oh death

private mumu penned by marty

[moravitris]

Tagged: OPEN​

Location: The Woolworth Building

"I'm searching for my wife, actually. You might've seen her: tall, dark, looks like she's better than everyone else. Like a gothic giraffe."

[moravitris]

Tagged: OPEN​

Location: The Woolworth Building

"Oh, yes. It is all rather lavish, but I expected nothing less. The Ivankov family have outdone themselves this year."

[moravitris]

Tagged: OPEN​

Location: The Woolworth Building

“I'll have you know that contrary to popular belief, I can drink and do my job at the same time.”

[ameriqan]

what do u look for in a boy

i look away

[annakarenina]

The Worst Person in the World 2021, dir. Joachim Trier

[flowerytale]

Isabel Allende ― The House of the Spirits

[sofiadaily]

Sofia Carson photographed by Nino Muñoz

[ncutii-gatwa]

LUCY BOYNTON via instagram

[flowflow24]

[moravitris]

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[moravitris]

          everything below this line is archived

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[blccdmoon]

This is the last time you tell me I’ve got it wrong This is the last time I say it’s been you all along This is the last time I let you in my door This is the last time, I won’t hurt you anymore

@moravitris

[moravitris]

frvrwriting​:

“Basically can run without a captain. They hand out those titles so easily now…” she sighs with slight annoyance. Had they only known what type of dedication it took back then. She understood the need for innovation and how technology had been changing things for some time now, she felt saddened that what they found such joy in no longer existed in the same manner. There was a rasping against her heart to find something that brought on something worthwhile like that, though she was hopeful since there wasn’t a time limit on finding whatever it was. “And you love me anyway.” she states with a small smile. To experience life with Nsia by her side meant she had to be annoying every once in awhile, what were sisters for? When focus turned to her she almost regretted not minding her won business. Malcolm. A subject headline that was as complicated as their relationship proved. “No you shouldn’t. Besides what rules are there against checking in on an old friend.” she shrugs trying to play it off easily. If there was anyone who could read through the air of nonchalance it was her. “And before you start: yes, that is what we are.” The possibility of more was a thought reserved only for dreams that were a result of one too many drinks. 

A fondness dances behind her gaze where Raine is concerned, not immune to the inspiration wrought by the other’s mind; an effervescent thing which required protection and nourishment in tandem. Nsia was all unforgiving ocean water and hard steel, but her sister often looked like sunlight breaking along the horizon. You love me anyway. “And what a burden that is.” Never, not in a thousand more years as evidenced by the faint smile tugging at her lips. The subject shift to Raine’s vague relationship with Malcolm was an entertaining spot to gently prod, its stakes felt lower than most others somehow. Not insignificant, but at least her sister hadn’t made the life altering error of getting repeatedly divorced thus far. “Friend? You’re still calling him that?” Whatever went on between them and yet didn’t, it amused the eldest to the point of idle commentary towards each half. “By your own choice and you know it.”

[moravitris]

dreaminghlyy​:

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“—She might’ve stopped by for a minute, yeah.” He was always a shade more honest with this sister than the other, their friendship always easier to digest in comparison to whatever it was he had with the younger and so the words don’t phase him even at the mention of some bet. All that did was pull at his curiosity and make him look up from his phone, pausing briefly from an illuminating screen to quirk a brow up at the mention. “Why, she say she didn’t?” Which wouldn’t have surprised him if she had. Raine was funny like that and he was sure Nsia knew the same. A few short days back on this island it was almost like things never changed. Mal considered texting her just as she crossed his mind to draw her out for the night before thinking better of it, slipping his phone back into his pocket just as easily as Nsia shifted topics and turned to niceties. “Oh, you know, same ol’ same old. How’s this little trip around the island? You run into familiar blondes yet?” 

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“So an hour.” Now she sounded like Raine, prying and offering up correct assumptions despite how unwarranted. All in good fun of course, but the similarities were striking. Were she not obscenely fond of her sister, Nsia might’ve suggested a decade long break to reaffirm their separate personalities. “She mentioned checking in on an old friend, but wouldn’t confirm anything beyond that. I always assume it’s you.” A liberal use of the word in her obvious and unrequested opinion, but this wasn’t the former captain’s battle–– for once. They could work on defining their extended will-they-won’t-they without her intervention, matchmaker was certainly not her talent or interest. “They practically own the island. It’s impossible to avoid any of them for long.”

[moravitris]

dreaminghlyy​:

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The name addressed was not uncommon to her ears;  Allie often being her preferred choice rather than have to listen to a full length Alison when it felt unnecessary, heavier than it needed when spoken amongst friends. This tone of Allie, however, elicited something more serious and was followed by this sudden realization that she wasn’t sure she’d ever heard him call her that. Her expression knitted at the sound, lips caught in between teeth to prevent herself from correcting him on something that should have felt natural. “God, you really do want me out of here.” Only she didn’t give him time to answer, throat tight as the deep brown of her eyes burned wild in some unknown storm of confusion. Her worry wasn’t with the fear of whatever he heard beyond the tree-line, half-convinced that he was hearing things similar to the ringing in the ears people got when they’ve bumped their head too hard, but rather that he was trying to push her further way over something imaginary. There’s nothing out there, though she’s exhausted the idea of repeating herself by now. “And who’s going to protect you if I’m gone?” She was unconvinced that he was even stable enough to walk even a few paces down the road without stumbling or getting disorientated, the idea of him hearing pained voices of others thus proving her own point that she needed to stay. Allie crossed her arms over her chest in clear refusal as their space shortened with all this talk of we and protection to follow, her head spinning with a headache she’d have to address later. “I still can’t hear anything, y’know,” She said simply and quietly without malice. “And I don’t want to fucking go off somewhere and leave you here when you’re like this. If anything were to happen—,” She’d never forgive herself for it and it was within that revelation that made her realize that maybe this was his exact point the hunter before her was trying to make when it came to her own safety. Right. Allie straightened, arms still tight as she lingered in silence for a moment to weigh the idea. He was closer now than before and she felt herself look away trying to catch a breath she didn’t need, relaxing only a small faction under the light weight of his touch to bring her back to reality. “What if I leave and something does happen?” Her gaze was still off. “What am I supposed to do then?”  

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Who would protect him? Did it matter? Almost the entirety of Tommy’s life had been spent in the service of protecting others, ridding the world of whatever harm might befall those who deserved a life untainted by the supernatural stain. Or so the vast majority of hunters convinced themselves when the blood on their palms washed into the sink at home; crimson marring porcelain, stark evidence of their callousness. Yet in this hazy abyss where silent thoughts weave themselves into his harsher reality, the only weapon he can see is the one behind her fiery gaze. Enough to bring grown men to their knees and yet somehow the one anchor worth keeping himself upright against. “You’re the only thing that matters right now.” The statement holds more gravity than Tommy would’ve otherwise preferred, but he equally doesn’t notice nor does he have the energy left to correct himself. Removing Alison from the sounds prickling against the edge of his sanity extends far beyond his own self-preservation, although she doubted any trouble. “Then I’m losing my shit and you’ve got a bigger problem on your hands.” Maybe the vampire was right, unfortunately it still remained a chance he couldn’t take in good conscience. Hadn’t she already perished once without his oversight? A second time would be ruinous, and not just for her. Their hesitation to part echoes with less familiarity than the mutual stubbornness it’s bred from, a fact that he can’t parse for meaning when she’s obviously wracked by unneeded guilt. “Look at me.” Call it a symptom of the lingering oddity plaguing his mind, but he lifts an index finger to the furthest edge of her chin and draws her gaze back to his own. As soon as their eyes meet, whatever lives between the notches of his ribcage claws for release and his addled mind hushes at the sound of it. This–– this is real. Neither one of them were leaving the edge of the forest without knowing the other was unharmed, somebody had to break rank for the sake of compromise. “C’mon,” he speaks lowly, hand dropping as the adjoining arm extends instead for her to loop her own through. “Together.”

[manticoreimaginary]

[mymostimaginaryfriend]

PETER GADIOT as JAMES VALDEZ Queen of the South (2016-2021)