#boy !

[mieczlw-a]

thomas  james  hammond   :   thirst  tweets   (   ft.  a  surprise  tweet  from  miecz.   )      /     @thcmasjames

[birdonahotdog]

July 7th, 2017

[justewil]

i lied! boy !

[halflegacy]

Gently holds her brother's hand

please  hold  this  man’s  hand     /     always.

it’s  been  days.     faye  is  one  of  few  he’s  spoken  to  since  their  mother,  only  a  few  words  at  a  time     (     i’m  sorry.     she’s  with  father  now.     she  always  wanted  to  see  him  again     ).     eyes  never  meet  and  voice  is  barely  a  whisper.     he’s  never  known  how  to  handle  grief.     and  more  so,  he’s  never  known  how  to  handle  guilt.     every  part  of  him  aches     —–     a  weight  bears  down,  pulling  him  deeper  into  anguish.     he  hasn’t  let  himself  sit  still;  always  gone  as  he  tries  to  forget,  practically  begging  aveline  for  bounties,  for  something  to  fight.

he  doesn’t  know  how  she  is.     he  hasn’t  asked,  and  he’s  done  his  best  to  avoid  being  alone  with  her.     only  those  words  of  vague  comfort  mumbled  to  ease  her  heart.     it  doesn’t  work,  he’s  sure  of  it     —–     every  syllable  only  seems  to  worsen  mourning’s  grip  on  his  heart,  it  couldn’t  be  better  for  her.     neither  excel  at  catharsis     (     though,  he’s  never  been  sure  if  it’s  because  he’s  never  allowed  the  chance     )     and  he  dreads  the  thought.

a  rare  time  that  he’s  home,  alone  in  his  room,  she  finds  him.     sitting  on  his  bed,  a  vacant  stare  fixed  on  his  hands.     garrett  tenses  the  moment  he  notices  her,  but  doesn’t  look  up.     she  silently  sits  beside  him,  and  after  a  moment,  takes  his  hand  in  hers.     it  makes  him  raise  his  head  to  look  at  his  sister.

when  conversation  doesn’t  come,  he’s  grateful,  and  gently  squeezes  her  hand.     a  reminder  that  neither  has  to  be  alone  in  their  grief     —–     something  he's  always  found  easy  to  forget.

[dollcarer-blog]

@griefate.     .     call.

           the lingering notion of being alone was getting to her.      she had to drop malcolm off at the hospital ; he would have passed away from blood loss had she taken him on the full drive to the station. there wasn’t a lot of time to explain & there wasn’t a lot of time to lose before she was buckling herself back in and heading off. she’d come back for him as soon as she filed her report & pleaded her story, she promised and turned on her heel towards the vehicle. how long has she been driving ? how far away were they ? could they go further ?

     the nimble fingers that gripped the steering wheel with such intensity they turned white for the last five minutes ( without release ) were starting to loosen. the car turning onto the gravel of it’s desired location and her door swung open before the engine even stopped rumbling. click. off. pull yourself out and take in the fresh air. you’re alive. cole isn’t. you saw him die. he was alive in there. in the walls. a person. not a child. a man. throat slit. glass mirror. mask. mask. mask.

     if greta arrived an hour ago, she would have stormed in raving. but she had time to compose what little calmness she harbored to approach the front desk with only a slight haste to her step.

                   “ i-- god, how do you report a murder ? “

                                                                         subtle.

[x-exol]

sehun knoes how to dive???djfjs 

[mikerichrds]

hnngahgadfshjskls i just thot 2 myself about watching debrincat in the nhl then i remembered he's a hawk