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rules. & muses.
prob gonna archive this blog & make a new one ! will post when i have it !
this blog will officially be archived tomorrow once more people see this ! but for now , the new blog is link within this text ! Â
prob gonna archive this blog & make a new one ! will post when i have it !
this blog will officially be archived tomorrow once more people see this ! but for now , the new blog is link within this text ! Â
prob gonna archive this blog & make a new one ! will post when i have it !
Standing behind every girlbossâŠis a malewife.
set the scene setting prompts (but a little more specific) from yours truly.
001, a convenience store past midnight.
002, a hospital waiting room at 3 in the morning.
003, a photoshoot outdoors in the middle of winter.
004, an indoor filming set of a detective's office.
005, a new house/apartment filled with unopened cardboard boxes.
006, a swing set in an empty playground at night.
007, on stage in an empty theatre.
008, inside an old abandoned house.
009, an empty cemetery at night.
010, the arrival hall at an airport.
011, the last train compartment that's not full.
012, the roulette table in a casino.
013, on the deck of a cruise ship.
014, a kitchen during a black out, surrounded by candles.
015, a treehouse in the middle of the woods.
016, on the dance floor during a wedding.
017, behind the chapel before the wedding ceremony starts.
018, backstage during the middle of a concert.
019, a crowded club during a bachelorette party.
020, standing in front of a painting at a museum.
021, a small, intimate family barbecue.
022, a gazebo while it's raining.
023, the back of an empty bus.
024, a hotel room with only one bed.
025, an empty balcony while a party goes on inside.
026, a bar just after closing.
027, an empty sports stadium.
028, lakeside while the sun is setting.
030, an empty stretch of road beside a broken down car.
031, in front of a suspicious pool of blood in an empty parking lot.
032, in the crowd of spectators during an underground fight.
033, a plane during a bout of turbulence.
034, on kiss cam at a sports game.
035, at a table during a charity gala.
036, a masquerade ball.
037, a halloween party in a suburban house.
038, the beach in the late afternoon.
039, a dressing room after a big performance.
040, exploring the depths of a mysterious cave.
I'm gonna get the humans out of here and then I'm coming back. I won't leave you on your own.
GOOD OMENS - 2.06 Every Day (for queerbuck)
@patentyd ; I wish you'd stay. ( Crowley )
Never in the countless years that Aziraphale owned his bookshop, had he despised being in there. It had always been a place of familiarity, safety... comfort. It was cluttered and cozy, the perfect contrast to the white sterile livery of heaven. He'd transformed it from a simple cover story, provided by Heaven, into his HOME.
But right now? The shelves of books felt suffocating around him, a weight crushing against his chest, restricting his breathing. Was it the low lighting making his eyes blurry? Although, that wouldn't explain why they felt so wet.
Something tense hung in the air, thick and heavy. It seemed to distort Aziraphale's surroundings, stretching the distance between himself and Crowley into something akin to Miles, rather than the few feet it truly was. His finger, slightly trembling, pressed against his lips for a brief moment. The phantom sensation of the other's pressed against them still lingering.
"I..." The angel swallowed thickly, brain foggy. It was funny, really. How quickly one's world could shatter into a million pieces. Aziraphale had returned to the bookshop believing he was about to fix their lives, not â not DESTROY them. Something desperate crawled at their chest, settling under the skin and sending ice through their veins -- even as his skin seemed to burn hot.
"I'm sorry, Crowley. This isn't.. this is for the best, isn't it? What other choice do I have?" Aziraphale's voice trembles, delicate. All he craves is to reach for Crowley, to fix this. "I want to stay, I do."
an inferno burnt within his soul , how could he be so . . . selfish? stupid? ignorant? there was a desire to swallow all of the words that had left his lips but he couldn't take those back now , could he? oh no. those were in the air between them forever. although , there didn't seem to be a forever for them now. the angel had ensured that. unknowingly. naĂŻvely.
for the best , hmmm? it didn't seem that way.
â there's always a choice. â despite the fire that burned in his chest , his voice didn't waver. the walls slowly rising back up around him. ascending. or maybe he was sinking. it sure felt that way.
â you idiot . . . there's always a choice. don't you see? â of course , he didn't see. he was too naĂŻve.
a sigh slips from the demons' lips , gaze only slipping momentarily from the others'. â if i've learned anything throughout these very long years . . . -is that if it mattered enough . . . the want outweighed everything else. â jaw tense , â but not now . . . â a frustrated ounce of laughter , â -now you've already decided what you truly want. â
i'm not enough. i'll never be enough.
bar.bie has made me want a Amer.ica Ferr.era OC . . .
you're smiling.
âł feat. @patentyd
@patentyd said: i'm not leaving your side. ( hotch )
               carol  doesnât  know  where  she  would  be  without  the  bau.   after  the  tragedy  that  had  been  her  early  twenties,  she  had  worked  nonstop  to  get  to  this  point.   all  the  way  from  beat  cop  to  the  behavioral  analysis  unit,  it  had  been  quite  a  journey  thus  far.   every  day  is  different,  there  are  highs  and  lows.   when  they  catch  the  unsub,  when  they  save  a  lifeâŠÂ   those  are  the  good  things.   the  hard  part  is  losing  people,  having  to  deliver  that  tragic  news  to  the  families.   for  carol,  itâs  always  the  hardest  when  it  involves  children.   itâs  her  specialty,  but  it  never  gets  easier  having  to  tell  a  parent  that  their  child  was  gone.
               today  had  been  one  of  those  days.   the  case  was  wrapped,  they  caught  the  unsubâŠÂ   but  not  before  losing  the  child  theyâd  been  searching  for.   there  were  tears  in  her  eyes  as  she  stood  off  to  the  side,  trying  desperately  to  hold  it  together  when  she  felt  a  presence  next  to  her.   her  initial  response  had  been  dismissal,  the  classic  iâm  fine,  donât  worry.   thatâs  the  shitty  part  about  working  with  profilers,  they  know  when  youâre  lying.     itâs  been  how  many  years  since  sophia,  and  she  still  feels  that  ache  as  strong  as  the  day  it  happened.   she  never  talks  about  it,  never  says  her  nameâŠÂ   itâs  just  too  difficult  even  now.   apparently  itâs  understood,  as  bau  leader  speaks  and  declares  heâs  not  leaving  her  side.
               â  i  just  need  a  minuteâŠÂ   i  know  we  need  to  head  to  the  airport  to  get  back  to  quantico,  i  justâŠÂ   i  need  to  collect  myself.  â
lips drawn in a fine line , eyes impartial as he approaches her but his steps are careful not to startle her. the case had been hard on everyone , kids always hit a little harder , though he knew sheâd be particularly affected by it & he wanted her to know that he was there, even in silence. he didnât expect her to speak , nor did he try to draw out a reasoning but sheâd apparently expected that from him.
he only gives a short nod , waiting another pause before speaking gently , yet impartial.  â iâll tell the others to go on ahead. iâll give you a ride . . . . when youâre ready.  â he says with another short nod towards her before gesturing ever so slightly to morgan , giving the  â go ahead  â to clear out. he knew they'd understand.
without taking another step , he stands nearby , looking out onto the horizon , the sun slowly setting. â do you want to talk about it? â a pause , â you don't owe it to me. to anyone. but i'm here if you need someone to listen. â
a sense of trepidation is easy to spot. she'd been trained to find little tells and it extends into every aspect of her life. " hey- it's okay." sharp breaths, gloria composes bits of pain and tries to make herself useful. she thinks, in some way, she'd be able to talk anyone through some form of field surgery. and if she had the reach, she would have plucked the lead from her flesh out already.
" first time for everything." she laughs in spite of it all. while there isn't a handbook for how to react with after getting shot, the former medic isn't sure this is it. she shifts, she winces a little more this time but her good arm points towards the unmarked vehicle. "in there, ali - the trunk, there's a kit."
there's an attempt at finding the others' words comforting but that doesn't quite stop her hands from shaking , though she gives a small nod. â o - okay . . . â words whispered , blinking back the haze in her hues as she stands. â i'll be right back. â
there's a glance around in regards to safety before feet quickly carry her over to the vehicle , swinging open the trunk. â c'mon . . . c'mon . . . where is it? â trembling words said to herself , but then brown hues catch sight of a medical grade first aid kit that hands swiftly grab hold of before the trunk is shut & feet hurry back over to the woman , her friend. â okay . . . okay. i've got it. â stated as hands open the kit , â wh- what do i need? â
i'm having a bad day . . . [ ft. @careol ]
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the burn is familiar. that smell of searing flesh drawing purposely repressed memories to the surface. she stays calm enough, well hidden behind a veil of endurance cultivated over the years. gloria isn't entirely concerned about her own well-being, the hyperfocus hasn't settled into the pain entirely. the endorphins protect her from it all and they'd wear off eventually but not in the moment.
she had been pressing against the wound, the heat of the bullet still lodged in her opposing shoulder. matching scars she wants to laugh about. " you should have kept going, carter." at least others are still in pursuit. gloria leans back against the mortar, sliding down with a short chuff of air and laboured hiss. " you ever pull a bullet out of someone?"
@patentyd said: i didn't want to watch you die. ( ali ) meme//accepting
â uh . . .  â wide brown  eyes stare at the crimson that expels from the wound in the othersâ shoulder , this was nothing. she was a homicide detective for heavens sake , she could handle this. so why were her hands shaking? tears start to well up but sheâs quick to wipe them away , wiping some of the othersâ crimson across her cheek from trying to assist in slowing the bleeding.
â i - i . . . i havenât  , no.  â she admits , a wave of uncertainty washes over her , accompanied with guilt. there's no hesitation in aiming for a look of false confidence though , â but - but i can ! if i need to . . . â