#p:td

[undeuxtroiskillshot-a]

@trucdecarte

Swinging like a pendulum, Widowmaker found herself unable to get down. Their mission had gone mostly successful, but, she was stuck, swinging perpetually from the line of her grapple, the body of the person who had tried to apprehend her feet away on the ground. 

They were a knife fighter-- stupid enough to approach her closely, but fast enough to get a deep enough gash in her side. She shot him, but she couldn’t do much else. 

So pressing her comm, she tried to get Maximilien. 

“I need healing. A lot of it.” 

[magmaadminkagari-archived-blog]

💅

💅 to do my muse’s nails.

This was rather relaxing-- Courtney had not realised how she had neglected her nails until Zinnia had scraped all of that dead skin from her cuticles. They were now soft and supple. As she watched Zinnia paint the pale lavender on her nails, Courtney smiled. It was nice to do entertaining yet idle things. “Thank you.... thank you for this. I am having fun, Zinnia.” 

[fckkstyles]

( &. tumbling down * ) harry and isabelle

@isabellemorganjfc

 “Careful -- one of them’s going to come at us with a bat if we make any more noise” With his arms draped around her shoulders from behind, Harry kept his chin rested on the top of her head while suppressing a chuckle as they attempted to move through the now somewhat quiet house without making any sound. Knowing that he shared a room with Ginny, he opted for the last floor. He didn’t even know what to expect of tonight or why they were even still wearing the stupid masks, he just needed to be alone with her for one night. Reaching for the door handle, Harry pulled it down and pushed the door open, placing his hand on the small of the brunette’s back as they made their way in and shut the door behind them. His lips were already burning from the absence of hers, itching to feel her lips and tongue moving against his once again. Stepping towards her, he cupped her face and sealed the space between their lips with another kiss. He’d practically kissed all of the red lipstick off at this point. The feeling of her lips against his obliterated every thought. If any of them knew better, neither of them would be here right now, but he didn’t want to think. He only thought of right now and his desire to keep her this close to him. The dark room almost looked like an etched charcoal painting, barely anything but silhouettes visible. 

 They moved backwards towards the bed, ending up with his body hovering over her petite one. Nothing but the sound of the summer rain pattering against the window and their smacking of their lips against one another was audible in the room. He couldn’t get enough of this girl, not nearly. The way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she kissed him -- even one night wasn’t enough. He’d promised he’d learn her by the end of the night not a few hours ago, but a few hours wouldn’t even begin to cover the very start of this girl. With his heart practically galloping in his chest, he moved his hands upwards, one hand losing itself in her long, brown hair and the other cupping her cheek. Breaking their lips apart for a much needed breath, Harry pulled away and took a good look at her. In the darkness of the room with nothing but the dim moonlight offering the slightest clue of what he was looking at, Harry could barely see anything. He didn’t know he if he wanted to see anything at this point. He wasn’t ready to climb out of the rabbit hole they’d fallen into just yet. Dragging his tongue over his lips as he tried to catch his breath, he reached for the mask she’d been wearing all night and lifted it off her face gently, tossing it away onto the carpeted floor. He pushed the hair away from her face, unable to determine what it was he was looking for, exactly. The little glint in her glossy eyes -- the endless brown eyes he’d been staring into all night, he could still see a hint of that glint. For a moment, just a single moment, Harry knew he was lying to himself. They could pretend all they want tonight, but he knew that only one person he knew had that particular shade of brown in her eyes. The shades he’d spent years secretly memorising growing up. He quickly pushed all thoughts away -- shoving every bit out doubt out of his system. Tearing his own mask off and tossing it aside, Harry gently brushed his thumb against her prominent cheekbone and placed a soft kiss on her cheek before he found her lips in the darkness again, laying them both down on the bed. It was all lips, wandering hands, lips, clouded judgements, and some more lips. 

[whiteboyharding]

teenage dream - shian

Ian: After combing back his hair and realizing it wasn't going to get much better than that, Ian slid on his blazer and grabbed his car keys. It was nearing night-time but it wasn't too dark out, which was perfect because maybe they'd get a nice view of the sunset while out and about on the beach after dinner. He texted Shay that he was on his way and scooped up the bouquet of flowers he had gotten her while doing errands that afternoon. Cheesy, for sure, but Ian wanted to make sure he did their first date right. He felt a little nervous but mostly pumped because finally, it felt like things were moving forward with Shay and that they were heading in a positive direction. His fingers tapped against the steering wheel as he drove, humming along to the radio, before he pulled up to Shay's place and parked. Getting out, Ian smoothed his hair back one more time and then knocked, waiting for Shay to answer the door.

[itskeegsallen-blog]

Therapy Deux | Keegan & Troian

Keegan had been up long before Troian stirred so he was already dressed and showered. Tugging at his long sleeves, he pushed one up to stare at the pink lines littering his left arm. He felt sick to his stomach with shame at what he had done and hurriedly pushed the sleeve back down before Troian could see. 

He had never done anything like that before and he wasn't sure why he had. It was like he was watching himself do it from a distance, trying to call out to him to stop but not being able to hear himself. Well, he knew one thing for sure: He was never doing it again. It was stupid, it was dangerous, and he had felt no relief from it. It just made his pain even worse.

He wanted to talk to Troian about it, he did. But he knew she'd be angry (and rightfully so), and he didn't want to worry her even more. Besides, he was never going to do it again like he said so maybe she didn't have to know. Maybe this was one more skeleton he could shove into the back of his closet.

Making his way downstairs and outside, he couldn't help the smile that came to his face as he saw Troian straddling his bike. "Well don't you look hot," he leaned over to give her a quick peck on the lips and handed her a helmet. "Rule number one - Always wear a helmet. No helmet, no bike."