escape reality

riley gunnarsdóttir blue. twenty nine. sensate. district six. ❝ death doesn't let you say goodbye.❞

[s8daily]

“But she’s not alone.”

[blueskisource]

[izaaclahey]

The second Isaac felt James move, and an unfamiliar presence standing over them, the beta jumped awake, eyes flashing gold. His grip was tight around the toddler, alarmingly overprotective; it was only the woman’s quick apology and his own sleep haze that prevented him from throwing her away from them. It wasn’t a situation he’d found himself in before, one which clearly triggered an instinct Isaac wasn’t aware he had, so as he composed himself, he put his own hand up in apology. She’d been no threat, but the question as to what he’d have done if she had been played on his mind in those few moments, as he adjusted. He realised then that there was no limit to what he’d do to protect James, and despite how obvious that was, his body was now aware of the physicality of it.

“No it’s uh – it’s fine. ‘Probably shouldn’t have fell asleep there. Sorry for the uh -” With his free hand, Isaac gestured to his own eyes, which had now faded back to their usual blue. His heart was still beating too fast, but he didn’t hold it against the woman, reminding himself to be forgiving and considerate. That’s who Scott had taught him to be, even in surprising circumstances. “You alright?”

[rileybluee]

Funnily, Riley actually found herself grateful for the flash of his eyes, the clear reveal of his species. It was so unlike her own traumatic memories, it helped to ground her, to shake off the freezing cold that had suddenly gripped her bones. They were in a very different place and a very different time. "Nei, I am the one who is sorry," the blonde shook her head, breathless. "It was silly, I- I thought... uh, it was.." She frowned, unsure how to word the true horror she'd just pictured, the exact image that mimicked her own memories. She wanted to explain but she didn't want to remember. Struggling, chest tightening, she suddenly felt a hand on her arm, and Riley looked up, searching, grateful to find Layla's eyes.

Her friend gave her a reassuring smile, told her it was okay, and with a small nod, Riley finally exhaled and looked back to the pair, dismissing the train of thought. "— Well, I am just glad you are both okay." Feeling Layla's support, she began to calm down, even offering the boys a small smile. "I feel better now, thank you. I think I'm also just tired. You know, I have fallen asleep in here too, it is very cozy." Crossing her arms, she tilted her head at them, curious now that she could see clear signs of life within the toddler. "You are both werewolves? I've only met a few."

[mitchcallahan]

Mitch had been aimlessly pacing around Alexandria for the last few hours, unable to settle his mind. He tried to maintain focus on Ava, by attempting to source help for her symptoms, or at the very least find information to better understand her condition. Yet every time he went to grab a textbook, or interact with somebody, voices flitted in and out of his consciousness. Ones he didn't even recognise. It'd happened before, but never this severe in length or volume, having found it'd worsened the longer he'd stayed in Alexandria. Perhaps years of trauma and fatigue had access to him now that he'd finally completed his mission; it'd caught up to him now that he'd stopped running.

Mitch was about to give up and call it a day, veering back in the direction of his new home, when he saw her. Although, in this instance, saw was an understatement. For the briefest of moments, he could place himself on that very couch she sat on, the steady hum of music seemingly playing into his ears. "What the fuck —" He rubbed at his eyes, desperately attempting to cling to his own self, unfamiliar with the anxiety that tightened his chest as a result. He felt as though he knew her, despite how impossible that sounded. They'd never met, and he was certain of that, because he'd never forgotten a face. And yet.

"No, it's — don't apologise. Því miður, I'm a little out of it," Mitch was so disoriented, he failed to notice that he'd partially replied to her in a language he'd never even learned. He wondered if this was how Ava felt. Uncertain, unstable. Whatever the Capitol had done to her hadn't been contagious, but he almost found himself wishing it was, so he had a cause to blame. It was easier than accepting a broken mind.

[rileybluee]

The man seemed as startled as she felt, and despite her own churning anxiety, she smiled at him in sympathy when she heard him swear, unsure of the cause but not wanting to further his clear distress. He seemed provoked, maybe even angry, but for some reason, Riley knew that wasn't true. He was tired and frustrated, paranoid even, but certainly not aggressive. Though when their gazes met properly, her smile faltered, suddenly feeling someone right next to her, the weight of them sinking onto the couch. But when she turned in their direction, they were gone. She was alone.

Riley frowned again, but hearing her native tongue pulled her back to the present, the blonde turning to look at him in pleasant surprise. "That's okay. You speak Icelandic? It's amazing. It's.. been a long time since I've spoken with anyone who could." With a deep pang in her chest, she thought of her dad, missing him always. She wondered where he was, if he was safe. She could only hope so. Riley smiled at the man once more, wondering now if they'd already met, maybe back home. It would certainly explain why he felt so familiar, why he could speak her language. "Ég heiti Riley. Have we.. met?"

[hudsonwood]

“All I want to do is pull her out. But I can’t do that. I can’t do that, I can’t help her, I can’t hold her.”

[amirwilson-deactivated20201125]

Happy fucking New Year.

[limitlessedits-archive]

I hope I get to see you again.

[whtsyours]

THE HUNTING PARTY (2025-), S02E08, ELLIOT CARR

[shanesflorence]

𝟐𝐱𝟎𝟗 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬

𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐛𝐜'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲

[bodybebangin]

[winter-seance]

The Umbrella Academy 3.08

[kiwikiwiandkiwi]

[rileybluee]

Riley had been huddled on a couch in the communal area for hours, headphones on, pen in hand. She was trying to collect her thoughts, trying to figure out how she fit in to all of this, when voices entered her consciousness. And they didn’t belong to the song. Was somebody.. having an argument? A little concerned, and a little curious, Riley took off her headphones, hoping to understand what the men were saying. But just like that, they were silent again. Frowning, she looked around, only to find someone else was watching her. “Skít!” She breathed, freezing in her place. “— I am sorry. I did not know you were there.”

[yllenabelova]

✁ riley or tara

send me a ✁ with two names and i’ll tell you whom my muse would save.

"Riley, I like her music. And z'he nurse is very boring."

[rosaliehvle]

Rosalie had, of course, followed her family here, but she was far from happy about it, and already found herself missing home. Staying in one place made her feel more human. “How many werewolves are here, exactly? All I can smell is dog.”

[rileybluee]

Riley smiled at the stranger’s question, finding the concept amusing. She’d personally never minded dogs. “I have no idea, I’m sorry. Can you… really smell them?”

[izaaclahey]

Isaac lay slumped on the couch in the children’s section of the library, eyes closed and mouth agape, peaceful despite his public surrounding. He’d brought James’ out to keep him occupied for a few hours until Scott finished his shift, but at some point during his reading of their favourite story, James had fallen asleep. More tired than he’d realised, Isaac had soon followed after, his arms wrapped around the child who’d curled up in his lap, instinctively protective even in his slumber. 

[rileybluee]

Having played until dawn at Barcelo, Riley's 'DJ hours' were back in practice, afternoons now her mornings. It would've exhausted anyone else, but she lived for it, and had missed the quiet early mornings, when she'd sit and watch the rising sun. One of the only places to find a similar sense of peace was in the library, and Riley found herself sitting there with headphones on and book in hand most days. Heading for her usual spot, she walked past the pair sprawled across couch, humming a tune as she went. But the song died on her tongue when her peripheral vision caught sight of them, the blood freezing in her veins. She stopped, terrified to turn her head and see them wholly. The smallest glance had already convinced her they were dead, completely lifeless, frozen together in a tight embrace. "Nei," she whispered, forcing herself to blink, unlock herself from her fear. If she could help them, she had to.

Hand shaking, Riley reached out to the toddler, shaking her head in denial, in horror. "Nei, nei, he's not..." The moment her fingers met his arm, James stirred, disturbed, showing obvious signs of life. The man holding him reacted similarly. Riley gasped in relief, taking a few unsteady steps backwards, apologising to the dazed pair. "Oh, god, oh — I'm sorry." How could she ever have thought such a thing? Clearly, they had only been asleep.

[oliviairodrigo]

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