#filiaastra

[manbehindtheshield]

there’s nothing more invigorating than a morning jog to start his day off right.  and today is saturday, which, is even better because that means he’s off work.  he can take the day a little easier -- well to a degree.  he still has plenty of errands and chores to get done over the weekend.  but for now, he’s taking some time to himself, jogging around the park with his dog, remy.  

the onset of fall has come.  this is steve’s favorite time of year -- when the leaves change and the temperature begins to cool:  it’s sweater weather. pumpkin spice latte weather (he’s not even ashamed to admit he loves them. even a student of his called him a basic bitch (teasingly) when he carried one into class one morning and he didn’t even care).  

steve slows his pace down and finally stops so remy can sniff at something.  he needs a breather, anyway.  he takes the moment to place his hands on his hips and looks around at the beautiful scenery.  and that’s when his dog starts pulling and jumping.  “remy...jeez!” he says, tugging the dog back just before he almost leaps on the a woman jogger.  “hey, down boy....” he scolds, grabbing a hold of the collar to settle him.  “gosh, i’m really sorry.  he gets very excited about new faces.” he apologizes, looking up at the woman.

“he didn’t jump on you did he?”

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[fullofaces]

                         There’s  a  smile  on  his  lips,      a  well-known  sensation  of  a  shirt  sticking  to  his  back      --      he  sang  three  songs  on  the  little  stage,      nothing  but  him      &&      his  guitar.      Acoustic  is  something  people  like  now,      it  seems  authentic  somehow,      Jack  just  didn’t  want  to  bother  the  other  members  of  the  group  when  they  were  with  their  family.      It’s  only  a  fundraiser,      made  for  rich  people  to  get  drunk      &&      feel  good  about  themselves  by  giving  some  money.      He  doesn’t  really  mind  though,      he  likes  to  play,      anywhere,      anytime  for  anyone.

                        Eyelids  drop  as  he  takes  a  few  gulps  of  water,      the  light  on  him  has  made  him  hot,      sweat  cool  on  the  hard  muscles  of  his  back.      Black  hues  glance  at  the  guitar,      small  secret  smile  lingering  on  his  lips.      Music  makes  his  blood  sing,      his  heart  beat,      it  makes  the  pain  go  away      --      he  wouldn’t  be  alive  without  it,      honest  to  God.      Head  turns,      he  shakes  a  man’s  hand,      thanking  him  for  his  compliments.      Another  person,      another  handshake      --      thank  you,      thank  you  for  your  kind  words,      thank  you      &&      he’s   alone.      Eyes  look  around,      people  are  all  speaking  to  one  another,      eyes  find  the  bar  and  he  goes,      asking  for  a  glass  of  red  wine.      Jack  always  feels  less  alone  when  holding  a  glass,      when  snorting  a  line,      when  smoking.

                        First  taste  is  taken,      fingers  now  itching  for  a  smoke  as  they  play  with  the  fabric  of  his  pack  deep  in  the  pocket  of  his  stupid  suit.      Another  sip,      he  should  talk  to  people      --      some  of  them  really  are  interesting,      knowing  stuff  he’s  too  stupid  to  even  imagine.      It’s  no  one’s  fault  really,      school  was  never  his  thing      &&      it’s  not  like  his  Pa  ever  gave  a  shit  about  it.      A  third  sip,      a  friendly  smile,      there’s  a  woman.

@filiaastra  /  plotted  thing

[facemypast]

@filiaastra || Unhealthy relationships SC

The Soldier kept his head down, eyes on the floor, not speaking unless he was spoken to. For now he was seated on the steel table, though soon enough he would have to lie down to be examined. This was standard procedure before being sent on a mission, making sure everything was in working order so that he was in optimal condition for the field. He had brief, sensory memories attributed to this- cold metal under his back, the smell of antiseptic, and pain... always pain. The door to the room opening and closing had his eyes glancing up automatically. The Soldier didn’t recognize the woman in the lab coat who walked in, but then again he didn’t recognize or remember most things. Forcing his eyes back to the ground he tried to will the tension in his body away, attempting to override his body’s insistent natural response. 

[vjesticka]

nadia : science side of tumblr how do i become a jellyfish aria : jellyfish have no brains . you’re already pretty close . nadia : okay WOW

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[vieseul]

FOR ARIA.  @filiaastra​  /   sc.  

 After turning the corner of the school’s narrow hallway , Nathaniel clumsily ran into a woman who he quickly realized was a fellow staff member . Frantic apologies escaped worried lips as he bent down to pick up her documents . ❛  I’m normally more aware of my surroundings -- When they’re not so new .  ❜ He scoffed at himself , though audible , before extending an arm and offering the woman her papers with a guilty grin plastered across his lips . 

    ❛  Sorry -- You probably had those a little more organized .   ❜

[divorare]

When @filiaastra calls out your ships for being kinky fucks.

[manbehindtheshield]

“I’m sorry, babe. Scaring you seemed like a funny idea at the time. Let me make it up to you?”

his heart was thumping and if it there was more light in the car he was sure his girlfriend would notice he had gone pale as a ghost.  “–jesus, aria—” he said with a shake of his head.  he hadn’t been expecting her to scare him like that – the movie was bad enough.  it no secret that steve’s not a fan of horror movies – but a drive-in sounded like fun.  however, he’d been thinking more on the lines of snuggling and making out.

“yeah? i’m not sure what you could do…” he shakes his head.  “unless you wanna..” he pauses, glancing out the windows.  there’s a car parked a couple of spaces over, and the people inside seem engrossed watching the movie. they’d probably never notice ….

he turns back to aria, a mischievous grin playing upon his lips.  “unless you wanna go down on me?”

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[fullofaces]

@filiaastra​  asked:      :* an i missed u kissy for jack

                    sweet  face  is  a  welcome  sight,      dark  hues  smiling  at  him.      they’ve  been  apart  for  a  long  time,      girl  had  stuff  to  do,      jack  had  stuff  to  do      &&      they  never  were  on  the  same  continent.      he’s  been  out  of  his  mind  most  time  to  be  honest,      not  in  a  bad  way  but  in  a  forgetting  way      --      he  lost  his  phone  three  times  in  the  last  month,      meeting  new  people,      losing  himself  in  everything  he  was  discovering.      he  forgot  about  home,      he  forgot  about  his  friends,      he  forgot  everything  that  wasn’t  new,      everything  that  didn’t  remind  him  of  who  he  is.

                     still,      she’s  there,      aria.      her  slender  arms  around  his  waist,      her  soft  lips  making  his  eyes  close  as  they  meet  his.      her  kiss  is  joy,      happiness,      it’s  missing  each  other      &&      finally  being  reunited.      his  hands  frame  her  face,      inked  fingers  a  contrast  upon  her  pale  flesh.      eyes  stay  closed  a  few  more  seconds  after  they  part,      thumbs  rubbing  the  apple  of  her  cheeks,          ❝  hello,  walking  poem.  ❞          smile  is  sincere,      joy  upon  his  lips.