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iitsalive:

    “Then I shall only give to those I trust with good reasoning, yeah?”

    Half honest. Create and give life for those who truly need it, and prove it to himself. For him, and his brother.

    “Any more questions?”

         ‘ . . . NO. ‘ 

   a long pause, and nimble fingers    push back strands of auburn hair    behind small, elfish ears. there’s    more she feels must be said. 

         ‘ ------BUT why are you doing this?                    what’s pushing you to... to do                          something so dangerous? ‘

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iitsalive:

    “You could say that. But what if someone, like an infant for example, NEVER knew what life was like? What if someone died so soon that they couldn’t live their dream? Science is changing everyday. With its ever growing, I can change how we think of death and bring hope.”

    Victor’s lips curved into a smirk of pride. To him, it seemed alright. So many people named him the ‘Mad Scientist’ for such thing, but will prove them wrong once again.

   the thought of her son, gone before his time,    springs to mind. what wouldn’t she do for him?    would she not want some way to bring him back? 

   a sigh escapes pursed lips, and eyes flick back    to him. she doesn’t know what to think.

         ‘ ------IF this is something you can do... who’s to say            someone else won’t use this for the wrong reasons? ‘

[maourljossmoved]

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oflightprophecy:

                  ❛ then CRAZY is my middle name.❜

         ‘ ------AND how about your first and last? ‘

[maourljossmoved]

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oflightprophecy:

                   ❛ that can be TRUE, but honestly what is n o r m a l to this anyhow ?? ❜

         ‘ AT this point, i couldn’t care less about normal.            i’ll take crazy if it’s what works. ‘

[harystyelz]

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vxceandvirtue:

  [she nods, trying to breathe. not again, she thinks to herself. being a parent–is she really?–is something she’s always feared. the life she leads is far from what a child needs. or deserves, for that matter. a lump forms in her throat.]

     No one’s ever taught me. I–my parents, they were wonderful, but–how am I supposed to know? She’s not…she isn’t even mine.

  [how is this supposed to sound to a complete stranger? shit. she shakes her head, almost as if to apologize.]

     She’s my goddaughter, I mean.

   eyes are cast to pavement, and her    smile wavers and fades ----but never    disappears. this is, to put it lightly, an    odd situation. but it’s not one she’d    run from. she only hopes she can    say something to help. 

         ‘ NOBODY can prepare you for what a child needs.            my dad says he’s still learning how to take care of me,            even though he knows he doesn’t have to any more.            ------i just mean that... it’s normal, you know? to feel            like you don’t have a goddamn clue what you’re doing. ‘

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weightofwar:

the blush on her cheek is familiar,  though he always admires it like the first time. he gives her a shrug. 

         ‘ holidays. figured i’d come home.             bad time? ‘

   arms cross over her chest,    but her smile grows. no    answer is given ;; instead,    she nods at his cigarette. 

         ‘ I’M trying to quit, you know.            you’re a terrible influence. ‘

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weightofwar:

        ‘ you still gettin’ up to the same shit, huh? ‘ 

                     it’s a surprise. he hasn’t said a word about coming home for the holidays, but here he is. flesh and blood and even that crooked smile. cigarette dangling from it, but a smile nonetheless. 

   the look on her face reads unclear    ------there’s a hint of a smile on her    lips, shock in the widening of her    eyes, and a flush of pink to pale    cheeks. 

         ‘ ------WHAT are you doing here? ‘

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i want lucy to run into joey’s father, one day. i want him to not remember her at first, and get to know her and become friends (or something more, eventually?) with her. i want him to finally see joey and make the connection; do the math and realize they have the same hair colour and the same nose and that that little boy has got to be his. i want him to continue to pretend that he’s oblivious, until eventually, he can’t hold it in anymore and he tells lucy everything. in fact, i NEED it.

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steelbreeze:

                     he’s looking through the tinder his brother set up for him. swipe right, swipe right, swipe right. is he really that out of touch ?? he’s only twenty-eight, goddammit. he’s not old, despite the fact that salt‘n’pepper strands are beginning to poke through mouse brown roots ( shitty hair genes. thanks mom !! ).

                                                               ‘ IT’S A MATCH! ‘

                     he taps the button that says ‘ start chatting ‘. what the fuck does he know about dating ?? socializing ?? functioning like a productive member of society ??               … absolutely nothing.

matthew: hey

                    charming. not.

matthew: i’m new to this, LOL lol, sorry

   this is not the kind of thing she does. she’s a MOTHER.    she has her own set of issues to deal with that don’t need    to be put onto any sort of stranger from a dating app filled    with people so much younger than herself. 

   she doesn’t know what she’s doing. she’s swiping right on   anybody within five years of her own age, whether she would    ever go out on a date with them or not. she’s having fun, oddly    enough. she doesn’t get it, but she’s having fun. 

   a match pops up, and she continues swiping, but seconds    later there’s a message popping up... she scrolls through    his photos once more before replying. 

                  LUCY: Hey! I’m no expert, myself. No need to apologize :)                   LUCY: How are you?

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elusivepetrova:

               A nose was scrunched up,  delicate features   suddenly not so pretty anymore as she caught sight of the apparently ill child and the disgusting snot coming out of his nose like a waterfall. Eww.   ❝Your child is broken.❞,   she answered drily, utterly grossed out by that smeared face.

   a laugh bubbles out, more genuine    than the previous smile, and curls    bounce as she shakes her head. a    hand reaches out for a napkin or two,    and she coos at joey while she wipes    at his nose. 

         ‘ I’M sorry, i know not everybody likes kids all that            much. ------he’s a lot cuter without all the goo. ‘

[maourljossmoved]

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oflightprophecy:

                               ❛ people tend to do crazy things when they are IN LOVE——– ❜

         ‘ PEOPLE do crazy things when they think            they’re in love. if you really love somebody,            n o t h i n g ’ s   crazy. ‘

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iitsalive:

　  　 “Life is so precious, beautiful…and so short-lived.” Victor tried to explain his intentions as best as he could. Using his mind and heart to bring it out. This was how serious he was. “Death lasts forever, but what if we woke up again? What I’m trying to do is bring life back.” 

   an attempted smile flickers    at the corners of her lips, but    brows furrow nonetheless,    and eyes are filled with    confusion. 

         ‘ BUT... what if we aren’t meant to be allowed            to come back? isn’t the shortness of life what            makes it so precious? ‘

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millenniium:

             “ thank you. ” he closes the door behind her. “ coffee ? tea ? ” he wraps himself around with an old blanket. his body half-frozen even when fully-dressed.

         ‘ COFFEE would be great, if you don’t mind. ‘ 

   she shrugs her shoulders,    choosing to leave her coat    on upon seeing him wrapped i    n a blanket even while inside. 

         ‘ JUST with a tiny bit of milk or cream, if you’ve got it. ‘

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lucy falling in love with someone and later on finding out that they lead a dangerous life and trying to keep them away from her son but DAM N she loves them and she can’t keep herself away so she’s just hella real about it. like man ‘if u bring that shit into my home, near my son, you’re gone’ and ‘there will not be second chances’ and yeah

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sonovahunter:

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      “’M not even that drunk–” He’d said it mostly  to himself       and  despite  his  mental,  semi-verbal,  protests, Dean       found  his feet   dragging   against  the tarnished  wood       flooring of the Coyote Ugly  styled bar, in a state who’s       name was currently alluding him. Not to worry of course,       he was 82% sure he was still in America.

Rolling  his  eyes he shook o f f  someone’s hand on his shoulder, who he could vaguely tell was trying  to ask if he was okay.   Or maybe they were   trying to  steal  his wallet  or  pick a fight.   Either way the bowlegged man found   himself stumbling out  of the bar’s door.  “Damn, maybe I am that drunk.”

   Feeling cooling  f a t  droplets of water plop themselves    over the top of his head, he was   actually  thankful   for    the sobering effect. Looking to his left he saw someone    and  immediately  he  felt distrustful  and on edge. “Hey!    What’re you stalking outside a bar for?”

   CIGARETTES ;; a real vice, for a tired woman with an    addiction and terrible stress. she has a child, and she’s    seen enough anti-smoking ads to know well enough    that second hand smoke is something to be avoided,    especially among small children. she’s trying to quit, she    really is. but it’s not that  e a s y. 

   so she’s sulking outside of a dive bar in the dark and    in the rain, smoking the last inch of her cigarette like    it’s the last one in the world. and the guilt is eating her    alive, and she can’t stop. so yes, she looks SHADY.    she feels shady, too ------sue her. 

         ‘ HM? ‘ 

   head pops up and swivels to view the source of the    voice, and she smiles through a cough. 

         ‘ STALKING? god, do i really            look like i’m stalking? ‘ 

   she mumbles something to herself and, after taking    one last, long drag, throws her cigarette into a puddle    a few feet in front of her. 

         ‘ SORRY ----i could ask you            the same thing, though. ‘

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elusivepetrova:

                ❝ Excuse me, lady ? I believe you wanted to join the end  of the queue, right ?! ❞, the vampire hissed as suddenly a woman pushed to the front, where she was waiting for her beloved morning coffee.

                                                                ( @disintegrium liked for a starter ) 

   mood terrible and eyes tired,    she shuffles around to face the    source of the protest. lips spread    into a smile despite herself, and    one hand raises in apology    ----the other, tucked firmly    underneath the diapered    bottom of a one year old,    his face smeared and    dripping with snot. 

         ‘ OH gosh, no ----i just wanted to grab            some napkins. cold season, and all. ‘