#c; ben

[bowiebardot]

where: the ren faire - main street who: ben ( @ambercast )

"i hear that you asked baby hawk to lunch, are you aiming to give hawk an aneurysm?" she asked as she walked alongside ben "you best not do anything to hurt that girl or i'm hurting you" zelda was sweet and she didn't need an already complicated situation being made more complicated by ben "but it's not me you'd need to worry about, it's the romero's...and matt, she's close with matt and i think he'd comfortably beat you up" she laughed

[doc-maverixk]

@professorbcampbell

Oh really? Sounds not all that different from my own job. What do you do?

I work in the medical field. Its as rewarding as it can be exhausting, but its what I decided to do with my life. What about you? Hopefully something that pays well with how nice you’re dressed.

[halfmanticorebrothers]

|| C L O S E D ||

@heroparadigm

Had Ben meant to fall asleep as he waited for Melinda to get back to her apartment? No, but whatever she wanted it sounded like it was urgent so he'd let himself in via shimmer and promptly made himself comfortable on her couch, which wasn't a great idea with how little sleep he had been getting lately, oddly enough they started up just days after that incident with the Avengers overseas in some small country.

The next thing he knew he was being started awake well-yelling something he somehow knew was 'no' in Russian and using his manticore speed to move away from whoever was touching him. Unfortunately for him, in his half-asleep panicked state? Moving that quickly from laying down on the couch meant that he bumped the person trying to wake him, who he vaguely registered was Melinda, and tumbled practically headfirst over her coffee table. He groaned in pain as he held his knee, which had the unfortunate pleasure of smacking into the edge of the coffee table at hyper speed.

[dr-zaki-angelo]

Where: Ben’s place Who: @itssaintben​

Back when the Angelo boys decided to pick their jobs they didn’t think just how hard meeting up would be, their schedules were hard to match, but where they could, those times were special, and Zaki loved to spend some time with his brother. “I have no idea what you are saying my salsa it’s perfectly fine and I’m just letting you cook because I know you enjoy it.”

[burnedpower]

@gcrbcgewilldo​ liked this for a starter from KYLO REN || CONTAINS SPOILERS

she did it. but what did it cost? he ran, his mind, his heart, on the only thing he had left. rey. sliding to a stop, he pulled at her, her heavy body shifting into his arms. he knew. from the moment he pulled himself up out of that hole, he had known. the act had killed her. it had killed the emperor, yes, but it had also killed her. and he didn’t know how to act; how to... what to do. staring at her lifeless face... all he could think was the word no. this could not have all been for nothing.

the act. the same one that she had done upon the remains of the death star. he did that same act. even if it would kill him; he had to try. because that’s how they would win. not by destroying the enemy. but by saving what they loved. rey deserved to live more than he did. she was now the hope of the galaxy, as luke skywalker once was. she was the spark; and she could do more, be more, than he ever could. the universe needed her. and if the skywalker family had to die for her to live, then so be it.

that hope, everything he felt, it all poured out into a smile; a laugh, almost - tears - when it worked. when she was awake in his arms, when he saw that gaze in her eyes and her body spring to life. and without even thinking, he embraced her, a hand moving to the back of her head, intertwining in her hair. grateful. she was alive. it had taken a lot out of him, and he was unsure if he was even able to stay conscious after that. but she was alive. that was all he wanted.

[goodpeopledie]

klaus: dude i put a sock on the door for a reason

ben, who has been dead for literal years: THAT'S NOT HOW ANY OF THIS WORKS

[fatesought]

( @botmum​ | sc )

      “Mom?” A sparrow’s breath trembles in the boy’s chest, not unlike the earlier pitch from when he had first returned home with the rest of the child. His hands pressed tightly together, fingers twisting and digging at each other as he walks down the hallways, leaving a trail of water in his wake. In his pajamas now, an oversized towel hung across his shoulders, hair dripping wet, and an awful shake to to his breathing -- not crying, not yet. “Mom?” Louder now, as Ben looks for her, finally spotting the familiar shock of blonde hair against the dull warm tones of the house. “I tried, like you said, I tried but I couldn’t... I couldn’t get the blood to come off.” There were dark stains along his hairline, underneath his fingernails. 

[alicescotts-blog]

text | ben & alice

Alice: Hey

Alice: It was fun but tiring