now at livedtough

indie desmond from lost. icon/image credit to makers. #inanotherliife. 9.8.17.

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moved

desmond lives here now. 

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moved

desmond lives here now. 

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moved

desmond lives here now. 

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moved

desmond lives here now. 

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moved

desmond lives here now. 

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moved

desmond lives here now. 

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BODY STUDY: DESMOND HUME

2x01 

authors note. this has been in my drafts for. literal years. im celebrating moving by posting it. 

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moved

desmond lives here now. 

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moved

desmond lives here now. 

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just to let yall know-- over the next little while im gonna be working on moving desmond over to a multi for low activity characters. ill let u know when it’s all set up, and that might not be for a little, but just know that announcement’s coming

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                 — ᴏɴ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ,

                                   ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ

                               ｗｒｉｔｔｅｎ ｂｙ Ｌａｕｒｅｎ

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I never expected her. Sometimes people sneak up on you and suddenly you don’t know how you ever lived without them.

Elle Kennedy, The Deal (via quotethat)

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“No I don’t.” She sighs, taking a swig from the flask herself before momentarily placing it in her pocket. “I know how difficult it is to travel. I don’t care whether it’s a commercial flight or my own private jet, every time that plane takes off I’m scared I’m never gonna see Hugo again.” She admits, pursing her lips as she glances over at Desmond. “I can’t step foot in a plane without borderline overdosing myself with antihistamines and booze. It helps me sleep and if shit hits the fan then at least I’m too out of it to remember my death.” Reaching into her pocket, she passes the flask to him again. “I’ll take care of you, Desmond. You’re going to be okay.“

He nods, and he sighs. Of course she would feel the same. They’d gotten there differently, but in the end they’d both ended up on that island. Boat or plane, it didn’t matter. They both had people they loved, both had people they didn’t want to leave behind. If there was anyone in his life that understood, even better than Penny, it was her. He could never truly escape what had happened, because she would always be part of it, and she would always be part of their lives. He accepts the offered flask, and he takes a swallow from it. “I still sail,” he says, a fact he knows she’s aware of, but it’s repeated anyway, “even though I can’t say it doesn’t cross my mind every time I step foot on a boat, because I won’t let it take that from me.” A pause. “I know I’m not a courageous man, but if it means staying here, I’ll fight with everything I’ve got.”

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got a warm scarf boy for fall/winter now uwu

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i’m so lucky to have you

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Jamie’s Muse’s Birthdays

Bucky: March 10, 1917 Marcos: June 20, 1992 Taylor: September 7, 1995 Murtagh: September 17, 7982 AC (1991) Erik: September 23, ???? Paul: October 19, 2211 (1972) AJ: October 30, 1922 Desmond: December 9, 1967 The Doctor: ?? ?, ????

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“Not at all.” She responds as she pulls out her hip flask filled with scotch and passes it to him. “I think you just need a drink and a good talk.” Sameen wasn’t buying anything he said, she’d been a lawyer for way too long to know that he was lying through his teeth. Badly. “If you’re upset about us wanting to go on vacation with you guys then we won’t go. You, Penny and Charlie can go alone and make a nice trip out of it. But if something else is troubling you, you know you can always talk to me about it. I don’t hold back and neither should you.”

His eyes drop to the flask, and he hesitates a beat before accepting it and taking a swallow. Small, nothing big, nothing that will start him down a road he shouldn’t walk tonight, but something. He sighs as he hands it back to her. “It’s not that,” he says, and immediately regrets his choice of words. “I don’t mind if you come. You’re Penny’s friend, and Charlie seems to like you well enough.” He pauses for a long moment, hands fidgeting in his lap. “Can you blame me for not being eager to travel?”