in a world that tells you that being single is bad.

𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓.    falling in love easily and heavily, traveler, the infinity of the bluest sky, storms, broken smiles, forgetting people who used to be your beloved ones, feeling out of place, mistrusting people, a fleeting romance.

𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖.     feeling as if you have seen so much and as if you know a lot, prejudge, tight hugs that leave you breathless, a grey sky, serenity, intelligence, being left behind, chains, smoke, the pride of someone wise.

𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄.      petals, jealousy, being tired of living with the same old faces, whispered secrets, marble, sundresses, white clothes, the first sunset of winter, pride in who you are, learning to get over someone.

𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐋.     family, golden light, the sea murmuring in your ear, summer afternoons, caramel ice cream, collecting seashells and other things and calling them treasures, living breezy and carefree, swimming in sunlight.

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘.       artistic, getting excited easily, dancing and singing while you are alone, looking at your friends having fun, no phone, being afraid of judgement, spring, a meaningful gift, the first ray of sunlight.

tagging : anyone  that  would  like  to  steal  this  !! tagged by: @ledovna​ !!

[archsebastian]

❝ I  DON’T  KNOW  HOW  TO  STAY  TENDER  WITH  THIS  MUCH  BLOOD  IN  MY  MOUTH. ❞

INLONDON  /  est. 2013  

[nehmesis]

“Listen to me: I was a child

who only wanted

to heal things —”

(current wip)

[mrksmn]

SEB  MORAN  →  HIS  HANDSOME  RED  SWEATER

[yeoldeanchovie]

“I look to literature for comfort. The words of those who have explained to me my own self at times, whose words strike my very core. In those words I find a moment of reprieve, a moment of relief that I’m not alone.”

A Silver Lining In A Chaotic Mind

[emmettlathropbrown]

justice joslin for mango

[archsebastian]

SWITCBLADE

without  realizing  it , his  eyes  are  closed . but  there’s  the  familiar  warmth  pressing  into  his  hand , & he  reckons  that  it  must  be  sebastian’s  hand . a  thumb above  his  knuckles  &  brushing  past  the  raised  scarring  above  each  hill  without  a  sound . waiting , he  could  do  that .  he  was  good  at  waiting . sometimes  waiting  was  all  there  was  to  do  when  you  were  locked  half  a  mile  away  from  the  other  agents , the  key  turning  before  the  door  slammed  him  to  a  complete  &  absolute  isolation . a  private  &  exclusive  room  prepared  for  feral  dogs . & he’d  wait , count  the  number  of  times  it  took  his  heart  to  beat  until  the  locks  turned  back  again , or  run  down  the  list  of  words  beginning  from  ‘a’  in  the  dictionary  until  they’d  release  him . most  of  the  time , they  returned  somewhere  between ‘decay’ & ‘december’. you  again ?  the  guards  would  say  each  time , say  a  word  or  two  about  the  casualty  of  the  week . the  solar  plexus  is  a  very  specific  part  of  the  body  to  aim  for . & he’d  nod , once  in  a while &  say:  isn’t  it  though ?      —— ❝ i  could  wait  .  ❞      maybe  it  was  the  way  sebastian’s  voice  tapered  down  to  a  soft  question , or  it  was  the  grip  over his  hand  that  translated  to :  if  you’d  like , i  would  not  stop  you  if  you  were  to  leave . but  stay , because  i’d  like  for  you  to .  the  toe  of  his  boots  slides  across  the  room , bumps  against  the  open  door , shutting  it  close  with  a  quiet  thud . a  slow  nod , &  he  pulls  both  arms  around  sebastian’s  neck , head  tilting  to  press  another  faint  kiss  to  his  lips .  once , twice , lasting  only  enough  for  sebastian  to  blink  in  small  surprises .  third  time , he  leans  in  carefully , a  smile  rising  through  the  rosen  bloom  of  his  cheeks .    ❝ careful , i  might  just  jab  straight  into  your  solar  plexus . ❞  

HE  LIKES  THAT  DAMIAN  SHUTS  THE  DOOR  .  of  course  he  does  .  and  he’s  not  to  be  blamed  for  that  added  level  of  reassurance  here  ,  offering  some  comfort  ,  some  privacy  .  sebastian’s  office  hours  were  yesterday  ,  so  he’s  hoping  he  might  avoid  any  students  wandering  in  asking  questions  ,  intruding  upon  this  alone  time  .  any  alone  time  with  damian  at  home  is  expected                 no  one  else  lives  in  his  apartment  .  but  alone  time  here  ,  at  columbia  ?  after  hours  of  pining  ,  yearning  for  damian’s  presence  ,  and  now  he  shows  up  with  coffee  and  a  warm  scarf  seeking  kisses  ?  sebastian  prays  for  solitude  .  he  prays  the  door  will  stay  shut  ,  and  prays  for  no  knocks  .  damian’s  boot  shuts  the  door  ,  and  then  he’s  sliding  his  arms  around  his  shoulders  ,  and  sebastian  gains  a  sharp  intake  of  air  before  he  knows  what’s  happening  .  another  kiss  .  two  .  three  .  oh  ,  damian  is  being  so  generous  here  .  sebastian  sees  the  blush  .  he  could  have  worshipped  it  .  ❝  yeah  ?  is  that  something  you  fantasize  about  ?  jabbing  me  right  here  ?  ❞  a  tap  to  his  abdomen  before  he  ,  too  ,  wraps  his  arms  around  his  lover  and  brings  him  in  close  .  a  soothing  kiss  to  his  cheek  ,  then  to  his  eyebrow  .  ❝  PLEASE  STAY  .  ❞  tender  .  before  ,  it  was  a  question  .  stay  with  me  ?  now  it’s  pleading  .  the  tip  of  his  nose  drags  up  and  down  along  damian’s  cheek  .  ❝  i  know  it  would  be  so  easy  for  you  to  just  tell  me  off  and  leave  my  office  straightaway  but                  ❞  sebastian  seals  their  lips  in  a  slow  kiss  ,  speaking  when  he  pauses  for  a  breath  ,  ❝  no  umbrella  .  don’t  want  you  catching  a  cold  out  there  . . .  ❞