#empathos

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Mais de 40% galera!! 🙌 A partir de agora toda quarta vai ter novidades na campanha, vamos lá acompanhar!

empathos - boardgame

Prontos para um desafio emocional -digo, emocionante??🦆

Esse final de semana o jogo também vai estar sendo apresentado em Barueri, pra quem quiser testar e conhecer as devs! Mais info no instagram

[venustrape-arch]

@empathos  

        ↪   that was supposed to be a secret . - spencer to penelope

        this  would  be  the  face  of  a  scolded  child.  her  eyes  squeeze  closed  as  she  hears  familiar  voice  ring  through  her  designated  space,  fingertips  squeezing  around  the  pen  in  her  hand.  it  only  takes  a  couple  of  moments  for  her  chair  to  swivel  &  face  him  with  an  apologetic  look.  “  please  don’t  be  mad,  sugar.  ”  she  asks  him  quietly,  hoping  he’d  keep  her  good  intentions  in  mind.  his  nightmares  worry  her.  &  she  definitely  didn’t  make  a  careless  decision  telling  gideon  about  it.  “  i  only  told  him  it  might  be  good  for  you  to  talk  through  some  things  with  him,  i  swear  i  didn’t  go  into  detail.  ”  but  gideon  just  knows.  he’s  good  at  his  job  for  a  reason  &  she’s  almost  certain  he  knew  before  she  said  anything  at  all.  small  sigh  pushes  past  her  lips  as  she  gets  up  &  searches  his  face  for  a  reaction.  “  i  wasn’t  passing  you  to  him  either,  if  that’s  what  you’re  thinking,  it’s  just  that-  you  guys  are  all  out  there,  up  close  to  the  horrors.  you’re  not  alone.  ”  a  beat,  small  smile  trying  to  uplift  the  mood.  “  &  a  certain  babble  mouth  is  still  always  here  for  you  for  what  it’s  worth.  ” 

[batsacrificed-a]

@empathos​  asked  :   “ isn’t it past your bed time? “ - wayne

          for  a  moment  he’s  shocked  by  the  question.  as  if  he  has  ever  gone  to  bed  at  a  reasonable  time.  he  knows  to  not  play  his  guitar  after  a  certain  hour  (  he  only  listens  because  he  has  some  respect  for  him  ),  but  to  actually  go  to  bed?  absurd.  he  laughs,  giving  a  nod,  ❛  yeah  right.  good  one.  ❜  he  gently  hits  his  uncle’s  arm,  ❛  you’re  the  one  getting  old,  don’t  you  need  your  beauty  rest?  ❜

stranger  things.

[michalchvk]

@empathos​ / brooke maddox sent 11 to host a halloween party with my muse 

– “WHAT DO YOU THINK?” PAIGE HOLDS UP THE PUNCH BOWL. “ does it look like blood to you or is it too pink ? ” she squints a little bit as she holds it up to the light before she sets it back down. she’s in full britney spears attire, circa oops ! i did it again with her hair pulled back tightly. she lifts the ladle and holds it out to brooke – “ here. try it at least. ” it’s probably so pink because yeah, it’s mostly vodka. 

[snakesimp]

“Ooooh, free Sangria!” manny to jay / @empathos​

“sangria?” jay scoffs a laugh, brow furrowing. “dimples, you drink like my grandma.” it takes just a brief second before he’s shrugging his mouth and grabbing a cup. “luckily free is my favorite flavor. here.” drink is pressed into her hand before he goes for his own serving. “jesus, we gotta see what else they’re givin’ away here. gotta love generous idiots.”

[shoreabove-moved]

@empathos​ said : ❝ i’m cute about everything. ❞ ( jesse )

                    more than anything, rachel wants to protest. she wants to be mad, furious, at the way he’s reappeared in her life after being missing for so long. ( high school is high school, and rachel knows that first hand. she’s spent the better part of her first year in new york attempting to get over the horrible things she was put through by her peers, and now that she’s a happy, confident adult, seeing a ghost from the past feels like a setback. like she’s back to that little girl, animal sweaters and knee highs and so, so much desperation to be liked. to be loved. )

                    jesse st. james did love her, once. until he broke her heart. and though she’s forgiven him for the way things ended, there’s still something bubbling under the surface of her skin as she holds his eye contact, lips curled into a grimace. regret, maybe. anger. disappointment that she let something -- someone -- like him slip away, be it as a friend or... well. 

                    her fists unclench, and rachel’s shoulders roll as she begins to stride towards him across the small dance studio. ❛ i see the years haven’t changed you much, ❜ she teases, a smirk threatening to tug at the corner of her mouth. arms fold across her chest, and freshly manicured nails dig into the flesh of her forearm, brow cocked in his direction.

                    ❛ and even if your words hold a modicum of truth to them, ❜ she relents, stepping into his space with an air of bravery that sixteen year old rachel berry could never imagine, ❛ there’s nothing cute about mistakes. you’re focusing too hard on counting instead of letting your body actually do what it wants to do. ❜ lips pressed together, rachel challenges him, eyes wide as her head tilts up to meet his gaze.

                    ❛ my broadway debut won’t be sullied by someone who can’t keep an eight count -- surely, you understand, right? ❜

( brooklyn nine nine prompts | accepting! )

[sunpathos-a]

@empathos​    asked    ❝  mistletoe    +    on    purpose.  ❞ from    emmett    to    rosalie.   /    send    mistletoe    for    our    muses    to    be    under    one.

𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚    𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩    𝙖𝙣𝙙    𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮.    it’s    christmas    time,    it’s    the    happiest    time    in    the    world.    even    you    being    a   bitch    most    of    time    doesn’t    change    that.    you’re    actually    as    light    and    airy    as    the    rest    of    the    world.    emmett    helps    after    all.    he’s    the    one    making    you    giggle,    making    you    comfortable,    making    sure    that    you’re    happy.    after    all,    he    loves    you    and    christmas,    and    you    love    him.    you    love    him,    and    you    want    to    make    him    happy.    so,    you    swallow    most    of    your    insults,    most    of    your    snarky    comments    and    focus    on    being    happy.    he    lets    you    be    happy,    he    makes    you    happy,    has    always    made    you    happy.    he’s    been    carrying    that    mistletoe    since    esme    put    up    the    decorations.    he    smiles    and    kisses    people    on    the    cheek,    and    he    kisses    you    like    the    world    is    about    to    end.    you    accept    it    every    time,    you    giggle    and    smile,    and    pull    him    closer    and    drag    him    into    rooms.    today    is    no    different,    today    he    doesn’t    carry    it    around    completely,    until    tonight    during    dinner.    he    has    hanged    it    in    the    doorway    where    he    has    corned    you.    you    wrap    your    arms    around    him    without    thinking,    kissing    him    as    hard    as    you    can.    without    a    second    thought.    you    stay    there    for    the    longest    time,    after    all    you    don’t    need    oxygen.

[shinemadea]

@empathos​

          ↪   “ i have … so many questions. ” - ray

          “  what  is  that  -----  is  that  tiktok  ?!  “  oh  ,  no  ---  it’s  her  one  thought  in  the  face  of  utter  embarassment  .  not  for  her  as  much  as  the  weird  part  of  the  internet  her  dad  might  have  managed  to  venture  in  .  the  thought  of  having  to  explain  any  tiktok  trends  at  all  to  her  dad  mortifies  her  .  &  really  ,  it’s  a  good  thing  the  short  videos  she  &  flynn  have  been  posting  are  not  cringe  worthy  enough  for  her  to  worry  her  family  might  see  them  .  the  internet  has  a  long  memory  &  it’s  moments  like  this  very  one  that  makes  her  feel  grateful  she  has  half  a  mind  not  to  make  a  complete  fool  of  herself  online  .  “  dad  ,  no  ,  put  that  away  .  put  it  away  forever  .  “