#dm.starter

[appariitions]

textbook cracked open in front of him and as fin stared down at the page, all he could think was ‘what the fuck.’ had they covered this in class? a pointless question considering fin had fallen asleep mid-lecture earlier in the day and then missed the day before. “sorry—” fin picked up his head. he didn’t want to interrupt. it was just that he was desperate: both to pass and to not have to look at these equations any longer. “i just... you don’t happen to know anything about econ do you? it’s just, my brain... it’s not really working right now and i could use the help.”

[ionlanthes]

                   TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS,     but when you keep a secret as big as her own, time wasn’t enough. there were often moments in which she caught herself having dark depressed thoughts. thoughts she could share with others, because no one knew the truth in the end. sharing her burden would perhaps have made it easier, but under these circumstances it was impossible and therefore she wore a mask that showed the world she was there to help others. once more stacy was lost in her thoughts, not even noticing the frantic movements of the cat she carried under arm. it wasn’t until she got scratched by the cat that she woke up, dropped the cat and saw him ran for the hills.            ❝           oh no! hold the cat            ❞             she shouted to no one in particular while she attempted a sprint herself.

[russellhqs]

the final gruesome hours of russell’s shift at the antique shop were coming to a close so he could finally head home and lay the fuck out with a blunt and whatever ridiculous sitcom was playing on the telly tonight. every day that passes by, he contemplates completely quitting this job, but then remembers his whole drug issue depends on him having some kind of steady income. 

he was replacing the final misplaces item when he heard the door chime, ‘oi, we’re closed,’ russ called out without even turning to the person.