family.

bury your worry or worry your worry tonight.

[f4mily]

this blog is still on hiatus, however you can now find me at spiritsmourn! a blog for my new fandomless original character <3

[f4mily]

this blog is still on hiatus, however you can now find me at spiritsmourn! a blog for my new fandomless original character <3

[f4mily]

this blog is still on hiatus, however you can now find me at spiritsmourn! a blog for my new fandomless original character <3

[f4mily]

Collapses here. Kisses ur head. Flees into the night

LYS MY BELOVED MY BEST FRIEND. get back here i need to kiss ur head rn

[f4mily]

and what if i make a return but with a solo blog for my sad oc who sees ghosts

[f4mily]

feeling incredibly uninspired when it comes to writing and my creative hobbies, feeling very exhausted every time i think about writing or plotting. i really hate feeling like this. i think what i'm going to do is take a long break, put my blog on hiatus, and come back when the urge hits me again and i feel more comfortable on this platform.

[f4mily]

feeling incredibly uninspired when it comes to writing and my creative hobbies, feeling very exhausted every time i think about writing or plotting. i really hate feeling like this. i think what i'm going to do is take a long break, put my blog on hiatus, and come back when the urge hits me again and i feel more comfortable on this platform.

[f4mily]

feeling incredibly uninspired when it comes to writing and my creative hobbies, feeling very exhausted every time i think about writing or plotting. i really hate feeling like this. i think what i'm going to do is take a long break, put my blog on hiatus, and come back when the urge hits me again and i feel more comfortable on this platform.

[f4mily]

feeling incredibly uninspired when it comes to writing and my creative hobbies, feeling very exhausted every time i think about writing or plotting. i really hate feeling like this. i think what i'm going to do is take a long break, put my blog on hiatus, and come back when the urge hits me again and i feel more comfortable on this platform.

[f4mily]

feeling incredibly uninspired when it comes to writing and my creative hobbies, feeling very exhausted every time i think about writing or plotting. i really hate feeling like this. i think what i'm going to do is take a long break, put my blog on hiatus, and come back when the urge hits me again and i feel more comfortable on this platform.

[ch4ined-archived]

[ txt : den ] good so then ur home and ur not busy

[ txt : den ] also u dont remember last weekend when i sucked u off so good u had tears in ur eyes??? ring any bells?

[ txt : den ] im at catherine and 3rd

[f4mily]

[ sms : jin ] that's how you remember it? alright.

[ sms : jin ] god i fucking hate you sometimes

[ sms : jin ] fine. i'll come pick you up jesus

[ sms : jin ] take a deep breath and give me a fucking minute. think you can handle that?

[agcraphobic]

@prodigalmd

frank… have.. to get to frank.

even with eyes accustomed to the darkness of the night and years of training his body to endure even the most extreme of injuries, bruce could only makeout blurry shapes and the star-like disorientation of the street lights around him. they burn. the sweat from his forehead must have saturated the dark around his eyes. ( blood can be seen dripping from behind the socket of his mask. a droplet clinging to his right eye’s top lash. )

a sickening anxiety churns within his stomach as he drags himself closer to the front door of a lover, who is sure to be very unhappy with the condition that the bat finds himself in. left forearm is wrapped around his abdomen gloved hand applying, albeit weakening, pressure to the gash wound at his side carved by a knife-throwing gotham rogue in the heat of battle. certainly not an immediate thread to his life but at the same time, it wasn’t one that could wait until the bat cave. had it not been for the artificial adrenaline he had pumping through him he may not have even had the chance to get to frank.

each breath is shallow and short, his whole body jerking in pain as lungs press against bruising ribs. bruce raises his free hand to the door and knocks on it, cautiously at first, and then more desperate as knees begin to wobble and the rush to stay conscious begins to ebb away. bruce leans against the door to hold himself up, moaning with each throbbing pain that shot through him.

[f4mily]

another sleepless night. it's been pretty common these days, especially when i know that bruce is out there doing god knows what. there's this pit in my stomach that i can't ignore regardless of how hard i try. it's a mixture of concern and dread. anticipation, too. anticipating bruce showing up late in the evening or the following day, doing his best to conceal injuries from me. i hate that, when he does it. i understand why, though. he doesn't want to worry me, get me involved. even with the understanding, it doesn't make it any easier.

i return from the kitchen with another cup of tea, setting it down on my coffee table when i hear a thud from my front door. i'm about to ignore it, write it off as someone in the hallway, but then it happens again. a knock, then more in rapid succession. i approach the door hesitantly at first, peeking through the peep hole once i'm close enough. once my eyes lock on the visitor my stomach drops, heart lurching up into my throat as i see bruce standing tattered and bloody outside of my front door. i unlock the door without even thinking, throwing the door open with wide eyes.

"bruce? what ... oh my god." my hands immediately shoot outwards, finding themselves under his arms, trying to hold him up. "baby, what happened to you? oh my god ..." i'm trying my best to keep the shock out of my voice but i can't. my mind was already swirling with the worst thoughts, and now here they were. it was reality now. "come on, hey, c - can you walk?" it almost sounds like i'm speaking to a startled animal rather than my partner. i shift, moving to support most of his weight with my arms. "come on, let's ... we need to get you inside. god, bruce ..." i urge him forward, guiding him into the apartment, trying my best to push down the bile rising up in my throat.

[adflorum]

[ text : frankie ] who told ya that?

[ text : frankie ] i can. think i got an extra helmet somewhere in the shop...

[ text : frankie ] was gonna play it by ear. you haven't eaten, right? so we'll start with that.

[f4mily]

[ sms : duke ] just something i pieced together on my own

[ sms : duke ] can't believe i'm actually getting on that death trap of yours

[ sms : duke ] don't you have a car or something?

[ sms : duke ] no, i haven't eaten. taking me out to dinner?

[ sms : duke ] cute

[f4mily]

ft. matt & dennis ( @adflorum ), continued.

i mirror his laugh, smile stretching across my face. "seems like dr. santos really likes jokes and pranks, always keeping me on my toes." not a complaint, honestly. if anything it helps me feel included. it was a rough start joining the team at ptmc, everyone seemed so close, but it's gotten easier. and now i know that dr. whitaker grew up on a farm, too. i just keep winning.

"nebraska, nice. i've never been to nebraska really. well, that's not true. i drove through nebraska once, when i moved from Oregon to Pennsylvania. there are a lot of corn and soybeans." i really miss it sometimes, the fields. living in a city is weird sometimes. isolating. my brows raise when he asks me, surprise washing over my face. oh, he wants to have a conversation. "oh! well, i uh ... i lived on a homestead. we grew everything, we had some wheat fields, apple trees, a big garden with all sorts of veggies. we had livestock too. we didn't really go to the grocery store, just kinda traded things back and forth with other people that lived in my town, hah, if you could even call it that." i pause, as if i'm waiting for the joke about growing up in a cult. "we were a pretty close community."

[f4mily]

good morning everyone!! hope you all are doing well :) i've got a light workload at work today so the plan is to add more drafts to the queue. apologies if i'm more quiet in dms! my social battery is kind of shot right now

[w4rfared]

lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs. ( marco and caleb .... )

SMOOCHES ft. doc moretti

they're nearing the end of gone with the wind, he can tell by the dialogue alone, another one of marco's favourites that he's subjecting caleb to, working their way slowly through their own personal criterion closet. it's the perfect end to an evening, really. empty wine glasses and dinner plates that marco hasn't yet endeavoured to get up and clean remain on the nightstands - he wants to stay right here, in bed and comfortable and content.

he's mindful of caleb's comfort as marco finds himself leaning over him, bracketed on his hands, pressing languid kisses to his lips. he shifts his weight to one hand and lowers himself to his forearm if only to free one hand to gently hold caleb's jaw. " could do this all night, " they murmur, tilting to nose at his cheek. " fuck, i love you. "

[f4mily]

i do not think i could get sick of evenings like this, relaxing in bed with marco like this. normally, i'd be apposed to eating in bed, but i truly couldn't sit at the couch today. i normally would have declined marco's offer to have dinner in bed, but ... time together while we were both comfortable sounded quite nice. some wine, some dinner, one of their favorite movies playing on the television. my eyes drift from their focus on the television when i feel marco move beside me, smiling against his kiss before i find myself relaxing into it.

a content hum builds in my throat, raising my hand to thread through the hair on the back of his head, other hand resting gently on top of their hand against my face. "now i wouldn't mind that." i tilt my head, chasing after his lips. the kiss is slow and lazy, i've got no intention to rush anything this evening. "i love you, too." i mumble against their lips, smile stuck on my face. "we're missing the end of the movie." i tease with a wiggle of my eyebrows, "you're very distracting, did you know that?"

[f4mily]

talked to a patient who's close to my age for literally 3 hours today at work. big wins here tbh. what a fun time