drifting - falling

ASTYNE RYDER earth G307 universe 042574 thief for hire spaceship pilot { INDIE OC }

[spacedscavengerarchive]

[spaaaaced--archive-blog]

Got out of bed this morning, I didn’t sleep it at all. Today I’m making history, I’m taking up my call. I’m going into space, man, don’t know when I’m coming down. But I’ll send you all a message when I’m passing my old town.

[spaaaaced--archive-blog]

“I have a hangover the size of Jupiter.”

[spaaaaced--archive-blog]

he’s ignoring you for a reason.

[bartendiing-archive-blog]

he feels a warmth spread over his cheeks, blinking a bit, and he can feel his heart beating a little faster as astyne speaks those certain three words that he’d been too scared to say previously. “ i love you too. ”

[spaaaaced--archive-blog]

“god, fuck. thank god you said it back.” the panic that had worked up through him melted away and he smiled brightly. with renewed romantic feelings, he leaned in and kissed kit tenderly, holding him close.

[castoffwren]

She fumbled with keys for a moment before holding open the door to the building for him. “So, dicks have made me appreciate you more, then.”

[spaaaaced--archive-blog]

He was quick to move in, setting the suitcase down for a moment to do some playful stretches. “What a weird sentence. Thanks though, sweetheart. It’s nice to be appreciated.”

[allonsyharkness-blog]

                                                “ baby. “               he repeats softly, trying it on for size.                    “ i like it. my papa, he used to call               his ship things like sexy. “ he snorts,               surprised with himself that he oh-so           casually mentioned his father like that.              “ so baby is a nice change of pace. “

[spaaaaced--archive-blog]

“well, baby is sexy, but she’s my baby. hence  the name,” he stops in front of his ship, tapping in the code to drop down the ramp so they could walk into the living area of his bright red and blue ship. he looks back at jackson and raises his eyebrows.

“you comin’, kiddo?”

[spaaaaced--archive-blog]

consumedinpassion:

{Starter for Spaaaaced}

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and looked up at the man she’d blatantly walked straight into.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry… I honestly wasn’t even watching where I was going.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it, sweetheart. You alright?” He gave her a sickeningly sweet smile.

[mythicalxindie]

“I can’t leave you. I promise you that I would never do that, no matter what happens.”

[spaaaaced--archive-blog]

“It’s cold and I have no shoes and I just want to cry. Why would you stay?”

[hxsta-archive-deactivated201706]

@spaaaaced

she peers curiously over at your right forearm, squinting and tilting her head as she examines your tattoo and sips her drink. there’s no point in trying to talk with music going, so she waits until the bass fades away into something a little less jumpy to bother. 

“that’s interesting. do you think it could be scanned? on  a smartphone or at a grocery store like one of those  scrambled up bar codes?”

[spaaaaced--archive-blog]

he glances over at the sound of her voice, his eyebrows raising as it take a moment for him to understand what she’s said. he hums in response and sips his own drink before finally answering with a shrug and a soft voice.

“hey, maybe. i’ve never tried, ‘cause i’ve never thought  too much about it.”

that’s a lie. it says something important when it’s scanned, but not by any scanners that have so far been invented.

[futiledevics]

“Why would my shirt be under the bed?” Amanda asked arching a brow before dropping the towel onto the floor. Turning away for a moment she looked around the room yet again, then took a glance at the foot of the bed before shaking her head. “I doubt it’s under there,” She pointed out moving back onto the bed beside him. “It’s fine but good to know,” Mandy stated simply taking it in her hands.

[spaaaaced--archive-blog]

“Who knows?” He murmured in reply, standing as she took it so he could search for his own shirt. His boxers hung low on his hips as he bent, looking under the bed first. When he straightened out, he held up the shirt that had been down there. “Mine was.” A pause, as he pulled it on. “I must have tossed it there.”

[futiledevics]

“Hey, have you seen my shirt?” The brunette asked drying her damp hair with a towel in only her bra. Turning to glance over at the other her brows raised slightly in question. “It’s not in here,”

[spaaaaced--archive-blog]

“Did you check under the bed?” He looked over at her lazily, slowly trailing a hand along the sheets to his stomach to gently scratch at happy trail. He sat up after a minute and rubbed at his eyes. Looking behind him, he picked up and held out her wrinkled shirt. “Well, sorry, I guess I was laying on it.”

[petalbishxp-deactivated20180915]

“–Your leg nubs are not necessary for sex.”

He sits on the edge of the bed, using a pen as a pretend saw to cut Astyne’s feet off.

“Let me just…get these out of the way.”

[spaaaaced--archive-blog]

“They’re necessary for good sex.”

He gasps softly before laughing and pulling his legs up to his chest, pushing gently at Iah.

“Baby, don’t do that, oh my god.”

[scarletxbenoit-blog]

“Are you going to make me throw you out? I may not look like much but I am very strong.”

[spaaaaced--archive-blog]

“I’m not scared of you.”

[petalbishxp-deactivated20180915]

“–I am going to cut your useless leg nubs off if you do not remove them from my bed.”

[spaaaaced--archive-blog]

“I don’t believe you’ll remove my nubs,  ‘cause then who’s gonna protect you?  And who’ll fuck you nice and good after  a client?”

[capoldschool-a]

❝Yeah.  I can.❞

[spaaaaced--archive-blog]

“Have you seen your back? I’ll stop ogling.”

“But seriously, look in a mirror.”

[scarletxbenoit-blog]

“Thanks. Now get out.”

[spaaaaced--archive-blog]

“I’m hurt, truly. And I’m not leaving.”

[bitchsnake-deactivated20160315]

SHE GROANS . A TRIFLING WHINE .     ❛       my sheets   —-   they’ll get dirty .       ❜   

[spaaaaced--archive-blog]

he gets up only because he wants to move closer to her, his hands sliding down his sides into his pockets. “we can dirty them a different way.”