#completed memes

[rageagainstthedying]

☎ (danny & raya)

cell phone meme.

NAME: Daniel Hernandez

PICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: [text]: emilito and I are heading back now.

LAST TEXT SENT: [text]: thanks. i’ll be home in 20 minutes.

[rageagainstthedying]

☎ for Siobhan and Iain

cell phone meme.

NAME: Shiv

PICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: [text]: I have a surprise for you. You’ll love it, trust me.

LAST TEXT SENT: [text]: I haven’t trust your surprises since we were 4 years old

[rageagainstthedying]

☎ Mags and Gray of course :P

cell phone meme.

NAME: Gray 🐻

PICTURE: 

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: [text]: the kid may be a bit hyper. we went for ice cream after dance. sorry.

LAST TEXT SENT: [text]: graham putnam III, believe me. if cara is bouncing off the walls when she gets home, you’ll spend the night on babysitting duty. 

[rageagainstthedying]

☎ (mal & cat)

cell phone meme.

NAME: Kitten

PICTURE

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: [text]: youre a special kind of asshole

LAST TEXT SENT: [text]: aww you think im special? thanks kitten

[rageagainstthedying]

☎ for Elizabeth and Thom

cell phone meme.

NAME: Thomas Arono

PICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: [text]: 2p.m. mani/pedi appointments confirmed

TEXT SENT: [text]: i think it’s time you find some way to include a permanent nail specialist on the payroll. 

[rageagainstthedying]

☎ for Saraya and Zelda

cell phone meme.

NAME: Zelda 🗡

PICTURE:  

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: [text] make sure you stay near your phone. i’m gonna need you to pick up when i make my one phone call from jail

LAST TEXT SENT: [text]: z, i feel like i’ve been waiting my entire life for this message. good thing i’ve got your bail fund ready. 

[rageagainstthedying]

♙♟♥♡

♙: Sharing a bed:

“If you keep moving around, I’m going to have to hit you,” Theresa muttered between her teeth to the boy beside her. She rolled unto her side so that she could look down at him and rested one palm flat against his chest, the other propping her head up. “I’m trying to watch a movie, Lorenzo, and you are the epitome of distraction.” She punctuated the words with a poke of her finger before settling herself back down on the bed. She’d lied. She’d lost track of the movie’s plot fifteen minutes into it. Not that she could be blamed. She was laying in bed with a cute boy who smelled delicious and who blushed whenever she brushed her hand against him – something that she did often just because she enjoyed teasing him. So, really, who could blame her. “I like you a lot, Lorenzo Lacroix, but being in bed with you is like being in bed with a toddler.” 

♟: Patching up a wound:

“Goddammit,” Camila hissed. The cut that ran the length of her palm wasn’t deep. She’d suffered far worse before, but for some reason it hurt like nothing she’d ever experienced. “You could be gentler,” she muttered to James as she swatted his shoulder. She hadn’t thought before she’d picked up the piece of broken glass from the bar top and now she was suffering the consequence. “Honestly, though, the person who decided that using alcohol to sanitize wounds was probably some sadistic asshole.”

♥: Your muse crying about something: 

“I can’t understand a word you’re saying,” Chris said into the phone. He’d spent the last five minutes trying to decipher what his sister was trying to say but between the cell reception and her crying, he’d picked up every other word. If even that. “Yes, I sent you a signed copy of my book in the mail. What else was I supposed to do?” The publishers had asked him to do a book tour throughout the country promoting the book and naturally, he’d agreed, but that had meant that he’d had to send copies of his book to his family by mail. “I didn’t expect you to be so emotional about it. Now I’m terrified of how ma will react when hers arrives.”

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together: 

Magdalena ran a hand through her long hair, groaning as her fingers caught in the knots. She was never this disheveled, but she’d been so tired after spending the entire day with Cara’s dance school that sometime between walking through the door and plopping down on the couch with Gray and Cara, she’d fallen asleep. “Wake up, angel face,” she said, resting her hand against her daughter’s face before nudging her shoulder into Gray’s. “You too, dance dad.” She hadn’t meant to fall asleep curled up against his side, but she’d been so tired that she simply hadn’t had time to think things through. Plus, falling asleep as a family felt natural. She could sit here and berate herself over something that she couldn’t change now or she could move on. “All right you two. Up and at it. Breakfast won’t make itself.”

[ofdcydream]

♔, ♕, ♖, ♗, ♘, ♙, ♚, ♛, ♜, ♝, ♞, ♟, ♤, ♧, ♡, ♢, ♠, ♣, ♥, ♦ love me

wassup bich :~) 

♔ : FINDING YOUR MUSE WEARING THEIR CLOTHES

tatum had wondered to the closet that held now both of their clothes, shuffling through the various sweaters that she had left until she found a top that was now loose on her in exchange for the one she had given tucker. it had been one of her maternity turtlenecks, once tight against her when she had been pregnan. the pair were now married, with one child who was now old enough to gauge that halloween was a time to dress up and a pet that sported a similar outfit. “babe-” her eyes had been on the unflattering color, almost wondering how tucker had let her buy something this color when tatum saw him looking at himself in the mirror. “hold on, let me help you.” she had now discarded the turtleneck to the side, moving to help him adjust the painfully small crop top that belonged to her with a humorous glint. “i don’t know what’s scarier- the skull decorations outside our house or seeing you pull off a crop top better than me.” 

♕: HOLDING HANDS

“My hands won’t stop shaking-” tatum tittered, clasping her hands together before her, and she was right- Her fingers flitted and fell against each other as she stood before tucker, her cheeks flush with a color he prayed would never fade during their lifetime together. His eyes shone as he watched her and her gaze darted up from staring at her quaking hands to find his, “What—?” She started to question when she caught him staring, and it only added to the way her stomach was flipping, flying, somersaulting so that she could barely stand. He barely shook his head, his lips pulled to reveal his teeth in the most endearing of smiles, and she wanted to kiss him. It was so simple- She wanted to press herself against him and kiss him but she wanted him to be her’s just as much. And that had been the one soul thing that had encouraged this union- The aspect that each morning she’d wake to find him wedded to her: his legs tangling hers beneath sheets selected together. The idea that even if she wasn’t near physically, he wouldn’t be rid of her, not when she would soak into his skin, be found in the small scribbling in his wallet, in the explanation of the band on the fourth finger of his left hand.

His hands closed over hers, “Mine won’t either-” He admitted, and she let his palms fold over hers before she pushed herself forward, her lips falling across his, and she kissed his smile- Let his laughter fall against her mouth as she bumped her lips against his- I’m yours. But just in that moment, Callie burst in, spotting them and immediately throwing her hands up, “Jesus, you two- You’re not supposed to be seeing each other until- Damn it, Tucker! It’s bad luck! You can’t see her yet-” Callie swore, rushing at Tucker and yanking him away, and Tatum pretended it didn’t hurt her to let him ago.

♖: HAVING THEIR HAIR WASHED BY YOUR MUSE, ♤: TAKING A BATH TOGETHER, ♣: BACK SCRATCHES, ♧: YOUR MUSE PLAYING WITH THEIR HAIR

it had been a long day and tatum could tell that tucker was exhausted. she also knew that he was too nice to tell her this- weariness evident in his eyes when tatum had offered that they could open a bottle of wine and lay in the bath. they had taken turns in washing the other, his hands massaging her scalp with a certain calmness that had soothed her very own tense muscles. it wasn’t long before she sat back against the bath, her arms settling his own body as he joined her. with lips pressed against his head, she did the same for him. tatum brushed his now damp hair back, feeling him relax against her as every worry that he often carried on his shoulders now leading for those several minutes as they bathed together in silence. 

♢: FOREHEAD OR CHEEK KISSES

“Tatum-“"Don’t-” Tatum said again, now peeling her eyes off Tucker so that her was on her sister in law. “Don’t you dare make me face the fact that he’s gone-” Tatum choked on the truth she was being forced to swallow whole. “Don’t tell me I’m not allowed to sit here beside him until they drag him away-” Tatum pushed herself up slightly and the tears fell easily, cruelly going unnoticed as they pooled down her cheeks, collecting in her unkempt and knotted hair. "Don’t you fucking tell me he’s not coming back and I should get on with my life-” She was drowning, fuck him, he’d left her to drown when he had been the one to pull the pieces back together when it had been her mother. “And don’t fucking say how this isn’t normal because god damn it, I know how bloody abnormal it is to bury your mom and then your husband in the same lifetime- To bury the man that was supposed to be here.  I know how fucked up it is that I had to hold him as he died- That I had to apologize because my CPR didn’t work.” She hadn’t realized she was screaming until Callie had started to visibly flinch and through the blur of her own tears, she thought that maybe her eyes swam with tatum’s, too- “Don’t fucking tell me that he’s gone- I know that— Don’t you think I know that?” Tatum’s voice sharp with despair, her voice raw and ripping past her lips that had been wearing a red matte just hours ago. And so when Callie didn’t move again, Tatum looked away and back on what was left of  him - her hand holding on to his hand and the other brushing his hair back. And it wasn’t until the nurses had to pull her back did she move from her spot, with one last kiss on his forehead did she finally grasp the fact that she had lost him forever. 

♡: ACCIDENTALLY FALLING ASLEEP TOGETHER, ♙: SHARING A BED

it was nearing three in the morning when there was a cry. tatum had been the first to wake, her new maternal instincts kicking in when she recognized who it was beckoning for her attention. “tucker-” she called her husband, one soft nudge as she struggled to move with the stitches that suspended across her stomach without causing unbearable soreness. “babe.” she could feel him stir, the hospital bed that was made for one now creaking under their weight as he finally moved to still the baby that was certainly hungry. the two were still adjusting to being new parents, but she knew - watching him from where she laid, that tucker would be the very father to their child that his own father wasn’t to him.