#okie so

[prismaticpichu]

You can say that Sephiroth gushing over Jenova & being adored as her son was his… final fantasy before death.

…door’s that way?? Aight, I’ll see myself out.

[trysharda]

open    to    :    fems   .

                   the      silence      has      him      uncomfortable      from      the      get-go     ,      a      place      that      should      be      familiar      &      cure      him      of      any      home      sickness     .      it      just      has      him      riddled      with      anxiety     ,      his      key      fitting      seamlessly      in      the      door      being      the      only      reminder      that      this      was      a      place      they      shared     .      that      he      wasn't      an      intruder     .      six      months      had      felt      like      an      eternity     ,      &      even      the      smell      wafting      through      the      foyer      was      unrecognizable     .      he's      surprised      to      see      her      silhouette     ,      bulky      numbers      on      phone      screen      reading      fifteen      minutes      passed      three      o'clock      in      the      morning     .      feels      guilty      that      she      had      stayed      up      waiting      for      him     ...      or      maybe      she      hadn't      slept      at      all      since      he      wasn't      occupying      the      spot      beside      her     .      knows      that's      how      it      felt      for      him     .      the      rolling      of      his      suitcase      is      obnoxious      in      the      otherwise      silent      vicinity     ,      an      awkward      clear      of      his      throat      eliciting      as      he      halts      before      the      sofa      ―      where      fiance      was      sat     .      “      hey     ...      you      didn't      have      to      wait      up      for      me     .      ”      this      was      supposed      to      be      a      joyous      a      moment     ,      he'd      pictured      it      in      his      head      a      thousand      times      over      while      he      was      away     .      instead      it's      heavy     ,      the      weight      of      the      impending      conversation      looming      over      both      of      their      heads     .      kneels      in      front      of      her     ,      suitcase      toppling      over      as      he      shifts     ,      a      palm      moving      to      rest      against      the      cushion      beside      her      frame     .      “      i      know      there's      a      lot      we      need      to      talk      about     .      but     ,      don't      you      want      to      get      some      sleep      ?      nothing      happened      with      that      girl     ,      &      we      can      talk      about      in      how      ever      many      details      you      want      in      the      morning     .      ”

[mxbitters]

good for them. <3

[dropgag]

hm.

[cutiecubie]

..... Lol

[treerie]

@pcplarstreet​ asked:  [ Benny ] “I thought you’d be gone by now?”

morning after | ( ACCEPTING. )

        SHE WONDERS HERSELF WHY SHE HASN’T BUDGED AN INCH, Ramona sits up on the edge of the bed, her foot swinging from side to side. fingers tightly clasping the straps of her heels. She was about to leave when Benny stopped her by piping up; she turned back to him. She hadn’t bothered re-applying makeup, what remained was faded on her face, her hair was unruly, her face worn despite the night they had. She smirks slightly as she turns back to Benny, her fingers running through the locks of her hair, making eye-contact with tired eyes. She is, at first, silent, as if pondering. 

         “You’d... like that, wouldn’t you?” Ramona laughs though despite her words, her laughter wasn’t bitter, she palled around with Benny as if she truly were in good spirits. ( But her eyes betrayed the rest of her exterior. ) It would be easy to leave, Ramona would prefer to leave but instead, she remains. 

         It’s such a shame to have seen such a DIFFERENT side to Benny, a tender, more human side to him that screams to Ramona that he’s a PERSON with needs & wants just like everyone else.  It almost enrages her, to think that this man has brought down his own shield, just this once, to show Ramona the many facets to his personality. 

         How else is she supposed to KILL him? It hurt her, it ACTUALLY hurt her. There was a hammering in her chest where her heart pumps blood. 

“I’ll be out of your hair in a moment...” Her words mumble. 

[carmillasleatherpants]

Family: “Independence (Sort Of)”

6/10 to Family aka The One with Domestic Hollstein Rating: Mature Pairing: Hollstein Word Count: 2355

You can track the tag Carmilla FMIS for updates about the series.

You feel great starting to work again but you aren’t ashamed to admit that:

1.       Yes, you really miss Jamie. And

2.       Yes, you really miss Carmilla.

It’s hard being away from them. And without a set schedule at your job you never know for sure when you’ll get to see them. Especially with Carmilla’s job often keeping her out at odd hours now that she’s starting to take on a more serious case or two. It’s hard sometimes not having her around, you won’t pretend it isn’t. And it sucks because you’d gotten used to always being with Jamie. You were having a hard time staying away from them.

Those first few months, you’d call in every couple hours to check in to the point you’re sure it annoys them. But you couldn’t help but worry. It was what mother’s did.

You don’t usually have long nights. You’re usually home by around six at night, sometimes you have to work on different news packages for different stories, but they never kept you up too late. However Carmilla was never home later than ten. She didn’t have to go in until she wanted to really, but she was gone by nine or ten most days. There was a lot of office work from what you could tell, with her having to put her cases and arguments together with collected evidence.

You’d watched over her shoulder once on a case that wasn’t so big and the somewhat similarities to your jobs had surprised you. Your chosen weren’t much different.

Even with Carmilla gone so much, you still make her dinner and leave it in the oven for her to warm up when she got home. And after she eats, she collapses into bed and cuddles up with you. Depending on how warn out she was would decide how exactly you spent that precious time together.

From what you can tell, your father really seems to enjoy taking care of Jamie. He’d always kept you from harm, so you know you can trust him with watching them after daycare when you can’t pick them up afterwards. You think he’s just lonely at home by himself so you’re glad you can give him some form of company with Jamie.

The woman who runs the daycare, Ms. Row, says Jamie is great at making friends with the other toddlers, even though they’re still just babbling and crawling most of the time, and that they’re a really good kid which makes you incredibly happy.

Jamie’s vocabulary grows from just the occasional “Marm” and “Ma” to things like “Hungy” and “Tire” which is helpful to you. You still get emotional sometimes when Jamie talks because the days when they were still tiny and they’d thrown up on a few of your favorite shirts are still fresh in your mind.

They scribble on paper with crayons and your father gives you their “portraits” when you to pick them up from his house. Jamie would cling to your legs and smile up at you like you’re their sunshine when they saw you now.

And it kind of makes you feel like you are.

Read the rest here.

[blood-red-widow]