#autumnwept

[meddled]

@autumnwept​ : "  𝘪  𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦  𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸  𝘤𝘱𝘳,  𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦  𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘢𝘳𝘦  𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘮𝘺  𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩  𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺  !  "

                  there  is  a  look  of  confusion  that  flits  past  cindy's  expression.  a  pinch  at  her  features.  “  are  you  feeling  all  right  simon  ?  ”  eyebrow  drawn  together  as  nervous  hands  tug  at  the  edges  of  her  polo,  all  too  reminded  of  the  stains  that  live  there.  that  live  with  her  too.  they  distract  her  from  his  true  meaning  and  she  continues  to  prattle  on.    “  of  course  i  can  do  CPR,  we  are  all  supposed  to  be  certified  to  work  with  the  campers.  did  you  forget  that  from  our  training  ?  ”  then  all  at  once  she  understood  what  he  was  saying.  a  gentle  roll  of  her  eyes  and    a  shake  of  her  head.  “  you  are  awful.  ”  she  chided,  but  the  smile  never  quite  leaves  her.  

[unbelong-arc]

STARTER CALL     /     @autumnwept​.

                   ‘obviously it’s all about the money for you,’ teddy exclaims, tone matter of fact. that’s what it’s about for all the counselors. all except for him. no, theodore took this sad excuse for a job at camp nightwing for a much more specific reason. ‘but for me? i wanted to dig around the hanging tree,’

[whatscanonmoved]

how can we serve you?    (  ft. @maskeraide and @autumnwept   )

[vampyrasa]

        @autumnwept​   liked   for   a   starter.   /   lyric-based.

“  𝙸   𝙲𝙰𝙽'𝚃   𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙴   𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂  coming,  ”       he thought perhaps that she’d been crushed into desolation of loneliness that even she could not endure. no family to speak of among the living who didn’t already count themselves among the innumerable corpses that fed the hungering dead.   none but the lord bat,  who stood precariously along the iron fencing so that those tarnished rubies could watch her from above,  be ready for whatever weaponry might sunder cursed bone.       “   for still,  despite my urging,  you refuse to see that they are human more than you.   ”

[killerfund]

         @autumnwept​​​   sent  /   “  you’re either really desperate to be coming to me,  or you think i’m a lot stupider than i am.  ” - Marta 👀👀

        being a long way from home, he felt it was the closest he could get to someone. anyone to slap reality back into his face. standing with the wideness of acceptance than to run away with the lies he imprinted in every step. only to be looking like he cared, but she was apart of everything that was drained down to a clogged pipe. waiting to be cleared and washed into the endless mind of memories. “ don’t be so fucking serious.” the smug of response was effortless, a relaxed back of comfort to drown what was only wanting to latch into truth. only to feel paralyzed and broken, all the same when he felt he was being turned around to face everything alone. taking the easy way out was simple, but lonesome when bonds were soorippeded from privilegeded hands. born for worse into a family of greed and idolized the sunlight of flashes than the warmth of closeness. something the playboy could never understand, adjust to when her eyes poured into him like a bask of warm freshness. to tell her the truth, he could not. to give into the angels touch of heavens wine. he would burn on the edge as witness and gulp what fire he had told of lies. 

    “ marta.” her name came like a prayer when his eyes darted down, the light shuffle and his shoulder laying purchase to the door frame. “ and im not stupid enough to think that.” he hoped she knew that, not after everything. not when sins were played like music to see who would trip up first. grab everyone's attention to soon dive within rumors. deadly kinds. “ this wasn’t just a house. this is where i was left to grow up while my mom made money. this was and is where i feel safe.” alone, always. and more so now with the divorce. yet it felt comforting, nothing which drew his attention to figure it was his problem. their problems weren’t his. and his problems were just something they overlooked. but never by harlan. never. “ can’t you understand that? ”    

[ourpaladin]

AUTUMNWEPT SAID   [ . . . ]   WE DON’T HAVE A LOT, BUT WE DO HAVE EACH OTHER.

                   it was kindergarten when they met ; mike remembers it like it was yesterday. it’s a story he’s told several time, the first to his mother when he was overjoyed to announce that he finally had a friend, the last when will needed it most. mike was alone back then, with no company or companions. he was nothing but frog face to his peers, and he thought it would be like that forever. but will, he wanted to be mike’s friend. the rest is history. despite any fights they may have, the bad times remain shallow, and it always comes back down to their unconditional love for each other.

‘  yeah. that’s the way it’s always been, right?  ’ sitting side by side on the wheeler’s basement couch, mike speaks over the new coke commercial playing loudly on the television, grinning over to his friend, a genuine gleam in his eye. ‘  and... even if it’s always like that — ’ hand lands softly on will’s shoulder, shaking him playfully before letting it fall back to his lap. ‘  we can handle whatever comes our way. together,  ’     @autumnwept​.

[ourpaladin]

@autumnwept​ ​ ​​ said  :    ☾ for a random one liner.

                    ‘  just... stay with me. don’t leave,  ’

[wrackspurtes]

@autumnwept​ ​    /    s.c

                graduation  had  slipped  past  them.  remus  almost  hadn’t  noticed.  the  abrupt  lack  of  a  routine  though  made  him  anxious.  if  there  was  no  reason  to  leave  his  flat,  or  if  he  was  visiting  sirius,  the  house  on  grimmauld  place,  he  simply  wouldn’t.  had  he  not  already  promised  james  he’d  be  here  he  would  be  curled  up  in  his  bed  now.  he  slumps  into  the  booth  at  the  hogshead,  hands  are  clasped  in  front  of  him.  if  someone  were  to  look  close  the  tell  tale  signs  of  sleep  deprivation  are  clear  on  his  face,  but  then  again  he  is  almost  always  tired.  it  was  curious  how  people  seemed  to  be  putting  the  pieces  of  their  life  together.  it  all  felt  too  quick  for  his  liking.  he  looked  up  as  his  friends  slid  across  from  him,  the  corners  of  his  eyes  crinkling.  “  it’s  good  to  see  you.  ”    his  eyes  twinkle,  “  you  look  like  hell.  ”