25.07.2024—having an awful week but we push through

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25.07.2024—having an awful week but we push through
started ochem and overall it has been a really humbling experience.
🎧: Adharam Madhuram
@heygutlcss has been found worthy
Nayotake no Kaguya-Hime sat dutifully behind the silk panels of the kichō as she listened to the translator list the solutions this foreigner had discovered to the riddles she had put to her suitors. A dark eye looked carefully through the panels at this foreigner. He wasn't sophisticated but looked like someone who'd spent a lifetime doing hard work.
She breathed deeply and stood up, hesitating a moment before she she parted the silk panels so this stranger could look upon her himself. <<Ask him if he wishes to stay the night,>> She said expecting this foreigner to understand the implications. That was why he had come wasn't it?
@heygutlcss asked: i know you think i'll leave, but i won't. not now. not ever. (Maria)
"Everyone leaves, shortstop." Riff takes a drag of the cigarette in his hand, peering out the window where he's propped himself up on the sill. His eyes are on the horizon, but they're not really taking it in at the same time, lost in his own thoughts. "S'just the way of things. Sooner or later, everybody leaves. Even the ones who say they won't."
It's all he's ever known, after all. People leaving. His father had been gone by the time he'd turned seven, dragged off to jail or god knows what. His ma had gone before he'd turned ten. He doesn't know where his uncle is these days, nor does he want to know anything about that bastard. Tony's gone, been gone twice, first off to jail, and then off to that permanent sleep. The Jets are...well, he sees some of the boys around, but the Jets are done. They're all scrambling to figure out their lives. Sometimes he wonders if there's much point. Sometimes he wonders why the hell he's still here when Tony isn't. That doesn't seem right. It should be the other way around.
@heygutlcss / riff sent: 😳 - caresses my muse’s body
the first time she came, she was as scared as a mouse taught in a trap. the mouse only wanted a bite of the sweetness left out and that was exactly what johanna was hungry for. some kindness. anything. anthony was dead and she was married to a man she had assumed didn’t like her for the entirety of her first marriage. she couldn’t sleep in the same bed where anthony whispered his final words to her.
now, it’s impossible to imagine a night where she doesn’t come. it doesn’t matter if they’ve argued earlier or one of them snapped at the other for something ( johanna tries her hardest to keep all of it away from laura and the bed ), she comes every night, unless he asked her not to. though, she believes he might need that just as much as she does.
with his arms around her body, she burrows her face into his chest. if johanna opens her mouth, she would surely hear them chattering. perhaps, it’s her fault for not wearing as many layers as she should. she’d made sure laura was warm before coming here. but she’d neglected herself.
❝ i’m cold, ❞ she whispers in riff’s ear. a hand lifts, gently touching his cheek. ❝ does my hand feel cold, too? i think it does. ❞
@heygutlcss said, you need to eat better.
so grazi's NOT impressed with the humble meal tommy fixed for himself last night. granted, he isn't hiding the evidence well; he fell asleep before he could clean his dish. tried to make a poor man's dinner, but tommy's meager kitchen lacks half the ingredients necessary. frankly, he finds humor in that — imagine being too poor for a goddamn poor man's meal.
"i got you, don't i?" cue the sly, charming grin as tommy wraps his arms around the blonde's waist. he pulls graziella onto his lap, lets her have a front-row seat to his open-floored & extremely humble abode.
"one dinner of hot dogs and potatoes ain't gonna kill me. promise."
@heygutlcss soldier the middle !
“Did I- Did I really tell you about how me and Michael met?” He asked not as sheepish he should be. “Mercy was giving me all kinds of hell about it today when I went by their place. Michael’s pretty pissed too. I think anyway.”
@heygutlcss come out and play
The Warriors were all wolves, to say Ajax was more animal than most though was an insult to beasts. He was something only humans could make themselves into even if he kept to the old animal laws of protecting and expanding one’s territory and protecting the pack. But he was wild even rabid which was why the gang usually kept him on a short leash.
But not even Cleon could or would have yanked on that leash to keep him from leaving Coney. He’d been chain smoking for the last couple days (always a bad sign) and he still was as he made his way up to the Upper West Side. Thomas Cowboy had people up this way. A whole week.
He’d never been gone that long without warning that his folks were dragging him off somewhere or some school shit. Ajax had been racking his brains trying to remember if they’d argued or if he’d said something to tick him off, hated how he wasn’t sure. Thomas was a mystery to him. Hence the cigarettes. Hence coming up to the Upper West Side without his colors.
“Hey you!” He barked, chasing after dark hair and a mechanic’s oil covered shirt, grabbing his shoulder. “You’re one of his friends aren’t you?”