#* in character

[their-fate]

Is that your Geiger counter, or are you just happy to see him?

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[futurely-inclined]

"The Pines Family would'a been fine without all these twins. I mean, after one kid, what's the point? Just makes everyone's lives a little bit harder."

[hvmelander]

@mihnerva sent: “don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

"I don't think you understand how this works," he said, a snarl hide behind a smile, "but I call the shots around here. Okay? Not you. Me. You don't get to tell me to do anything."

He stepped forward. His hands were against his back, folded, shoulders pushed back and chest out: puffed up, like a territorial bird. Blue eyes peered down at the stranger, the woman, the one with the smart mouth.

"You just show up out of nowhere, no explanation and no invitation, and expect me to fucking kowtow to you?"

A sinister grin. Leather squeaked as he raised a hand from his back to point a single finger in the air as if to say no, nuh uh, not like that. The gap between them gets closer. Intimidation usually works for him, and there aren't many other cards in his deck.

"You're going to tell me who you are, what you think you're doing here, and who the fuck sent you."

[optimistsclub]

' to  be  perfectly  real  with  you,  i  think  someone’s  been  breaking  into  my  house  at  night  and  absolutely  going  at  it  hitting  me  with  sticks.  i’m  sick  of  back  pain.  sick  of  it.  i’m  young,  i’m  hip,  and,  dare  i  say,  fresh  —  it’s  just  not  something  i  see  for  myself.  this  isn’t  for  me. ’     @metuere​   *

[chssbrd]

@psuedocided​ // Claire for Leon

❝ Leon...Call me back when you can. It’s important. ❞ Was the entirety of the message Claire had left on his voicemail. She sat anxiously in front of the phone, waiting for something to happen. A call, a text, anything really. She felt sick and awful for what she had to do, but she couldn’t keep doing this to him. He didn’t deserve that.

[kasprzaks-arc]

‘ um, ’   eddie starts and continues to chew his lip raw.  it’s not something he normally does, not an anxious habit he usually partakes in (despite the anxiety), but he’s already fiddling through his pencil case and it isn’t enough of a distraction. tapping his foot is too much a tell so he daren’t start it, he doesn’t know how the echoes in this unfamiliar house goes (even if it looks an eerie amount like his kitchen in the house next door). he’s not sure how he got into this position, how a sincerely middling grade student got the place of homework helper, but he isn’t expected home till supper and like the tap tap tap of his foot, he daren’t try leaving any earlier for the sake of having to speak up and admit his lacking in academia. the embarrassment of being here in the first place.

                he takes a pencil from his pencil case on the table in front of them and twiddles it between his thumb and forefinger.   eddie swallows and forces a glance at taiga but before it can even fathom itself as a realised look, falters and drops immediately to the pencil that starts bouncing up and down in his hand, hitting the table with a clack clack clack clack c-   

                ‘ so, ’   he starts, because he fears he has to somewhere.   ‘ what’s your favourite class? ’

@tenacityreturns​

[dontdie]

                ‘ you know ... i’ve been thinking, you could very easily solve the fast fashion landfill issue if we booked you a plane out to wherever h&m is dumping their stuff.  any landfill if you fancied a specific holiday.  thrift your way through the good stuff, disintegrate the rest. as the ideas man, i’m sure to come with --- i’m thinking corfu. not sure if there’s any of those landfills there, hell, i might be running on old information. the dumping could be within the uk walls nowadays, no plane tickets for the unsold jackets. have you heard of any around cornwall? the lake district, maybe? ’

@mysteryprone​         *