DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?

[hitline-a]

hey, what’s up. jacket moved to @hitline.

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continued. || @divinesouled

          observant , though the vibe he gives off is deadpan - distant.  jacket notices the shaking of her hands , the tired lines along her face.  he knows how exhaustion affects the body , knows the symptoms of when some becomes too much.  he steadies his hands beneath the cup to make sure it isn’t dropped when she first takes it from him , pulls them away to stuff them into the pockets of his letterman when he’s convinced she’ll be fine.

          a shrug accompanied by the softest of nods that pushes small tufts of blonde hair into the wind for a moment.  “ i got time , ” spoken after the quiet humming of idle thought.

[hitline-a]

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[lesbiandomesticity]

you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.

[hitline-a]

she has her nose buried in the feathers - he's so cold, hands so frigid where they rest against her waist, but the lifelike mask offers some ghostly warmth she craves. or perhaps she's imagining it. either way, he's soft there, and she's content to rest despite the occasional tickle. a sigh that ruffles those same feathers, and a brief nuzzle before she's pulling away just enough to meet deadened eyes. " roo roo. take me t'bed, won't 'ya? " / val @ a dickard :3

          if there has ever been anything akin to sleep for him , it was something more of a dormant lying of spirit within an empty shell , like a reflection that lingers a bit too long in the mirror before fading away.  but just before he can do just that , his attention is awakening a sleeping corpse to the sound of her voice.  head tilts downwards a bit , it’s easy to see by the shifting of mask against the soft surface of pillow brushing against the feathers donning the back.  cold hands bend stiff fingers along her skin , pressing in as he shifts and takes her with him.

          there’s no trouble in standing , he does that well enough , all the while managing to keep her close.  “ did you get any sleep last night ?  you’ve been quiet. ”

[hitline-a]

🍻 + " do you regret letting me close? "

          he’s never been one for the more fancy variety of alcoholic beverages that have always been available to him.  instead of choosing something light - something that would get someone barely tipsy to throw them into a fit of either giggles or tears , jacket’s first choice is more on the harder side.  he can’t remember all that went into this glass besides a shot of vodka , but there’s something akin to the feeling off floating being taken by surprise by the sudden feeling of falling.  eyes turn to her when she speaks , dry lips slightly pressing together to swallow down a dormant fear in the back of his mind - something that can’t quite be suppressed under the influence of whatever this hellish concoction consists of.  jacket stares , tears his eyes away from her , and suddenly realizes he isn’t that thirsty anymore.  left hand pushes the glass upon the table beside him away.

          “ yeah , ” hushed , rough , like no matter the amount of liquid he consumes will ever truly fix it.  “ i don’t . . . i -- ” trouble , brows knitting , jaw working a bit to press tongue along the inside of mouth , drag it across the back of his bottom teeth.  the flurry of past instances , the times that he’s fallen for someone only to have her ribs wrenched from her body - her blood soaked into hardwood floors and carpets that have long been replaced ; removed.  jacket begins to wonder if any of those women died at his hand , can’t seem to remember if it were because of him.  mind at ease when he’s been hushed by a familiar conscience that is much less angrier than the others.  he’d never lay his hands on a woman he loved.  “ i’m just . . .  bad luck , i think. ”

[divinitybreathed]

                                 dust is all they make of you. 

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continued. / @divinitybreathed

          right hand rests upon the gear shift , idly pushing and pulling as tires turn to ease the vehicle out of the parking lot and onto the freeway.  eyes cut sharply to her for a moment in time to catch the look given - but jacket could’ve seen it coming if his eyes had remained on the road.  the corners of his lips curl upwards , only slightly , and vision trails back to the section bordered by white lines ahead of them.  “ yeah , ” a bit monotonous , but that’s simply the way those gears turn inside that messy little head of his. 

          final gear is reached , the sound of passing cars sending wind against the metallic silver of delorean’s exterior.  his free hand reaches into the bag in his lap to pull out a couple fries and stuff them into his mouth before fingers return to remove the hot food from now too-warm area.  “ think there’s a blanket in the back. ”

[hitline-a]

jacket and val . canon

[melamemea]

drunken confession.

your muse is drinking with mine and has been given the chance to question my muse anything they want to know. some may be triggering, others won’t. send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer.

“ what’s holding you back in life ?”

“ is everything alright? ”

“ when did you choose to give up ?”

“ what’s the kinkiest thing you have ever done ?”

“ how many have you slept with ?”

“ what’s your biggest secret ?”

“ do you believe in love ?”

“ what’s the meanest thing you have done ?”

“ what scares you more than anything ?”

“ have you ever considered running away ?”

“ do you love me ?”

“ what’s your dirtiest fantasy ?”

“ who hurt you ?”

“ what made you this way ?”

“ is there anyone special in your life ?”

“ why are you always smiling ?”

“ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”

“ if you could do anything in world, what would it be ?”

“ who are you, really ?”

“ is there anything you regret ?”

“ what’s your biggest regret ?”

“ tell me about your first kiss ?”

“ what is your deepest, darkest fear ?”

“ is there anyone you regret kissing ?”

“ have you ever cheated, or been cheated on ?”

“ what is the most embarrassing thing in your room ?”

“ who have you loved, but they didn’t love you back ?”

“ is there something you have never told anyone ?”

“ when was the last time you cried ?”

“ how come you keep running away ?”

“ have you ever made someone cry ?”

“ if anything, what makes you hate a person ?”

“ what takes for you to fall in love, trust someone ?”

“ do you believe in true love ?”

“ what have you done that people would judge you most for doing ?”

“ do you regret letting me close ?”

“ is there someone you have a crush on ?”

“ what is the strangest place you have ever had sex ?”

“ tell me your most awkward date story ?”

“ do you ever get scared ?”

“ what do you really think of life ?”

add your own for further development.

[hitline-a]

hi, guys! i moved jacket to a multimuse for a while so that i don’t get stressed having to switch blogs forever and always, so please follow me at @illestintentions !

[illestintentions-blog1]

what do you want from me ? / why don’t you run from me ? what are you wondering ? / what do you know ?

why aren’t you scared of me ? / why do you care for me ? when we all fall asleep / where do we go ?

[divinitybreathed]

i don’t have the motivation to create another graphic right now, so consider this a little temporary promo ! 

i’m uni / bandit ( she/they, 20+ ) and this is an indie, selective multimuse that spans across fandoms like fallout, dbd, infamous, marvel, and more ! both canon and oc characters are present. feel free to follow / like / reblog and i’ll check you out!! and if you spread this around i’d be super grateful mwah mwah !! 

[hitline-a]

icefelled‌:

            cock of head, singular brow following suit. a scrutinizing look, as if picking apart every aspect of his posture and carriage to assess the severity of misdeeds.   “ which one? “ 

          wide-eyes sent to a glance back in the direction he’s just come from.  the knitting of brows , the quiet smack of lips against one another.  shoulders rise and fall in a shrug , “ the one by the fridge. ”

[hitline-a]

icefelled‌:

               the tension lasts a minute, maybe less. piercing reaction born more of shock than anything else before it subsides, allowing for shoulders to slump back into a relaxed form. idly, the candy in her mouth is chewed again, right cheek protruding slightly with the presence of it. a negligible existence, one that can be glazed over without issue - she is not anyone of any importance, not that she could surmise in surface thoughts. 

                  penelope rolls onto heels, an aimless motion to quell restlessness, a nervous tick to sate the bristling anxiety of flooding ideas that she may have done something wrong. unreasonable, certainly, and to feed into the proof of it she takes a short side - step closer, extending and arm with the small cardboard package of candies towards him.  “ would you like one? “ 

          unexpected that she steps closer , but his eyes are already darting from her face to the box of candies being held.  one blink - two blinks , bottom lip being partially pulled between teeth in thought.  he’s looked at the candy too long - a mental reminder to look back up.  another blink.

          but he’s reaching before he can stop himself - that is , until his hand is drawn to a halt and instead flipped to display palm up.  the subtle wiggle of excited fingers for anything sweet to munch on.  silent.

[hitline-a]

@icefelled

          he seems rather ashamed of himself.  fingers twiddle together , idly picking at the bandaging surrounding each knuckle.  “ i broke a vase-- ”

[vilanele]

killing eve sentence starters episode 7 - 8

have you just had breakfast?

did you wear those clothes yesterday?

the bad news is s/he’s been murdered in prison. the good news is the buffet’s open.

this isn’t a coincidence.

that happens all the time in those places.

these sausages are so good.

you’re welcome to stay but you haven’t been invited.

we need permission and we’ve prodded them too much already.

don’t pull that determined face.

ooh, my tits are about to drop off.

i’m not interested in how she became to be a killer.

you told me to find her. that is the job that you gave me.

travelling makes you rude.

my understanding of solitary confinement is that it is solitary.

you smell of cabbage.

what’s a butterfly bead?

i decided not to google that.

you have a very pretty nose.

i don’t like girls.

a word of advice: don’t fall asleep.

i don’t want to bring up old wounds.

anything you can give me could potentially protect other people from getting hurt.

do you eat cake?

i don’t want to be free.

i’m afraid this one might be a little challenging.

she said that the only reason i loved him was because he had a penis.

she said she was going to get out and come back to me.

maybe you should stay with a friend for a little while, just in case s/he makes contact.

you’ve never called me sausage before.

you abandoned me.

i was protecting you.

thank you for keeping my family in a cupboard.

your wife is big. strong. and your daughter is so loud.

take the pills.

i am so proud of you. i love you. i love you more than this house. i love you more than my family.

i try to be angry at you. i try to discipline you. i try to trick you into doing what i want you to do and i fail. and i fail because i love you.

you are more powerful than any other person because of what you have in your heart.

you hit me with a log!

i am going to skin your family alive!

be careful. you’re her type.

i just want you to know, darling, you are the most important thing in the world to me.

you might want to keep your husband’s todger locked up.

you can say ‘todger’ but you can’t say ‘sex’?

you come in, whoever you are. you come in and show us your dodgy little face.

oh my god! shut up! or i’ll blow your tiny head to pieces!

my dad is going to kill you in the face!

i’m going to kill your dad in the face! because he is an arsehole!

you are going to die!

what? i’m hungry.

stick out your thumb. look vulnerable.

there’s a reason she went alone and there’ll be a reason she wanted us back in london.

we need to ask her what the hell she was getting out of my girlfriend.

you must have some gadgety thing or something?

god, it makes me rage how efficient things are when you’re a dick to people.

can we at least knock once in case she’s naked or something?

why don’t you speak russian?

language is information. and information is everything.

she’s been told to kill me. i’m her next target.

someone always wants me dead.

she’s going to drive that woman crazy.

is she really annoying?

she’s amazing, but so annoying.

you either want a job, in which case, do what i say, or you don’t want a job, in which case, fend for yourself for once.

your face. your face is hurt.

you look the same.

you look older. it’s nice.

don’t move your tiny stinking ass.

the best sex we ever had was on that chair.

it’s an example of someone who thinks they can shoot a gun, but they can’t.

i will shoot your black heart.

i’ve spent every night dreaming you were alive so i could shoot you myself.

i don’t love her anymore!

did you two used to go out?

the thing is, i can kill you.

now look for some money. we deserve a big lunch.

if i told you, i would really have to kill you, you know.

we just need to give her what she wants.

i’ve decided. you’re a good person.

you’re a good person because you’re sad and sad people are usually good because they feel things more.

oh god, you’re one of those profound kids.

i am not sad. i have a happy face.

why do you have a gun in your car?!

tell me the truth or i’ll shoot you in the leg.

i’m not gonna shake your hand.

do you want some tea?

your passport photo is hilarious!

that’s right, ladies, a child could die!

please stop moving or i will shoot someone!

she is really annoying. i like her.

i’m not here to hurt anyone.

don’t break my heart.

i want to do my job so i can go home and have a bath.

you know, we’ve never had sex. weird, huh?

do you want a cheese puff?

there’s only one cheese puff flavour.

please take me with you! i’m dying here!

that was a dirty move but a good one.

that morning, she had only her underwear on!

did you have a party or something?

what are you going to do with that?

i’m gonna kill you.

you like me too much to kill me.

i think about you all the time.

i think about what you’re wearing and what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with. i think about what friends you have.

i think about your eyes and your mouth and what you feel when you kill someone.

i just want to know everything.

i think about you too. i mean, i masturbate about you a lot.

too much?

so you trash my apartment because you like me so much?

what do you want? honestly. don’t be a dick.

i want normal stuff. a nice life. cool flat. fun job. someone to watch movies with.

god, i’m tired.

you found me. well done.

are you gonna kill me?

would you stay for a bit?

i’ve never done anything like this before.

that’s rude.

i really liked you!

it hurts!

don’t pull it!