#for ryan

[bubblegum-flynn]

At the park

It had been a few weeks since Flynn had did his chemistry read and started production of his New BL series with his boyfriend. Things were going great until this week when he had been feeling sick as ever, not thinking much of it. It was the third day of him being sick when he had went to the doctors to get some tests done and lo and behold he was pregnant. He stumbled upon an empty Park bench near Han’s clinic as he dialed his boyfriend’s number with trembling hands. It rang as he let out a shaky breath when his love answered. “H-Hey, can you come to the park, there’s something important I need to share with you. I’ll send you my location.”

[drkatebrooks]

@ Area 51 Laser Tag

“I figured our first date of shopping for a wedding present would be lame to recreate.” 

“So I did this instead. We’ve got five rounds of one on one.”

[priests-and-potions]

meadow-of-muses liked for a starter

It was a dark night when Hana was exploring New York. She heard from some sources that a vampire was in the city hiding among the crowd.Hana was wearing a suit with a hidden holy dagger. “Where are you...” She said to herself looking around

[cynicallyintrigued]

I can’t breathe. One, because my nose is stuffed. Two, because my lungs feel like I’m suffocating. Like trying to blow up a brand new beach ball and having the plastic stick together, feeling like you aren’t getting anywhere. My eyes hurt, despite not having cried today. In the last three days I’ve cried all I have, and all that is left is the feeling that I need to cry more but I can’t. So I sit here with the haunting feeling of your presence gone missing. I have to go see you tomorrow, and the idea makes me want to throw up. I can already feel my eyes getting heavy and my anxiety is so high that it’s almost non-existent. Everyone keeps telling me that they’re worried about me, that if I need anything they’re here for me. It’s all some huge joke. All of the apologies, this empathy. Like, I get it you’re sorry. I’m sorry too, but sorry doesn’t fix anything. I feel like I’m suffocating in my own body, but I don’t even want to die because we’d always talk about killing ourselves. How depressed we are and how life is meaningless. This time though.. this time you’re actually gone. The ironic thing is that it wasn’t even your fault, you didn’t even kill yourself. Which is great, but you’re still gone and I want to rip my hair out. I don’t want to do anything. I’ve barely drank in the last three days. I don’t want to leave my bed, I don’t want to shower, I don’t want to go to classes, I want to quit my job. Like, holy fuck. I just don’t feel like I can successfully be a person. I’m barely a fucking person here, man. You always knew that I was though. I found old text messages from you today. You told me that you were proud of me. You always told me that you were proud of me. And fuck I can’t remember if I ever told you or not, but I was proud of you too. The last time that we talked you were so happy. You got to go on a few dates and kiss that girl that you really liked. You were holding on for all of this time when you absolutely didn’t want to. You were the best person I could have ever had enter into my life. I’m completely destroyed. I’m trying to do this. I am. I’m trying really hard and I just want to thank you. Thank you so much for being my friend. For helping me when I was hurting. For always checking up on me. For helping me through my break up and was quite possibly the worst summer of my entire existence. Thank you for always being you. I love you dearly too.

[cumbeforethemultimuse]

Books and a massage Closed

@thedevilstole-yourbxys

John spent a lot of his time here at the bookstore and cafe, but he never actually spoke to anyone. He always watched the owner though, hoping that one day he’d notice and actually come talk to him. Finally, after months, the owner looked at him, and he smiled and waved at the handsome man. 

[drkatebrooks]

Kate slid off the couch gingerly and stepped over to Dastan. Stumbling as she crouched, the girl found the man’s phone in his pocket and pulled it out. Falling back on to the couch, she thanked god it was unlocked and proceeded to scroll through the incredibly asinine system of numbered brothers and uncles. Not finding any Coventry name in the phone, she decided to assume Son was Ryan and pressed the call button. 

“Ryan.” was her only greeting when the phone picked up.

[balkanbabez]

What once was beautiful has been covered in snow

Winter, the bleak butcher, smothers hope, love

A lone doe caught in the clutches of a wolf

An affair turned violent when curiosity was sated

Six streaks across the chest, crimson on powder

Blood runs a marathon towards ground,

Whispers lace the lacerations, a fool, philophile

Look what want has done, desire played you

Writhing and bleating out, the deed not done

Hope becomes torment, love becomes anger

Best to give in, frightened prey

The midnight wolf came to claim your foolishness

Let night consume, oblivion take you

What reason is there in continuing to hope

Look forward, a gleam,

The herald of hope calls you to her embrace

That glorious watcher of night, seek her protection

Follow her light through the black, wriggle free

The wolf dare not reveal himself to the shimmer

In doing so his own foolishness would be revealed

He releases you in fear of the light

The bugle will arrive with the dawn,

The wolf will retreat in fear of the hunt

The doe can run free in the light of day

No succumbing to the cold, leave blood behind

The snow will hide the foolish, the gore, the past

The spring will wash it away

A lesson for the lover now learned