#i: f2f

[arianathorsdottir]

@sif-goddessofwar

Ariana didn’t really know much about mothers day when her friends first started going on about it, but she’d soon picked up on the fact that it was a day to celebrate mothers. When and why it had started she wasn’t sure, but she liked the idea. So she’d found what people usually did for the day, and that morning she turned up at her mother’s door with a bouquet of flowers, and a small wrapped gift. Knocking on the door, she waited, hoping her mother was in.

[ariana-of-asgard]

@victvrious liked

“I don’t get why my mother sent me here! I mean... I do, but... students are being killed, and disappearing. I just want to go home. Can you talk to her for me? She might listen if it comes from you.”

[arianathorsdottir]

@victvrious

“Aunt Sigyn!” Ariana beamed her pace increasing as she approached the woman who, whilst not her aunt by blood, was as good as. “I was hoping to get the chance to see you today. I wanted to wish you happy birthday!”

[libertyrogers]

“Do you ever get fed up of people judging you based on your family?”

@mialuthor

[ariana-of-asgard]

@impossiblc liked - Laussa

“Are your parents insisting you stay here too?”

[ellnaturae]

Ziggy Stardust and the Witch from Ma’at || F2F MikElliott

Elliott decided to wake up early that morning, he wanted to run around campus and enjoy the fresh air. He had to admit, even if it felt like jail sometimes, he could go out of his room whenever he wanted and NYADA was a beautiful place to observe. Everyday he went for a walk he discovered a new part of it, new kind of plants, a new building who made him question what kind of art movement it could belong to, and it started make him feel he could actually enjoy the stay while it lasted.

Of course, Ziggy accompanied him everytime, she usually was resting as a magical symbol on Elliott’s arm, but that morning, she seemed to want to feel the air on her face too.

“Are we going somewhere special?” she asked in her own language, sticking her tongue out quickly between words, making it sound like a hissing whisper “Are you going to buy more of those sprinkled donuts?”

Elliott laughed “Maybe later, but first I want to make a little more exercise, and also I have to check those clubs I can join, I want to see if there are all open to l. naturae, as well as accepting of new ideas...” 

“You are always thinking about making life better for others, but what about you?” she asked moving slowing around Elliott’s arm going up to his shoulders “With all those worries and all the stress you have been through... you will be bald in no time” she laughed resting her head over Elliott’s head, though her laugh just sounded like a continuous hissing noise.

“Thanks for that?” Elliott chuckled and kept walking, if he wasn’t fast enough he would probably find a long line of people waiting to join clubs too.

[xcaffeinatedmusicman-blog]

FACE-TO-FACE ⇄ BLAM

The last things Blaine’s memory could formulate were screams, chaos, panic.. And his arms reaching out desperately trying to grab on to Kurt as he was shoved backwards and sent tumbling down the stairs. He remembered the contact he made with the first step, and how the pain screamed in his side as he collided with it - he remembered meeting with the wall halfway down and hearing a spine chilling ‘snap’ from his arm as it hit the corner - he remembered how everything was a blur in his vision because he was falling at such a fast rate. And the last thing he remembered was reaching the very bottom and his head bashing into the concrete at the last step. Then it was lights out. As he stirred out of unconsciousness, all the pain his body had endured came rushing to him all at once. His head was throbbing.. There was a dull ache in his rib cage, where he could practically feel the bruise that was probably pooling there.. And his arm. Oh God. His arm was inflicted with a pain that was nothing like Blaine had ever experienced before. But he knew why. And he wondered how long he had been out. And what the outcome of the storm was. His eyes squinted open and met with the rays of sunlight flooding into the room through the blinds. “Ugh. Shit..” He groaned at the immense pain that was radiating all throughout him. A bit of an uncharacteristic word for him but.. If you were in this much pain? You wouldn’t care what words came out of your mouth. “Kurt?” He looked around the room, trying to find his husband. Realizing.. He was on the floor. In.. A completely unfamiliar house. And Kurt was nowhere to be found. “Wha-” He hesitated, looking around. His tired eyes widening with panic. “What the hell?” He mumbled to himself. There was nothing familiar about this place.. Until his eyes settled on a blonde haired figure a few feet away from himself, also sprawled out on the floor. “..Sam?” Blaine tried to lift himself from the floor with one working arm, taking in a sharp breath through gritted teeth as he slowly crawled towards his friend. “Sam.. Wake up.”