#5:45pm

[ajyal-azez]

هذا المكان تحديدًا بأقواسه وإنارته وموسيقاه الهادئة والشمس بأشعتها الخجولة تعلّن حضورها الكامل في أرضية المكان، يزيدني بهجة وحياة ثانية فوق الحياة التي أعيشها حاليًا مع نفسي.

[treasuretroves444]

[cyi-can-you-imagine]

5:45 pm

Sam’s breathing, that’s all Dean cares about, really. He tucks a lock of hair behind Sam’s ear and kisses his cheek softly, knowing Sam won’t respond. 

He doesn’t. But his breath does slow down, and the way he’s moving tells DEan he’s in a little less pain than before.

He continues to clean up Sam’s chest, taking his time, pausing every time Sam winces in his sleep. He does not let him go. Every so often placing soft kisses along Sam’s temple, he always makes sure to keep one hand on him at all times.

“Please be okay, Sammy…” he whispers into the silent room.

[dg-fragments]

"Somewhere in the world, a clock is striking a quarter to six on a Saturday evening and while that might be interesting, for me it is a nostalgic reminiscence of a memory that's etched within those corners of my mind where it's not only difficult to reach but also kinda next to impossible to find peace. There is a certain level of chaos, the confusion that's almost always there, no matter how often I might put myself under the false pretence of making it through unscathed, I am merely unable to do it."

- DG (Time series; 5: 45 pm)

[abdallahyadam]

Room mate ..

بما إن فاضل إسبوع وهرجع تاني لحياه المدينه الجميله وجوها الرائع ولياليها وحكاويها ونيلها ومواويلها يعني, ف السنادي أكتر سنه شايل هم مين هيبقي الروم ميت بتاعي، أول سنه قعدت مع واحد صاحبي من ثانوي،وإتنين من صحابي بتوع الكليه كانوا في أوضه جنبنا علطول وحرفيا معرفتش غيرهم في اولي في المدينه، السنه اللي فاتت قعدت مع واحد من دفعتي أول مره أشوفه، وطبعاً عدت سنه كامله معاه بكميه تفاصيل شاركناها مع بعض، وشاركنا أسرار وحكايات وحوارات السنه وكل حاجه، ومن حسن حظي انو كان عيل وييرد شويه، كان زوقه في المزيكا شبهي الي حد ما، وأنا وصلت ظبطت الدنيا، غرقنا جدران الأوضه كوبليهات أغاني ومبقاش فيها مكان فاضي، خليته يحب مشروع ليلي :"D وكنا نشغل مزيكا ونعلي الصوت والناس في الأوض اللي جنبنا تيجي تزعقلنا، نزلنا التراك وجرينا سوا, كنا بننزل الفجر نجيب أكل ونقول طز في الدايت والكرش ونآكل، تفاصيل سنه كامله !

دلوقتي المفروض هستني أشوف أنا هقعد مع مين، شخص عشوائي الله أعلم هيطلع مين، انا حاسس بضغط السنه دي من الحوار عمري ما حسيته قبل كدا، يا تري هيطلع مين ؟ ودماغه شكلها اي ؟ وزوقه في المزيكا ؟ طب هيبقي ليه في الكوره ؟ هيبقي نيرد ولا علق طيب ؟ نورمي ولا ميم لورد؟ هعرف اتكلم معاه بطريقتي دي ويفهمني ولا هضطر اتعامل كشخص طبيعي عادي زي ما بكلم الغريب،

وحاسس بارهاق فشخ والله اني لسه هتعرف ع حد من الأول تاني واشاركه كل حاجه تاني، وعن كميه التفاصيل اللي ممكن تنغص عليا السنه كلها لو مكانتش موجوده وحقيقي بدعي ربنا يسهلها معايا في الحوار دا.

[baifenzhijiu]

✧･ﾟ5:45 p.m.･ﾟ✧ after keeping it a secret for many weeks, you and the nine percent members throw a surprise birthday party for chen linong

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happy 18th birthday chen linong! 

[weird-child-jay-blog]

My Fault

(Angst?)

“AH!” Peter stopped his self before he could swing into a building. “You Okay, kid?” Tony asked, flying beside him. “Yeah...” Spidey answered while looking at something.

Tony looked at what Peter was looking at. Three masked me along with a masked woman walked into a bank with bags. “Bank robbery.”

Peter crawled up a building and start swinging to the bank. “Hey! Wait up!” Iron Man followed Spider-Man to the bank.

Peter crawled off the building and walked into the bank. “Look!” A woman exclaimed. The four looked at Peter. The woman rose a gun. The Spider shot his webs, making the gun clog and stick to her hand. “Not today!”

The lady growled. “Don’t stand there get him!”

Tony watched as Peter beat the four robbers. ‘Nice.’ He thought.

Peter dodge the knife just in time. It could’ve sliced his face. “Whoa, dude! Be careful with that!” He kicked it out of his hand and punched him in the stomach. The man tumbled over. Peter webbed him to the floor. He counted the robbers. “1.2.3...Where’s Ms.Bad lady?” He asked.

Tony’s eyes widen. “PETER!”

POW! POW! POW!

The woman fell from the ceiling, landing on her feet, laughing.

Peter’s eyes widen. His stomach, back, and chest was in great pain. He slowly looked down and looked at the three bullet holes. Two in his chest and one in his stomach.

He fell to his knees. Tony ran in quickly and cradled the boy in his arms. “No, no, no, no, no!” Peter’s vision starts getting a bit blurry. “M-Mr.Stark?” Tony took off his helmet and Peter’s mask. He doesn’t care who sees Peter’s face. “Hey, hey, kid! Stay with me!” He slightly smacked his face. “God! FRIDAY! Tell the ambulance to get here faster!” Tony yelled.

Peter blinked slowly as he start seeing black dots. “No! Look at me, Peter! How many fingers am I holding up!” He holds up three fingers. “Mr.Stark...If I die...Tell May that I love her and-.” Tony cut him off. He was in the verge of tears. “Kid, don’t talk like that. You’re not going to die.”

Peter heart slows down. It goes slower and slower. He starts seeing darkness. “I love you, Mr.Stark.” His body went limp.

His heart stopped.

Tony paced the floor as May talked and talked. “This is all your fault, Stark! You could’ve helped him! You saw they had guns!” Tony stopped and looked at her. “May...Don’t you think I know that! I could’ve stopped her from doing that! I know I should’ve helped fight, but instead I watched! I watched him fight! I watch him get shot!”

Tears starts flowing down Tony’s face. “This is my fault.” He mumbled. “Mr.Stark and Ms.Parker?” Tony and May faced the doctor. Both with tear stained faces. “Did he make it?”

The doctor sighed and shook his head. “He died on the table at 5:45pm. I’m sorry.” May broke down into tears. Tony start shaking and crying. All he could think was ‘This is my fault.’

(I’ll probably make an Infinity War one. Maybe not. Idk my shit is trash man...)

[ajyal-azez]

كموجٌ هادئ ثم ثائرٌ، تفعلُها الموسيقى معي لتثبّت فعلتها القائمة بيّ.