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[corsetslaced-moved]

@thxgrxmrexpxr -> continued from [here]

Aislin’s hand and wrist went limp in his grasp, letting him remove her touch from his form, a distressed expression crossing her features when she heard what her actions made him feel like. “That was not my intention, I was admiring what the human body can take, as scars are proof we’ve survived something - be it ourselves or another,” she responded, hoping he’d understand where she was coming from even if he didn’t necessarily agree with Aislin.

“I’d never intentionally treat you or anyone else like an ‘animal’,” she added, though she adored animals and arguably would be more gentle and kind with them than other humans. “I apologize.”

[violantdesires]

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Jack frowned, "Well now you're just being patronising.." he pointed out, "No one likes that.". Though he did laugh a little, "If Bella was keeping a swear jar for me all these years, I assure you, she'd have a better net worth than the Cullens by now." he shook his head.

@psychicsalvatore

[omnipotenceisoverrated]

🌙 [ UDYATI ] meme continuation | @dvarapala

a rueful laugh escapes her lips. "yeah, good luck with trying to unsee---" she gestures in the direction of what was once a monster, but is now a pile of ashes. "---all of that." they keep popping up, she says with a sigh and a shrug, when no one expects them to. and it's always a pain in her hiney, specifically!

He glanced around, no one else seemed to be reacting the way he was. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t see monsters as that he didn’t see them go out, well, like that. What was that? A combination of burning and melting? He was also not all that accustomed to the general population just being... used to it, “Does this sort of thing happen a lot around here?” he asked, gesturing around slightly.

[thefamedhunter]

▶;; { mysticalties - thiel }

the archangel smiled.    “   oh, dean. i have all the leverage i need .. i have you.   „  her smile widened, spilling over to show teeth, barely able to contain her glee over the situation. dean was trapped with her and once sawyer knew, she would come running. it was just too perfect. 

           ❝ ————— Oh yeah?     an' what makes you (( THINK )) I came        in H E R E without a plan t' get out. ❞

      { he hadn't—— there was that, but he wasn't going to     admit that. He'd winged it and he was majorly regretting       it. He couldn't help but be distinctly aware, there were    more outcomes here than Thiel even knew and Dean was      not happy about either of them. Of course she was right,         if Sawyer knew he was here, she'd come after them         and Thiel would do god know's what, Sawyer would    probably get killed and he'd never forgive himself for being                     the reckless moron who caused it. }

      { however—— he also had a hunch his 'close friendship'     with Leda could come into play here too. After all, he'd seen        him hold off Lucifer for a while during the apocalypse, he         had a feeling the nephilim would have even less qualms       against running into this situation, deep down Dean knew                                  Leda cared that much. }

       { Then there was Sammy, he was just as likely to run into        this as Sawyer was, there was no way he'd just let this go.    Dean couldn't help but allow all of these possibilities to muddle        their way around his mind, what if he'd gotten one or all of    them killed? He'd wanted to get Thiel and for some reason he'd            managed to be dumb enough to end up in her trap. }

@mysticalties​

[chamberofmuses]

🌙 [ TONKS ]

                      “Well that’s because night moves are usually done under the influence of alcohol… it’s the same in the eye of a sober person.” At least.. that’s what her hungover thinking told her..  “Now shhh—” The pink haired wish pressed the cool cloth over her eyes, “Remind me again why I agreed to go out with you???”

              ❝ —— Too true, but hey don't look at me, I               don't get why they work at NIGHT or on               drunk people. ❞

      [ She looked down in P I T Y at her hungover friend,       feeling the all-encompassing headache of her own       badly as she made her morning coffee, she turned       around with a snort which gave her a  SHARP  pain       in her HEAD that she felt like her  soul  probably felt       too. ]

              ❝ I don't  know  right  now,  I  really  don't.  It               seemed  like  a   fun idea   while  we  were               THERE. Well it did to me  anyway.  You want               a coffee, by the way? Or tea? I'm hoping it               shifts this headache a bit. ❞

@vibrantlxve​

[thatsmrfantastic-archived]

meme cont’d --- @fasciinating​

He attended the officer’s social every year. It had become something of a tradition when his best friend, the then young Private Benjamin Grimm had got his Captain’s Starfleet badge. A proud day all around but he’d been eager to introduce Reed to his seniors and well, one thing had lead to another. In years to come after getting his doctorate he still lectured seasonally and the academy contributed to funding his research. He didn’t truly mind rubbing elbows for work, it was just hard to come by another person that genuinely understood his research and didn’t just bob their head and nod for the sake of it. 

Tired of the one sided conversations, he gazes into an empty scotch glass and sets it down with a black card, nearly ready to pay tab and leave when line of sight entangles with another familiar’s. Lips tugging into a side smile before he can even realize his own trail of thought. 

Spock. 

Fingers faintly curl into loosening fist leaning against bar top , and brows rise at the approach. The inconsequential yet humorous failure of his initial flirtation , gauging the Vulcan’s reply with something of what could be described as a smile, save for the fact it felt as if it conveyed much more, blossoming on an easy, gentle purse and withdraw of sincere impression. 

“ Gladly. ” Maturity and time reflectively crinkle around and reach his eyes in time with a touch of earlier elation. 

“ --- that’s .... ” a deep albeit conscientious chuckle interjects mid monologue, as if tickled by the touch of words stayed on his tongue. 

                   “ .... a tender offer I will accept. I’d meant to ask a like inquiry of you but the time was never appropriate between our practices. ” 

[daryldix0narchived]

Daryl leans against the doorframe watching Paul.  He know’s he’s hurting.  That shoulder’s gonna take a long while before it’s back to where it was before.  If it’s ever fully the same.  God knows he has plenty of pains in places he didn’t before this.  Especially when it rains.  But he gets on just fine with them and so will Paul.  It’s not the physical that he’s worried about anyway.  The physical always heals long before the brain catches up.   And that’s what’s got him biting against the inside of his lip, squinting his eyes and staring at the back of Paul’s head like he was reading instructions on how to fix things.

Silence is broken by stating the obvious.  He holds up a medical kit, frowning when he sees the sadness in bewildered eyes.  Paul’s question has him dropping his gaze downwards.  “Don’t know but that’s how it works now.  Things are always changing.  Sooner or later?  We’ll get it figured out.  Settled down.  Just?  Now isn’t the time.”  Sooner or later they’d run out of random people nearby they had to kill.  Right?   He sets the supplies down on the nightstand on the way over.  Once he gets there, his arm reaches out for Paul to take.  “Come on.  Let’s get you over there.  S’a lot easier that way.  Got a feeling it hurts less, too.  So..don’t be stubborn.”

@leaderofhilltop ; continued from here.

[daryldix0narchived]

Daryl chose the floor to sit on instead of the perfectly good seat behind him.  His shins rest against the lip of the table Paul’s feet are propped up on.  Feet crossed at their ankles and his wrists rest between bent knees.  He lost track of just how long they’ve been talking like this.  Was everyone else but the two of them asleep?  Daryl doesn’t mind the quiet, or being alone (so he liked to tell himself most of the time), but the company?  Seems like he's enjoying that more.  The longer they speak?  The more his huffs and sidelong looks, nods and tucks of his chin towards his collar evolve into actual conversation.  

Silence?  “Good answer.  What keeps me up at night?”  Daryl shifts one hand up and cocks his elbow against his knee instead rubbing his palm across his mouth as he shakes his head, gaze locked in the direction of the dimly lit fire that’s still managing to dance in the fireplace.  “Not knowin’.  I guess.  Yeah.  Not knowin’.  What’s out there.  What’s comin’.  What it’s gonna be like a month from now.  Hell.  Sometimes a week from now.  Day even.  Guess that’s the worst.  Cause sooner or later your mind starts filling in the blanks, you know?”

@leaderofhilltop​ ; continued from here.