#random verse

[thatsneakymedic]

“Oh you’re quite tempting.”

“Heh, really? Because so far from my observation of you, it doesn’t take much for you to get frisky. Forgive me if I unintentionally got you bothered somehow. I guess I should be careful with how I behave around you.”  He makes a coy grin as he puts on his glasses after cleaning them for a bit. 

[retour]

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[whatitmeanstoexist-blog]

Random Verse (I)

Is it truly too late to save the requiem of a thousand drops? To become indulged in a meaningful meaning that only you and I can feel? We engulf our memories, sing a lullaby in the rain, self-talk ourselves on our very existence, but do we know how to refuge into our existence? To become something unbeknownst and free from the shackles of who we are? To free yourself, is to begin again.

[dandelionsandstardust]

"Can I help you?"

Don’t stray far.Give me just a few moments and we’ll be on our way.Then we can go and introduce you properly.

Oh, but she didn’t wait.  Maybe she should have.  But she didn’t.  Gripping two boxes of chocolate frogs so tightly in her hand (don’t worry, there was nothing in them though to the naked eye?  it might be hard to tell) that the boxes were crumpled and wrinkled.  Her freckled, pale skin bleeding out the color to ivory in her knuckles and tendons.  Veins puffed out from the adrenaline rushing through her veins.  A natural, unpreventable reaction she hadn’t quite predicted would hit her so hard when she strayed far and forgot to wait a few moments.  

Around her, children gasped and cheered at the vast array of candy and toys.  Gadgets and games she had no real idea of how they worked.  Most like the rest of the world the young woman had walked into at her mother’s side.  She was old enough to be in her fourth year from the school she knew they all attended.  Yet never set foot inside it.  It was why they were here.  To work things out.  A decision her mother didn’t take lightly but there was something going on she was told she wouldn’t understand. But promised she’d be made to at the end of this.  What kept her up at night?  Was the promise that there was someone here she would meet.  Someone who was ingrained in her DNA.  Blood to blood.  Bone to bone.  Soul sliver to soul sliver.

And he was right there.  Close enough to touch.  Waiting for her to answer a simple question.

If only it were that simple to do.  Open her mouth and say something.  Anything.  Other than the silence and the echo of cardboard crunching even worse in her palms.  His face was inside the container.  Laughing and waving like an idiot who just won the world.  The same stupid laugh she had when she truly lost it.  Not the one that was so much like her mothers when she was holding in and letting out silent chuckles and rolls of her eyes.  He had to be her age then.  Judging by the picture that moved and took her breath away the second she saw it happen for the first time.  All around her was a world she was clueless about.  And her key to it?  The top part?  She was outside talking to a woman she didn’t know.  

The second half?  She couldn’t even make something up.  Her lips wobbled, some sort of noise came out and all he wanted to know was how he could help her.  Tears welled up in her eyes and in spite of all the want to propel herself forward and wrap her arms around him and never let go?  She did the opposite.  About facing and darting out of the store so fast that she forgot what was in her other hand.  Her lie.  Her reason for approaching the counter.  A Fred Weasley’s Basic Blaze box because they were the first thing she saw that didn’t have a flock of blushing, high voiced girls fawning over the products of like the obnoxiously pink display she skirted around to get there.  Speaking of skirting around? Out the door she went!  Shoplifter Maddie, tongue tied and clueless as the door bounced off it’s hinges in her wake.

[marthashlyn]

Isaiah 41:10 Don’t worry—I am with you. Don’t be afraid—I am your God. I will make you strong and help you. I will support you with my right

Don’t worry—I am with you. Don’t be afraid—I am your God. I will make you strong and help you. I will support you with my right hand that br

[ofdamages-arc]

@elenaloveablekotsala​

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

[coco-writes]

Skimmorse + sleeping

Jemma isn’t sleeping. She is in bed, in her usual spot at the center, eyes closed, but she isn’t asleep. She can’t. There is worry and longing balled up together in her stomach and apart from herself the bed is empty. 

But the biochemist does need her rest if she is going to be of use to anyone. 

Daisy never needs as much sleep. In fact just that moment while Jemma was curled up hoping to get some shut eye Daisy was in the other room, relentlessly tapping away at her laptop, being useful. 

Bobbi was gone again, another mission. How was Jemma expected to sleep when Bobbi was out trapped somewhere outside of communication? How was she supposed to relax when they had no idea where Bobbi even was? 

Daisy had held her close earlier, urged her to make herself some tea and get some sleep in the few lapsed moments of downtime she had while her computer screen displayed a number of scrolling numbers and letters then seemed to reboot itself. Actually taking her advice however was proving more difficult than it sounded. 

Jemma hadn’t known how long she’d lay there with her eyes closed but eventually she must have drifted because suddenly she felt herself waking. Her mind cloudy with unsatisfactory sleep and lagging behind. 

She felt herself be physically pulled forward, wrapped in a set of arms. Her immediate thought was Daisy and Jemma welcomed her warmly, pressing her face closer, curling her body inward against the other’s. Then the bed dipped behind her and Daisy’s voice settled down into her lazy thoughts. 

Jemma opened her eyes to find blonde hair and the distinct sweet and calming smell of Bobbi hit her like a freight train. Her arms squeezed as well as she could around the taller woman and Bobbi made a soft humming sound at her in response; then with a scratchy and sleep ridden voice seemed to answer Daisy’s question. 

“Just get in here.” Bobbi had said and Jemma, still with her eyes closed, gripping Bobbi around her middle, couldn’t agree more. 

They all slept in for far longer than Jemma felt comfortable admitting but she couldn’t deny enjoying every second packed into the crowded bed with the women she loved. 

[nacholame]

10/14/2015

I make sure your voice is the last thing I hear In my ears, sounds like music that'll make me conquer fears My dearest love, so beautiful and pure And I'm ever so sure my heart's irrevocably yours See I've tried to walk away Tried to forget that you existed But if you didn't exist then part of me would go missing I guess I'm the definition of a real friend because I plan to be around until one of us ends