#liftedrelics

[worthystill]

“Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you, but… I didn’t want to move.” - Maggie // @liftedrelics

When she stirs, he won't admit that he'd been nearly half asleep himself. Thor had sat there so long with her leaning on him that his arm was also on its way to falling off. Hell, he wouldn't have it any other way. Finally, she was able to get some kind of rest even if it might mean that her neck will surely pay for it later with how she conked out on him. He smiles as he leans his head back against the couch. "Wasn't going anywhere anyway." Maybe he's hinting at the fact that she still doesn't have to by how he props his feet up on the table in front of him and slouches back into the couch a little more. "I think we could all use a little more rest once and awhile."

slow burn sparks and quiet heart fire.

[occultologist]

spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.

@liftedrelics ASKED: 🎁 - for Evie

RUPERT'S JOURNEY back to england had been something of a self - exile , feeling anything he had to offer buffy was only harming her . he had intended to be alone , self - reflect . . . . mope .

what he hadn't expected , however , was meeting EVIE . he extra especially did not expect meeting her to lead him to an archaeological dig in the jungles of costa rica , a perfect mix of the historical and the supernatural .

he sits with her now , quiet and contemplative as they eat their lunch . ❝ the past keeps haunting the future , i imagine , ❞ he muses , and something in his voice implies he's not just talking about the artifact they're chasing .

identity - grandson

[markedwrath]

"You got somethin' on your cheek." - Sharky @ Laurel @liftedrelics

She goes to slap his hand away, dropping the spoon covered in brownie batter back into the bowl at the same time. The contents are too thick to splash, but some manages to splatter, both on Laurel's tank top and Sharky's hoodie. "Damn, Boshaw." Two words, spoken with twice the number of syllables required. "I found a betty box of brownies in the basement at the Spread Eagle. Casey told me to grab them since they were almost outta date."

Laurel's house - now a camper behind the burnt husk of her previous home - smells much better than Sharky's. She's told him that, too, a few times. It's better to hang at her place - and besides, it's next to the bar! Her tongue stretches to try and get the batter off her cheek. "Can't even get decent edible in town with the Seed's rolling in. Those fucking guys.."

[bak3rs]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> THERE'S A SHAKY .. breath that escapes her - as she shifts to pull one leg underneath her on the couch. a soft smile crosses her lips - as she looks up at clark. shoulders hunch forward. ❝ i know. ❞ she mumbles. brows furrowing low over her eyes. ❝ i know. ❞ she repeated. slender arms cross over her chest , hugging herself a little tighter. ❝ i just have really shitty dreams sometimes. ❞

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> @liftedrelics 🏝️ asked ​ ❝ you're safe with me. ❞

[drkroots]

@liftedrelics said: “And I thought we were going to be friends.” - Spike @ Blaez

          bg3 companion banter sentence starters

               As hard as she was playing the human game that she'd had forced into her head for as long as she could conceive of such a thing... there was no denying that the scent of vampire sent chills up her spine and her pretending to think he was human was becoming increasingly difficult. But, after throat was cleared, direct eye contact was made and brave face was put on.

"So you talk to teenagers in dives often or are you feeling particularly creepy tonight?"

[hargrove]

"YOU are someone who SHOULDN'T be letting their intrusive thoughts win." - Steve

[anthologicals]

💬 + Ash sometimes attaches dildo's to his arm instead of guns and puppets and dances like that dude from silence of the lambs in the mirror.

Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.

❝   okay-  first  off,  that  was  only cause  a  lady  friend  left  her  unmentionables  at  my  place.  and  second,  that   happened  once,  when  the  movie  came  out.  might've  been  a  little  high  like  i  am  right  now,  but  that's  not  the  point–  the  point  is  .  .  .  it's  true.  yeah  i  did  that.  so  what-  it's  a  free  country.  freedom  of  expression  and  all  that the  pc  kids  are saying  these  days.      ❞

[notthedyingtype--archive]

@liftedrelics // rick met segen: ""You don't say much, do you?" // meme: first meetings

single hand plucks at stray fabrics in her aging sling -- grime coated and fraying as the days go on, the tear just above where left arm lies tied in close to chest, having modified the original loose one after leaving the cdc compound in north carolina, an obvious sign to the necessity of needing a new one. hazel hues rimmed with a grey line flit up to find the owner of the voice as the crackling silence of the fire is broken.

what was there to say? brows bunch together for a tenth of a second before shoulders lift in a noncommittal shrug. the soldier is slow to chew on the inner lining of her lower lip, eyes drifting back to the campfire in front of them, chewing her words together before even contemplating how to parse them into spoken form.

"english..." a deep breath is drawn in to steady those thoughts, years of training to speak clearly "english is not first language. hebrew is mother tongue."

segen was simply a soldier following orders when they crossed paths in that empty mall.