#carelessgraces

[thomas-keen]

Il testimone invisibile (2018)

[indizien-a]

HAVEN, MAINE. AGENT ZHAO’S HOME. 0:43 AM.

          𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃.   He’d know,   he’s done it frequently enough.   And they’re both good at it,   almost doesn’t want to intervene when Fred and Astoria tiptoe to where the car’s USUALLY stood ――   but it’s not there   and he knows because he’s heard the door fall shut an hour earlier.   Assumes it’s something related to work,   but as long as Moa’s absence means he gets to enjoy a drink and a CIGARETTE on the patio with no one scolding him,   he doesn’t bother to worry.   Green eyes watch his counterparts with clandestine amusement,   voice only speaking up when the absence of transportation is discovered.      “ Weren’t both of you grounded last week? ”     His grin is impish,   barely hidden behind the smoke he exhales.     “ There’s nothing going on in Haven tonight, anyway. ”

@stfreds​ + @carelessgraces​,   surprise teen!thread !!!

[pistolslinger]

SOFT THORNS.  ( selectively accepting. )

@carelessgraces​ said:   ❛  in  another  lifetime ,  we  have  definitely  done  this  before .  ❜

     IF THEY’D BEEN friends in another life, and doing anything remotely close to this — jesper is willing to bet the clothes on his back that they’d died together doing something equally as foolhardy.  as he lifts her on the palm of one hand, up and close to the enormous painting hanging on the lavish apartment wall, jesper wonders if their old - life foes had thought to be more careful about where they hid their safes.  it was just too easy to look behind ornate paintings and find family jewels and grimoires locked in little hideyholes.

     “ you believe in that past life thing? ”  he says, as if he’s not a whole supernatural creature himself.  the notion of existing as himself once before shouldn’t be as absurd to him as it is — but . . . “ come on, come on.  crack the safe already! ”

[stfredsa]

INCOMING   /     i still love how moa patty and fred are all best friends and tht patty knows two amazing women I LOVE IT —— from: @pattyurs​.

genuinely can’t remember if i already replied to this but it doesn’t matter because every single time i’ve scrolled past this message in my inbox the dumbest, goofiest smile appeared on my face —— i LOVE this girl squad, tiny army of fiercely loving women, i would absolutely die for them. i’ve screamed about this at lyn a good amount of times, but perhaps the biggest pain in fred’s life is the loss of the relationship she had with her sister, extremely close right until they weren’t —— for her to have found the same chemistry with moa and patty (and i’m also gonna tag @carelessgraces​ in this too because astoria too is fred’s sister and all this applies to her as well) is unbelievable for me, it makes me so fucking happy, you guys have no idea ♥♥♥

RE   /   RANDOM ASKS   ( always accepting ).

[lovegrisha]

anonymous said… @carelessgraces has such a beautifully fleshed out and written grisha verse! astoria feels like she could fit right into the story and doesn't outshine the canon characters at all. she fits in effortlessly! not to mention her backstory is extremely beautiful and thoroughly thought out. amazing details, a beautiful backstory, and carried on in depth writing!

[murdcck]

@carelessgraces || liked SC

          " FOGGY'S GONNA REGRET NOT BEING HERE, " is all Matt can say when Astoria walks through the door of Nelson & Murdock, stuck behind a mountain of braille files on his desk. Admittedly, the blind man looks a little more frazzled than he's ever been, hair a mess & dark circles blooming like menacing shadows under his eyes. Not to mention the few bruises & little cuts that kiss his skin in areas that "I walked into a door," really don’t cut it, but prying is known to be the wrong move with a Murdock man. " Every time you come around, he misses you by a second. You should really call him, " he suggests offhandedly, voice husky from lack of use & sleep. He's been here since last night. No, it wasn't the caffeine keeping him going, but the pain from the beating he took last night, along with the knowledge that this case was being brought to court far sooner than he had realized — or maybe he'd just forgotten. He's been doing that lately.

          " YOU REALLY DON'T HAVE TO HELP IF YOU'RE BUSY, ASTORIA. I, uh... I really do appreciate the help, but I can't ask you to make time for this, especially when it isn't your responsibility. " Not to mention it was basically a pro-bono case; there really wasn’t anything in it for her.

[serendpitous-a]

  @carelessgraces gets a starter because i said so  |  hope & astoria

       memory is her curse, loss her cross to bear. even when surrounded by those whom she still has left, who the grim reaper hasn’t callously come for and ripped out of her grasp as she wails for someone, anyone, to save them in a way that she couldn’t, she is still utterly alone. they inhabit each corner of her mind, of her heart, and yet to them, she is simply hope grimani, the newest witch to enroll at the salvatore school, daughter of the headmistress. she spends most days alone, holed up in the library, pouring over pages when she’s not in class, trying to figure out what it is to bring her back to them in a real way, not just the physical. but every once in a while, there’s an interaction that has her ready to burst into tears on the spot. she’s terrible at managing her emotions these days — it’s not safe for her to wolf out on the grounds when, simply, no one besides astoria knows that she is a tribrid. today, it was landon, approaching with a friendly smile to ask if she wanted to join his friends, join her friends, at their lunch table. with a tight lipped smile she says no thank you, but maybe another time. he turns away, towards laughter and warmth and she sits, frozen and unable to tear her gaze away.

      it’s all too much to handle and she has science class next period where she sits just two seats behind mg and three to the left from josie and the thought of being surrounded once again has her on edge. she leaves the cafeteria at the ring of the bell, but rather than heading in the direction of her classroom, she does the exact opposite, bursting into astoria’s office without so much as an announcement. “ i’m taking the rest of the day off,  ”  she leads, not asking for permission. nothing sounds quite as appealing as the solitude that her room will provide. nothing except sneaking back off to the library in hopes of making headway with her situation. “ how am i supposed to focus on classes at a time like this ? ”

[dreamsaved]

@carelessgraces​ ♡’d the call

          since first coming to work at the daily planet there’d been an number of instances where people threatened to sue lois.  lois, the paper, perry, other writers.  anyone you could shake a stick at, really.  because clark had come to cover a lot of superman appearances he was rarely a target considering he’d never bring litigation against himself.  that was just weird.

           when perry asked clark to come into his office a few days ago the journalist assumed it was to discuss a new assignment.  the world had been quiet as of late ( oddly so ) and so the paper had to get creative on the definition of news.  all in the name of truth and business.  but, no, that hadn’t been the conversation.  in fact, it was a conversation clark never anticipated having to have.

          someone had taken great issue on a piece he’d written about gotham a good six months back.  six months.  clark could feel his brain cells exploding one by one as he tried to wrap his mind around it.   lay low, perry told him.  lay low until legal could get a handle on it.  what was more frustrating was not understanding which part of the article someone had taken offense to.  he’d fact checked every bit of that.  every bit of everything to be more specific.  clark wasn’t in the business of publishing fake news.

             with an appointment finally set with one of the lawyers the planet had on retainer, clark found himself knocking on a rather impressive looking door.  that in itself was a testament to his nerves; he was noticing pleasant details in doors.  a slow inhale through his nose is exhaled even more slowly.  clark readjusted his black-rimmed glasses just as the last of the air leaves his lungs.  this would be fine.  lois even said there was absolutely nothing to worry about.  smoke.  someone wanted to kick up some smoke for attention.

           fingers lightly curl, knocking before he dares to take a step inside.  “ hello?  the...er...i was told i could come in?  clark kent.  i’m from the daily planet. “