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painandvengeance:

“Sorry, were you talking to me?”

“I said you dropped this?” Juno held out the wallet, brow raised.

hackingmax:

“Yeah okay,” he said. He seem to be off in another world. What should a guy do to get a drink around here?

Juno raised a brow slightly at his absentminded answer before taking the seat across from him, the only one in the dimly lit bar that was around anyway. She was meeting someone here, it was crowded enough for her to go unnoticed but not too much that people would recognize her. “Thanks,” she said, taking a sip of her drink as she scanned the dark room.

#max #//ignore text

fernando-crusader:

Relaxed and bothered, Fernando sat down in the chair. Leaning back and propping his leg up, he looked outside. His head shook at the complete irony of his life. How funny it was that no matter how bad he wanted away from home, he only ended up in another place like it. “The streets are becoming so dirty, I feel like I’m back in Brazil” He muttered, pretty sure someone close by heard him.

“The streets are so dirty because the people in control do not care if they are filled with dead corpses or bleeding bodies.” Juno said matter-of-factly as she overhead him speaking. “Though, you might also just be back in Brazil. Remains to be seen either way.” Those in charge would never admit to caring little for the people but they did. They only wanted strength and sway and power, never mind what it would cost their country.

#fernando #im assuming they know each other?

francesco-bellomo:

“Hold on - no, you can’t be serious. That movie is a classic.”

“Hot Rod is not a classic.”

#francesco #//though lbh #//it totally is

kanyefam

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anozki:

Adele - Hello

#about #music #im not breathing properly #this woman's voice #this woman

danieludinov:

“No - don’t even ask.”

“You should have that looked at.”

#daniel

thouros:

“Hey.” Dylan moved forwards, his hand carefully placed on her lower arm while his eyes stayed linked with hers. It was obvious he was concerned for the woman, and he knew little to nothing about what had happened to her while she was gone. He didn’t pry, knowing very well Juno wasn’t one to bare herself to the bone with such things. “You know you’re safe with me, right? No matter what happens or happened.”

Juno resisted the urge to flinch at the hand on her arm, though she did shift slightly, if only to ease her own discomfort. She broke his stare and glanced away, looking around them for a moment before her eyes met his once more. “I...yes.” She nodded, placing a hand over his and squeezing it gently. “I do know that, Dylan. And I appreciate it. Really, truly.” The woman gave him a small smile, hoping he understood she was sincere. “Things are just different now. But,” Juno bit the inside of her cheek, tilting her head at him. “I’m grateful you’ve been here for me.”

#dylan #thouros #how dare you give me feels

louis-kelly:

“Pleasures all mine.” Louis was glad to finally met her after having supported her from the start. “Hopefully the guards they got posted haven’t been, uh, you know, bugging you too much.”

“Not at all,” she smiled, “they’re just something we have to learn to live with, right?” Despite the sting of not winning in the way she’d wished, Juno still appreciated the support of the people. It was, after all, what made her the people’s president.

#louis #louis-kelly

thouros:

“Don’t apologise to me. I only have your best interests at heart, believe it or not.” Dylan allowed himself to smile at her, his eyes cast around them to make sure again nothing suspicious was going on. “How are you holding up?”

“I do believe, you Dylan, really.” She gave a small smile as if to prove the fact before nodding. “I’m well, better anyway.” Though she didn’t talk about what had happened during the time she was taken, Dylan was one of the few people who would know it took a toll on her. To everyone else, she kept a smile in place– ready to play the politician and leader her people needed.

#dylan

louis-kelly:

“Louis Kelly ma'am. I was hoping you would win the election.”

“Louis Kelly,” Juno repeated, memorizing the name and the face before extending a hand. “I appreciate your words, truly.” More than he knew. The fact that she had still burned her a bit, something that she’d won but not been given. Something that she’d won but that had been taken from her. Along with so much else. Still, she kept the smile on her face. “It’s nice to meet you.”

#louis #louis-kelly #//ignore text

louis-kelly:

“Just wanted to say I’m glad to see you’re alright.”

“Oh, uh..thank you. I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.”

#louis #louis-kelly

illumination || amando & juno; past para

(@revamandoricci)

Juno blinked, swallowing the familiar lump in her throat as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. The woman wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling them to her chest as she laid on her side, squeezing her eyes shut. There was hardly any light but there was always so much noise. At the sound of a scream she tried to shut her eyes tighter, tried to block out the sounds. Her only thoughts were focused on becoming nothing– on not thinking or feeling anything. It was the only way to do this, she’d concluded early on. But she wasn’t strong enough and she didn’t believe she would ever be. So the noise of her environment remained present at the forefront of her mind.

Counting, she tried to envision each number she came to, until they blurred in her mind and she began to drift into a fitful sleep, one where she was jolted awake at a bang against the walls or at a cry in the night. Biting her lip, Juno willed the sounds away, willed it all away. She might not have been in the most literal of cells but this small room was a prison, there was no doubt about it. It was only when she had drifted off into the land between consciousness and sleep that her shoulders finally relaxed, though her hands never loosed their grip on each other as she stayed curled in a ball on the cot. The clothes she’d been given hung on her undernourished body, bony elbows and knobby knees noticeable through them.

She slept, for how long she couldn’t say, but she slept until sounds inevitably woke her up, pulling her from slumber. They were louder this time– more than the sounds of torture she’d grown accustomed to hearing over numerous weeks. Juno stayed still, though, prayed they’d pass by her door. The one that always opened in the darkness and let them in. Where gloved hands gripped her and stuck needles in her, ones that held her arms and legs down as they poked and prodded her. President no more, she’d become a lab specimen it felt like. So, when the familiar sound of the doorknob turned, Juno’s heart stopped a bit before picking up it’s pace, pounding inside her ribcage. She scrambled so her back was pressed against the wall, shrinking into herself as the footsteps moved closer and entered the room. The room was black but they could always find her somehow, no matter how small she tried to make herself, they always did.

#amando #past para #illumination #i'm sorry?#but i'm also not at all

sleep: what is the most comforting thing at night time for you?

visitor: what creature visits your dreams most often?

chimes: what sounds are your favorite?

times: when do you normally awaken?

marking: describe your tattoos,or tattoos you would like in the future?

reverie: think of somewhere otherworldly u wish to be within, what is it like there?

warmth: what do you find most charming in others?

treat: your favorite sweets ?

nestle: your most precious plush toy?

posy: your favorite herbs?

stories: books you remember from your childhood?

folk: who is the most fantastical being u have known?

elder: what do u expect to be like in your elder years?

home: in what type of environment do you feel most safe?

finds: what kind of item would you most likely buy from an antique store?

offering: how do you show others you are fond of them?

lore: if your life were a tale, how do u expect it would end??

#about #juno #ask meme

thouros:

“Just to socialize with a friend.” Dylan spoke, sitting down across of the woman. “This isn’t a time for bargaining with friends.”

“Sorry,” she shifted in her seat, “Just...most people always have something to talk about.” Business usually, politics always. It was something she was still getting adjusted to again.