fuck. how did he get stuck with this guy ?? and WHERE does he know him from ?? duncan realizes he’s staring, and replaces his confused glare with a back-the-fuck-off glare instead. being back on this island is messing with his head, for real -- seriously !! him ?? on the heroes team ?? no way, man !!
“look, i don’t care if we’re partnered up or whatever -- we’re not gonna be buddy-buddy, got it ?? i’m NOT NICE.” and if he says it enough, maybe it’ll get through everyone else’s thick skulls.
“Trust me, my meat pies are to DIE for,” cooking was one of those everyday routines that have always fascinated Zoey. Over the years, it went from an obligation to something she enjoyed to do, so much so she went out of her way to try new recipes whenever possible. “Unless you are in the mood for something else. I can improvise.”
(I shouldn’t have to say this, but unless you’re Zak do not reblog this. LEAVE CUTE MESSAGES FOR THEM THO)
First, I wanna say that if you’re not following them on @altertyped or @voidfcllen you’re absolutely missing out on some top-notch writing. I’ve had the honor and privilege of being able to enjoy their vast creativity and love for their characters and it's amazing.
You rarely see someone put so much of themselves into their characters and the respect they have for both canon material and their muses as a whole being is worthy of admiration.
Zak is without a doubt one of my favorite creators here on Tumblr.
They're sweet, funny, and kind. Talking about anything with them turns into something enjoyable.
We've known each other for years now, I can safely say a little over maybe 5 years and I never feel worn out or tired of our interactions. Their passion to take lesser known characters or to bring something new with the vastly popular ones is just so refreshing to see among so many wonderful versions of those muses.
Now that the shameless plug has been taken care of, i'mma get sappy!
You're my best friend here on Tumblr, aside from roleplaying and streaming movies on rabb.it when it doesn't break down our conversations leave me a greater person. Even if we're probably never going to meet each other, which I think is more of a blessing for anyone that would have to suffer the two of us together then for our well being, I already feel like I know you.
I've become a better writer and person because of you, I don't feel bad or annoying when we talk about things in our lives because you always find a way to make me realize that I matter more then what I truly think I do.
You're a strong, wonderful and talented person and I wish that you could experience what it is talking to you just so you'd understand how amazing you can be.
I adore you, I don't think I'd still be on Tumblr if it weren't for the drive you so contagiously shared with me.
You haven't just impacted my life here on this shitty website but, out in the real world I know I can feel proud and confident on what I do because you taught me to love what I do.
I can't say that you're going to be amazing one day, because I'd be lying. You already are so much more than amazing, and you're going to be okay.
I love you. Thank you for everything, and I hope you have a fantastical birthday with your family and your fat demons (cats, demons are cats I'll fight everyone on this).
This was tiresome. They both knew it. They both knew that their feelings for each other were immense, but were always too stubborn and prideful to actually show it.
Well, Alejandro was done. They already acted as though they hated each other, what the hell is one kiss going to do besides get them to talk?
So, he did just that. He was not surprised when he felt his body being pushed away.
“No, what are we doing? This bullshit dancing back and forth between us is childish. I’m tired of pretending that we don’t know that there is something more here!”
He was getting angry, but he was also trying to think his word choice through. He didn’t want to say something that would just get Mal pissed and not want to talk.
meme II 🛒: for our muses to go holiday shopping together (holds all lindsays bags) II @altertyped
lindsay LOVES the hustle and bustle of the mall, although it's a completely different playground during the holiday season -- screaming babies unhappy to meet santa, frantic last-minute shoppers all trying to find that perfect gift, and everything in between. they happen to fall into all three categories ( minus the screaming and being unhappy bits ) !!
of all the last-minute shopping they had done thus far, lindsay holds the little bag from SANTA'S WORKSHOP with the picture she thought would be totally cute of she and mike with santa ( and she was right !! they look adorable !! ), and in her free hand is mike's, while he somehow manages to balance her in the mix of presents for other people, and things lindsay thought were too perfect to pass up for herself.
"are you sure you got all that ??" she asks, looking up at him with her head tilted. lindsay is a professional shopper, having been carrying bags upon bags of goodies since her dad gave her his credit card for the first time and let her loose at the mall with her sisters -- but she's also a professional princess, and can't help but think its VERY ATTRACTIVE of mike to hold her things for her.
meme II 💋: for our muses to share a kiss under the mistletoe (u awakened the mikesay beast!) II @altertyped
"oh !! over there !!" lindsay's fingers are tucked into the crux of mike's elbow as she tugs him through the partygoers. the venue is packed, contractually obligated contestants in a room with each other when they would all rather be anywhere else, but not lindsay !!
christmas is linday's second favorite time of the year ( first, being bikini season, of course ), and she actually likes most of the other campers -- the ones she knows ( and even if there are old grudges, lindsay is more than civil with everyone ). but they aren't important at the moment. her eye caught on one of her favorite christmas traditions hanging in one of the doorways, one that many other partygoers seem to be avoiding like the plague, but not lindsay !!
she smiles up at mike because it all just seems EASIER and WARMER with him by her side, navigating people to get to what she wants, even though what she wants is already in her hands.
and to drive home that point, lindsay cups mike's face once they have reached the destination, once they are settled directly beneath the mistletoe, and she pulls him down to her so that she can press her lips to his. her lip gloss is candy cane flavored, and she's not sorry at all about the taste she gives him.
@altertyped feat. mal 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 : “ yeah, well, can’t escape the past. right? “
courtney is no stranger to the concept of having past decisions returning to haunt you and she has the misfortune of those decisions being a part of the public record, forever immortalizing some of her most painful and embarrassing moments. countless nights staring up at the ceiling with bags under her eyes and dried tears on her cheeks, reliving the humiliation, left to wonder how things might have turned out differently if she had kept some of her innocence. she had always had an overdeveloped sense of justice, but pride was far more addictive and her burning crusade of self-righteousness scorched the earth around her and burned countless bridges. there’s a reason they say it’s lonely at the top.
it was inevitable that her past catch up with her and a sign of growth was an acceptance of the need for her to atone. when you lack self control, the desire to control others and your surroundings has you running on autopilot. she sits across from mal, her fourth glass of wine nearly drained as brown eyes finally lift from the sticky table at some hole in the wall off the highway closest to both of their lodgings, meeting halfway both literally and figuratively. the past hour had been an opportunity for her to vent, to air out her frustrations about his sabotage and her final moments on total drama. she had spent so long stewing about it, seething and blaming others and for someone as shady and cruel as mal to 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 her pain–– it’s the most accountability she’s seen from one of her former co - stars. not even gwen had ever truly acknowledged the hurt she’d inflicted and its enough for courtney to finally swallow enough of her pride to start her own journey of atonement. you can’t escape the past, right?
“ I suppose none of us can, ” she muses, swirling the last few drops of red wine in her glass. for the first time that evening, a ghost of an accepting smile forms and she sighs. “ even so, that doesn’t mean that we can’t learn from it. or accept it. ” courtney doesn’t know if she will ever truly forgive gwen or duncan for that matter and probably won’t forgive herself for all of the wrongs she’s inflicted, but in the grand scheme of things–– mal played her in a way that wasn’t personal, and to courtney that makes a difference.
* 𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ... no longer accepting .
