#orangesandpears

[bamartstudios]

This Easter Bunny is ready 😉 #deviledeggs #couscoussalad #orangesandpears https://www.instagram.com/p/BwgDGerJpLV/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=qhcibo2m0nfj

[desumasku-blog]

Rule 1: Always post the rules.

Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 10 new ones.

Rule 3: Tag 10 people and link them to the post.

Rule 4: Actually tell them you tagged them. You’ll get the notification with the tagging thing tumblr has.

1. What is your favorite book?- Maximum Ride series.

2. What’s your favorite song right now?- POMPEII

3. What was your favorite movie when you were a child?- Pokemon 2000

4. Where is your favorite place in the world?- Not home.

5. What’s your favorite holiday?- No holiday.. . . .

6. What language are you most interested in learning?- French!

7. You are stranded on a deserted island (for reference, you do not get cell phone service). What is one thing you’d like to have with you?-  a pack of seeds for apple trees haAHA IM MAGIC

8. Who is your favorite actor/actress?- Tom Hiddleston woah

9. If you ship, who is your OTP? (It can be your current obsession or an old fave; whichever works).- SHAKES OVER TONSHIPPING

10. What is your favorite TV show?- Idk I mean Im really into House rn

[avenirbon-archive]

trigger happy i'M SORRY I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF....

Imogen hissed when she felt the cold metal press against her temple. She was expecting this at some point. She wasn’t, however, expecting the person holding the gun to be one of her close friends. 

She flinched when she twisted, turning to face the man she’d gotten drunk with not even a week prior. She wanted to ask why. Wanted to ask what the deal was. Why was he involved with them? Why was he the one to hold the gun to her head? Why did they send him?

But she didn’t ask. She merely stood still, eyes trained on Burgh’s face. The questions burned on the tip of her tongue, making her inhale sharply. Her eyes traveled down to the trigger. His finger was already poised against the black metal, squeezing ever so lightly. 

He was prepared for this. 

But still, the questions burned, burned so badly that they spilled from her lips without thought or order. “Why? Why you? Why now? Why are you involved with them?” 

She knew he would never answer the questions. At least not while she was living. She wondered, briefly, if Cheren would miss her. If Neil would miss her. She had only just begun making friends. She had only just gotten her life in order. 

It had taken a year, but she had done it. 

Unwelcome, the thoughts of her family strayed into her consciousness. She’d be joining them shortly enough, it seemed. 

And then her Pokemon. Her loving, innocent Pokemon. Her eyes strayed back to Burgh’s and she inhaled, intent on asking him to take care of them. To send them somewhere they would be loved. To send them somewhere so they could be taken care of. She had inhaled to ask for one last favour. One last deed. She could forgive him of this if he would just do this one thing for her.

But it was too late. Her sharp inhale had startled Burgh and he had pulled the trigger. Tears slipped from quickly deadening eyes as she slumped over onto the ground. 

Lifeless eyes stared up at Burgh, a burning question etched into her features as she drew her last, ragged, startled breath. 

Why.