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( @catriona-the-witch ) + incredible by secrets

#( you're so much better than that )#mine

This is how we view our world every day – through these beautiful, iridescent screens. We found a way to make it better. We found a way to peak efficiency. Honestly, I couldn’t believe it took us this long. The human condition is best looked through a screen, isn’t it? In Paradise Falls, we never worry about finance. We never worry about anything, but the fumbles of life. We found paradise in this city. Though we are the first of our kind, we hope to invite you to a happier place. Thank you for completing your journey with us. Thank you for choosing the FGD. Please rate us on your device.

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#rp rec

magnusizzy

requested by anonymous

#visage #( you're so much better than that )

I won’t FORGET you my love ( you’re trapped in my mind ) and I hold you from TIME to TIME ( @sampsonwebb & @fallonrobinson )

#c: sampson webb #c: fallon robinson #// please forgive me emily #i fell down the photoshop hole #and here we are

natashasromanoff

Matthew Daddario puts on eyeliner without using his thumbs for Celebs React.

#visage #i feel like cat and him did this and this was the result

natashasromanoff

Matthew Daddario during the No Thumbs Challenge on Celebs React

#visage

rachelsilverwolf.

“It’s always surprising how people show they care,” Rachel replied, smiling fondly. It was the little things like buying the brand of applesauce, or cooking a favourite meal, or making sure you always had a hat and mittens, or proper shoes. It was saying ‘be careful’ and ‘text me when you get there’ and ‘drive safe.’ “There are lots of little ways to say I love you.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m glad you are all adjusting nicely. One baby is disruptive enough, two can bring the household down.” The brunette’s grin showed that she was happy about the twins and was just teasing the new father.

He specifically used actions to communicate his love for people. That was because he did not take a lot of stock in words. All too often had people in his life said one thing and really meant another. People he cared for and people that he was forced to be around because they decided they wanted a kid and somehow unluckily go paired with him. “I’m a master of them,” Silas said with a nod. “They’re not bad, we have them on a pretty good schedule now. The puppy is pretty good about it too. It’ll be nice for them to have a dog that will grow up with them.” The dog was his own doing. The puppy had been abandoned outside the garage and Silas found him curled up on the front landing and shivering. “It’s not always a walk in the park, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#c: rachel

gia-mannan.

“Well, shit, good for you,” Gia said, raising her glass to him while her free hand reigned in the other drink. “Suit yourself. Enjoy.”

“Just make sure you drink water,” Silas said with a nod. He was the responsible one, even in his irresponsible days. If not for the sole reason that someone going too hard would ruin the time for the rest of them. His knuckles rapped on the bar. “The tacos here are pretty good. In about thirty minutes, I’m going to gather the crew and make them eat. You should too.”

#c: gia #( ignore the girl in the gif )

noraxhastings.

“It’s not fine, that was…a terrible thing to say.” But that was who she had become - someone who had become so used to hurting people that she couldn’t stop herself. She pressed her fingers to her forehead, taking a deep breath before she spoke again. “That girl did exist. But I’m not…her anymore, I’m not that person.”

“Do you think I’m still him?” His head inclined curiously. Silas had changed so many different times over his life that he forgot how many versions of himself there were. It was hard too back at that person and say that it was the same person, that who he was then had any resemblance to who he was now. He sighed. “I can’t... I can’t argue with you. It’s just, perhaps I am a sentimentalist. That’s a memory of a place I can never go back to. And while it’s surrounded by pain, there are a lot of good things that happened there too. Those are the things I want to hold onto.”

#c: nora

catriona-the-witch.

“Please, God, Saoirse, just go to sleep, he’ll be home soon.” Saoirse’s crying petered out, quieting slowly, and Cat held her breath. She would be lucky if she went down that easily, but her daughter had her rare moments, and she curled further against Cat, hiccuping slightly. “Mo leanbh, you’re so much like me.” She glanced down at her daughter, biting her lip at the look of complete desolation her daughter was wearing. “He’ll be home soon, peanut. I’m not that bad, am I? Huh?” She bounced Saoirse slightly, keeping up with it as Saoirse leaned forward, nuzzling against her collarbone, and a few minutes later, fell asleep. She waited a few more minutes, finally setting Saoirse in her crib just as the door opened and closed downstairs. She cringed, waiting for the screaming, but Saoirse only rolled over as Cat tiptoed out of the room. She made her way to where Silas was, raising an eyebrow when she found him. “Do you hear screaming?” She asked him with a grin, leaning against the doorframe as she looked at him, her head tipped against the frame. “Just came to see what you got yourself into.”

His head bounced side to side in contemplation. “Suppose not. But, she is basically a small you.” He smiled and snorted lightly, before finishing applying the lotion to the tattoo. His hearing had been a tricky thing but over time he had been able to pick out certain sounds and such over the white noise, as he called it. “I hoped coming home around lunch would stem off some of the neediness. I’ll surprise the hell out of her when she wakes from her nap.” Today was one of the rare days that he buzzed off early from the garage and had no intention of returning. Most of the days he was called away, he just returned to finish work when the household calmed down a little. He was used to not sleeping, and getting shit done was part of the necessities in life. He angled his body to fully show her the newest addition to his ink collection. “My body is getting pretty full. But, this is the first one that isn’t... to conceal.”

#c: cat

fallonrobinson.

“Roughly how many shirts do you go through in a day? A week?” She asked, her head tipped to the side. “Also, roughly, how many times a day do you get thrown up on?”

“About three, on average. There are days were I go through more. That’s excluding the shirts that Cat wears. My shirt population is dwindling.” Silas started to chuckle. “But providing the shirts is like half my role in the relationship. As for the vomit, couple times a week, if it’s a bad week.”