#moralfound

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𝙾𝙽𝙴         𝙶𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴             ;                    and         he         knew         it         would         be         a         rough         day         to         shake             .                     ᵃ         ᵈᵒᵐᵉˢᵗᶤᶜ         ᵈᶤˢᵗᵘʳᵇᵃᶰᶜᵉ         ᵗᵘʳᶰᵉᵈ         ᵗᵒ         ᵗʷᵒ         ᵒˑᵈ'ˢ             .                    even         he         was         rattled             ,             he         was         just         𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑         at         hiding         it             .                      (         𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜         𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚕𝚢         𝚘𝚗         𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊         𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗         𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎         𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔         𝚒𝚗         𝚝𝚑𝚎         𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍         𝚌𝚊𝚛         )                      he         doesn't         start         it         straight         away             .

                   ❛❛       ᶤᵗ         ᵐᶤᵍʰᵗ         ᶰᵒᵗ         ˢᵉᵉᵐ         ˡᶤᵏᵉ         ᶤᵗ             ,             but         it         gets         easier             .                    responding         to         these         sorta         calls             .      ❜❜

@moralfound​​​

[danviers]

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 ;   𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 .

@moralfound​ asked:   #7 / maggie   ... ❛  07 .   a  kiss  to  say  what  you  can’t  say  aloud .

Bathed in the near complete darkness that enveloped every corner of the apartment, speckled with the first stripes of daylight beginning to peek through the five am cover of dusk, Alex lay dead still, like she’d been trained to in the event that she found herself stepping on a weighted explosive or caught in the sights of a motion sensor.  

There, in the dark, ensnared in the painful realisation that she and Maggie had come to a stalemate, as far as the future they’d each envisioned for their forever together went, she sucked in a breath that she hoped, for the sake of her fiancée, sound asleep beside her, would quell the staggering impulse she had to quietly sob until she couldn’t take the strain, to hold her breath while the first golden glimmer of morning invariably cast Maggie in the kind of aureate glow that almost made her seem unattainable;  To dig her nails into her palms until the blood vessels beneath her skin burst into bruises and the ache that seized her retreated, if only long enough to let her drift in the general vicinity of sleep.

Halting a shudder with her gritted teeth, Alex heaved a laboured breath into the back of the hand she’d clamped across her nose and mouth.  Breathed ---- in, out, in, then out again ---- until the bed beside her dipped with the shift of Maggie’s bearing against her, and she began to stir, oblivious to the sharp, stilted rattle that’d stalled the jolt of Alex’s ribcage while she’d cried late into the night.

Sleep wouldn’t solve the issue of kids.  Sleep wouldn’t diminish the feeling of ice cold trepidation that sank into her aching bones, nor would it stop her world from ending, when the time inevitably came to talk.

Touching Maggie, however, almost seemed to stave off the unavoidable.  Holding her, no matter how much it hurt to envision an increasingly less hypothetical future without her, was almost enough to assure her that the ground beneath her wouldn’t completely shake apart and swallow her whole in a matter of days.  That maybe they’d get through this in one piece.  That maybe love would be enough.  

It was.  It had to be, or else she’d never survive.

Canting her jaw in the direction of the murmur that’d snapped her out of her chilling rumination ---- a slumbersome sigh against her shoulder, a gentle scrape of nails across the lean plane of her stomach where her cotton tee had ridden up, a subdued ‘ babe, you okay? ’ that she couldn’t find the words or the strength to address or refute ----, Alex slowly reached to comb her fingers through the sleep-tousled hair that’d tumbled loose over Maggie’s shoulder, and, with more tenderness than than her own tortured mind could possibly have afforded her, captured the swell of her lower lip between her own.  

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"You are such a puppy." / kim

                 ❛❛       if           platt           or           ruzek           start           calling           me           that              ,              i'm           ᶜᵒᵐᶤᶰᵍ           for           you              .     ❜❜                 and           yet           he           𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖙           𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖊           the           blush           creeping           along           his           neck              .

@moralfound

[danviers]

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 ;   𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 .

@moralfound​ asked:   #14 / maggie   ... ❛  14 .   a  kiss  in  the  shower .

Drenched in the overflow of lavender lather and the rush of scalding water that cascaded over her, a soothing balm for the ache left behind from her morning workout, Alex drew her fingers through Maggie’s soaking wet hair ( up the back of her neck, across strong, defined shoulders exposed to the chill of the air, each touch painstakingly deliberate in its consummation ), and tugged her in beneath the water.    

Pinned against the tile, the heady concoction of rising steam and her fiancée’s mouth on hers and the deluge from the shower nearly smothering her into a state of breathlessness, Alex could only fleetingly thank her lucky stars that neither of them had anywhere else to be.  That for now, she could take her time tracing the outline of every notch of bone and smooth expanse of her lover’s warm, wet skin without interruption.  That, barring some kind of world-ending emergency, the only thing she could even begin to think about was the robust thrum of Maggie’s heart beating against her palm, and the flexing of muscle contracting under her fingers, and Maggie’s hands on her.

[danviers]

' ** PLATONIC / FAMILIAL SENTENCE STARTERS.

@moralfound​ asked:   “  if  you  live  to  be  a  hundred,  i  want  to  live  a  hundred  minus  one  day  so  i  would  never  have  to  live  a  day  without  you.  ” / maggie

“ So... you’re saying that means that I would have to live a day without you. ”  Though Alex’s retort carried a wry note of jest, a deflection laced with the same indefinable, fathomless love mirrored in the honeyed depths of her fiancé’s eyes, she couldn’t ignore the bittersweet pang the thought struck low in her chest.  A world without Maggie in it, even for a second, almost certainly sounded like the closest thing Alex could reasonably liken to Hell on Earth.  She wouldn’t have that.  She couldn’t.  “ I mean... can’t we just die together?  Isn’t that what soulmates do? ”

[headstrongblake]

@moralfound​ asked :13. A kiss when scared ( top of head ) / kiss meme / accepting

           her fevered skin felt cool against the metal table as glossy emerald hues stared at the chip in the paint of the interrogation room. her wrists throbbed already from the metal bracelets slapped around them. what was she supposed to say anymore? no one was listening to her. no one believed her when she explained the best she could about the threatening messages her best friend was receiving. about the man fox swore she was seeing everywhere. without fox’s phone for proof, octavia simply looked like a strung out kid from the WRONG side of the tracks with an unbelievable recount of events that ends with a dead body. fox’s body. octavia’s stomach turned at the mere thought, the images vividly flashing in her mind as she stared ahead silently.

         the officer’s words sounded unkind, unforgiving. speaking about fox as if the brunette hadn’t been a vital part of the youngest blake’s life. oh god. jay. was he worried by now? curfew had definitely come and gone and the officer’s weren’t letting her speak to anyone else. she stayed secluded in the dimly lit room, explaining and repeating herself over and over again. someone had attacked them. drugged them making octavia’s memories hazy at best. but he murdered fox. brutally. the younger girl’s eyes slammed shut, her jaw clenching as the acid in her stomach began to rise. she’s going to jail--- no ones going to fucking believe her and that strikes fear into her very core.

            as octavia eyes reopened, the sound of jay’s voice erupted in the station until him and voight came through the door. whatever she’d been slipped earlier had her mind all jumbled but one of them was asking why she was in cuffs. the other demanding they come off. sad hues shift to jay as he came around to her, a slow breath of relief. he’ll believe her. as soon as the cuffs were off, hands were pulled to herself than quickly wrapped around jay’s shoulders while he pressed a soft kiss to her hair. 

[shefuturae-blog]

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

❛  why  do  you  keep  pushing  me  away ? ❜  petite  frame  lingers  in  doorway, blue  eyes  cast  towards  the  ground.  thick  eyelashes  blinked  back  the  tears  forming,  anger  forming  in  pit  of  her  stomach  for  letting  emotions  cloud  her  thoughts,  she  knew  better  than  to  think  with  the  heart.    ❛  i  want  more  than  anything  to  be  here  for  you, Ry.  I  want  all  the  good  and  the  bad,  don’t  you  see that ? ❜  both  too  young  for  the  scars  they  bore,  for  the  cruelty  the  world  had  dealt  them.  truths  she  had  worked  so  hard  on  keeping  buried  falling  so  freely  from  her  lips,  affection  towards  riley  she  had  tried  so  hard  in  pushing  down  unbottling  it’s self. fear  of  losing  her,  just  like  everyone  else  she  loved  had  held  her  back, but  now  she  refused.  ❛ Riley,  please.  ❜