#soulsinmotion

[theseourbodiesrp]

@soulsinmotion

"House rules, okay? Keep your pants on, I fucking mean it. Between Masterson and Sophie, I see far too much ass around here."

"Two, the kitchen belongs to Rich. Just trust me. And three? Keep your damn pants on."

[compatiissante]

@soulsinmotion​ sent: "Maya, I'm like 95% sure Rich is going to kill me. I didn't even touch his kitchen this time." /from Aaron v; house of happiness

". . .”  silence for a long moment as she sips from her lemonade, a single brow arching at his words all the while. eventually, the glass settles upon the counter before her, her hands gently clasping beneath her chin.

      “how tragic. alexa, play instrumental tiny violins.”

[alexgarantart]

“She Says” / oil on canvas for @thinkspace_art upcoming group show "Mother Earth: We Are All One” which will take place from June 27 – July 18. From @thinkspace_art : “We’re proud to share that our family of creatives are coming together for a very special group show, that will help shine a light on topics currently at the forefront of everyone’s thoughts. Mother Earth: We Are All One will bring together 63 artists, all of whom have been asked to work within the same space confines of 12×12 inches (30×30 cm) and to take into consideration the general state of our Mother Earth and how much we have scarred her for our own gain and how many species of animals have gone extinct due to our constant advancement and taking over of lands near and far. We’ve asked them all to also consider how the current pandemic has so clearly illustrated that we are all in this together, and when we work together as one, anything is possible. To single out any one person due to their race, religion or sexual orientation is an archaic way of thinking that needs to be abolished. Fundamentalist extremism has been rearing its ugly head all around the world over the last couple years, and it needs to be stopped. A portion of the proceeds from this special exhibition will be donated to the NAACP Legal Defense Fund to help fight systemic racism. A portion will also be donated to our longtime partners at Born Free USA to help them in their goals of ensuring that all wild animals, whether living in captivity or in the wild, are treated with compassion and respect and are able to live their lives according to their needs.” #thinkspacegallery #thinkspacefamily #motherearth #theenvironment #artforchange #collectingart #soulsinmotion #popsurrealism #naacplegaldefensefund #fightthegoodfight #extinctionrebellion #protest #weareallone (at Thinkspace Projects) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBy_iZRjkMt/?igshid=i92w6w2vv2ew

[thatslayer]

@soulsinmotion

         "Dude, don't take this the wrong way, but," she's flexing her fingers, stretching them, like she hit him decently hard. Hard enough to cramp the knuckles, "If you're gonna cry your ass off every time I bruise your delicate baby skin?"

"It's gonna be a long night."

[soulbranded]

@soulsinmotion

Honestly, she’d expected more chaos. With SHIELD down, and the Council clinging to what power it had after being exposed, Rachel had anticipated a full-on, Mad Max-style apocalypse. Supes and extra-humans running wild. Villains as far as the eye could see. But things were actually rather... calm. Thanks maybe to the Avengers, to knowing they were there. It was a pretty good deterrent, she supposed. This was what she thought about as she ran, her breath coming out evenly as her legs took smooth strides up the mountain trailside. She thought about the vulnerable state the world. She thought about her place in it. Christ, she hated it. Running was supposed to be her sanctuary. The place she went when she wanted the world to disappear. Now the world was catching up and it made her want to scream. 

She rounded a corner and leaned back as she took the steep curve downward. Her cabin was just ahead on the right. A sharp black sports car sat in the driveway. Even without her proclivities toward the four-wheeled, she’d know that car anywhere. 

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” she said after she slowed to a walk at the end of her drive. The other redhead sat on the steps of her porch. “Didn’t you get the memo? Council’s kaput as well.” 

[theseourbodiesrp]

@soulsinmotion cont from x

"What, you don't agree? You think I am middle kill material?!"

"Well, you're fucking wrong."

[theseourbodiesrp]

@soulsinmotion cont from x

'Yes. To get it out of the way, for the good of the rest of the house."

"So. Banging, not banging? Either way is good for me, I just need to know how to proceed."

[soulbranded]

@soulsinmotion (continued from here)

"Crunchy, obviously, and -- hey!" And she was eating it already. Alec rolled his eyes and sat back. /"And,/ it's not like we have cooks in this place. Some of us make our own peanut butter sandwiches." Maybe if he distracted her with enough surliness and sarcasm, she'd forget about her question. Like throwing a ball in the opposite direction.

“There isn’t a taco rune? That’s what you should create. Instant tacos.” She licked the remaining peanut butter off her fingertip and grinned. She thought she was frigging hilarious. But something was off. Alec was his normal bright and cheery self--by which she meant Grumpface McGee--acting annoyed with her as per usual, but it was almost too practiced. Her smile faded and she took her boots off the table.

“Seriously, you okay? You seem like you’ve got something on your mind.” Although he could just be mad because his shirt was wrinkled, or his coffee had gone cold. Alec wasn’t exactly what you’d call jovial.