MIDNIGHT NOISE

[putryd]

“ i think i’m going to grow a MUSTACHE... “ says the man with a fully grown beard. 

@solrites​

[putryd]

“ do you SEE this stuff ? “ she’s discovered the SLIME CREATION section of youtube. jude set it up for her. 

@solrites​

[putryd]

prayrite·

“  .  .  .  my mouth really hurts still.  ”  but she nods her head  ,  rests her cheek back on his shoulder.  “  i did.  thank you.  i’ll come out to eat with you now.  ”  it’s a promise  ,  she means it.  a soft sigh.  before her finger comes to pull down her bottom lip  -  shows him her torn up and bloody gums.  “  see.  they aren’t healing fast.  hurts a lot. ”

“ do they ? that’s a shame... “ he takes a little look when PRESENTED, eyes narrowing some. must be painful; he can only IMAGINE what she’d had to endure with the screws in still. “ maybe you’d appreciate something SOFTER. how about some ICE CREAM ? “

[daxambcrn]

[olennastyrell]

NOCTURNAL ANIMALS (2016) Dir. Tom Ford

[saoirseunaronan]

I’m weird, and I’m going to be walking around, saying lines, talking to myself, and whatever the quirk is that my character has. I’m going to be doing that, and you all will think I’m nuts—and I might be.

[putryd]

prayrite·

“  .  .  .  yeah  ,  i do.  i’m sorry i was mean.  do you forgive me.  ”  oof.  she stares back at him.  brows pinch  ,  just a little.  “  i’m sorry.  ”

perfect. martin closes the book, setting it ASIDE onto the little table beside him. “ no APOLOGIES needed, love. “ arms lower, they find themselves LOOSELY wrapped around her waist. “ how are you feeling today ? did you get the FOOD i left for you ? “

[putryd]

prayrite·

“  i don’t hate you.  ”  a sniffle  ,  her hand reaches up to stroke at the nape of his neck.  soft.  “  i don’t. i couldn’t ever.  ”

martin holds a little smile, eyes drift from the book, to zelda. “ is that right ? so, you ACCEPT my apology then ? “ 

[putryd]

prayrite·:

“  .  .  .  am i your girlfriend.  ”

@putryd·, fear put on the spot by science experiment.

“ i think we’ve had this conversation BEFORE... but, if you still HATE me, then, maybe not. “

[putryd]

zelda is fidgeting nervously.. before moving to just. crawl into his lap, pressing her head against martin's shoulder.

there’s no PROTEST or noticeable frustration. he simply adjusts to zelda welcoming herself onto his lap. he kisses the top of her head as ACKNOWLEDGEMENT, though. “ ah, i was. just in the middle of READING... “

[putryd]

prayrite·

her discomfort becomes more visible with every passing second  ,  especially as the seconds pass underneath his gaze. zelda’s toes curl  ,  she sniffles again  ,  screams dying out into pants and whines  -  a panic attack  ,  all unease.  she shakes her head  ,  not a denial of something  ,  she just needs to move something.  to do something with all of this shitty  ,  pent up energy.  her gaze  AVERTS  ,  too.  coughs  - a painful  ,  wet noise.  

zelda jerks her head  ,  tries to twist to look at him as martin moves behind her.  but she doesn’t try to twist her body away  ,  doesn’t hide her arms away from him.  believes that he’ll help her.  that maybe he will take the pain away from her  ,  even just for a moment.  she nods  ,  actually twists so her back is facing more towards him  -  trying to push her arms out towards him. a sniffle  ,  her feet come to press against each other  ,  kicking off her shoes  -  blood soaked socks left behind. a sniffle.  zelda bows her head forward.  another sniffle.  and another one.  oh.  she’s crying.  tiny  ,  quiet little things that barely shake her shoulders.  “ — sorry, ‘m sorry, martin,”  for what  ?  she doesn’t know.  it’s not like she did anything wrong  -  other than kicking him.  but still.  “sorry. don’t be mad.” 

there is a gracious ( by his standards ) amount of PATIENCE given to zelda. he waits for her to finally give in, to allow him to break the BINDS that keep her arms behind her back. martin reaches into his pocket, a BLADE removed from within his jacket. the blade slides against the binds, cutting it with ease. he always keeps his knife SHARP and ready.  her arms are free; martin takes the bindings and tosses them aside, releasing her wrists. his movements are slow, cautious. legs bring him to her side, knees bending to drop him to the floor. ON HIS KNEES FOR HER. martin looks up, he drops his knife to his side, an exhale escapes his nostrils. “ mad ? no, no, i’m not MAD. “ he reassures her. “ zelda, look at me. “ there isn’t much THOUGHT in his actions; he just does. his hand reaches out to her face, palm just barely grazing against her cheek. “ look, come now, “ he encourages. “ i’m not mad. i’m sorry zelda. I FAILED YOU. but i won’t allow that a second time. no, never. i know BETTER now. don’t cry, love, don’t cry. “

[putryd]

LEGENDARY ASS

[putryd]

i jus found 3k icons worth for rudi

[putryd]

icb ive been paying for photoshop for almost 3 months and never realized

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[putryd]

prayrite·:

“  i’ve been busy all day.  sorry i wasn’t around earlier.  did you need something.  you look weird.  ”

@putryd·.

“ i mean, NOT REALLY... jus’ kinda... came t’see what yous were up to. “ he says, scooping up a couple of ( what can only be described as ) pork rinds. “ unless yous ain’t like a LOOKAH, ‘cause then i’ll jus’ SKEDADDLE. “ no he won’t. 

[putryd]

i like how almost all my ocs end up having a higher purpose