#splatteredfingers

[flyingfiinn]

@splatteredfingers​ sent: ❛  this  won’t  last  forever .   nothing  ever  lasts  forever .  ❜

“Yeah. It will stop when I fucking die.” Alex is not in the best of moods today, to put it politely. Getting back home is a great achievement, considering the fact that three months ago everyone was convinced he wasn’t going to make it, but Alex isn’t just content with being home. There’s no way he’s making it back to race for this season, and that really pisses him off. Against his doctors’ advice, he’s ventured out, and even making it down the stairs has caused him an unbelievable amount of pain. Alex leans against the wall, teeth gritted in agony. “I asking myself all the time, what’s the point that I lived, but I’m like this. Like---” He shrugs his shoulders, trying to find the words. “Broken.”

[asilverjackal]

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–MINI MOODBOARDS. // ACCEPTING. // @splatteredfingers

Like many men, Salvatore was fixated at the idea of having a son. He loved his daughters, of course, but the things he could do with a son were not things he could do with either Cassandra or Bianca. Surely there’s irony in the matter of him finally having a son - one he sees a lot of himself in, only to be aware, very aware, that the young man before him doesn’t truly acknowledge their shared blood.

[andinked]

@splatteredfingers

Saturday night after closing was an evening of cleaning and making sure everything was set. While it was standard procedure after closing for Andrew to clean, he was doing so much more thoroughly for the visitor he would be having the next day. He told Wyatt and Naomi as well, making sure the two had their stations up to extreme levels of clean, and made sure Laura would have the front clean to help Andrew out (God bless her soul.)

Even his parents were in on it, and supported his decision and gave their input which came down to “it’s your shop, your eye.”

By the following morning everything was cleaned to the best of the crew’s abilities and Andrew was in the shop by eleven o’clock. He picked up breakfast before hand and decided to do a final look over before settling down and turning on the TV to the rerun of Iron Man 3 that he had seen five times before. Fork in hand and his phone on the couch, Andrew settled down to enjoy the next projected half hour before he would have his guest.

[mahkittens]

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Silas beams proudly, half a junior cheeseburger tucked into his cheek as he pauses chewing. He’s thrilled to make Dax laugh. It gives him a smug sense of victory to see the man’s face, dark as it is, contort with amusement. It hardly lasts--it never does--but the southerner is satisfied enough. He chuckles himself between bites of his meager dinner. He quickly devours the remainder of his sandwich, then scoops up a fistful of cold, soggy fries. It’s the first time he’s had an appetite in days, and they are utterly delicious.

“Yer welcome.”

Cobb claps his hands together, clearing salt and grease from his palms. They place themselves to Dax’s chest, then slip up to the man’s broad shoulders. They rest there as Silas crawls and helps himself to a seat on Dax’s lap. His lips place next to the hollow of the other’s neck. Silas peppers it with teasing kisses, soothing chilled skin with warm, peeling lips.

“Want me tuh’ kiss you better?” 

[dadjokescoffee]

he’s a little early for his appointment at the knot standard. but ben knows the owner; he’s been a loyal customer over the years, and knows it wouldn’t do much harm. as he enters the store, the plush emerald green carpet greets his feet and the bustle of nyc is suddenly blocked out. a slender man with a tape measure around his shoulders comes out to greet him almost immediately, a warm smile on his face. 

          “ah, mr. callahan! wonderful to see you again! i’m with another client at the moment, but we’re to finish up shortly. would you like something to drink while you wait?”

          “no, that’s alright, jack, thanks. mind if i watch your mastery at work?” a grin from both men as they enter the side fitting room where there is a young man standing on the small podium - one of jack’s assistants at work.

ben takes his suit jacket off, hanging it neatly on the back of the chair as he gives the young man a warm grin, crossing his arms as he watches jack go back to work. 

it’s an odd sort of...connection. getting a custom suit, and all at once, strangers or not, you’re in a unique sort of club.

          “first time here?” he asks, nodding at the man. “hey, jack, you might want to shorten his right sleeve there.” glances back over at the man, “jack here - he does great work. you’ll want to come back and then realize that the man is getting a big chunk of your paycheck.” an amused laugh from all of them as ben grins. “ --...but, you come back anyways.”

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[traumeriin]

@splatteredfingers 

      “Don’t laugh at me, you have to promise!” After giving her warning Rosemary steps out in her peach fruit costume, appearing incredibly embarrassed. “I can’t believe we have to do this for work! Whoever picked fruit costumes for the kindergarten teachers is a monster.”

[sketchedlives-blog]

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      “Dude, did you see Simple Plan on TRL?” Placing the dark disc into the case it belongs, Ben asks this. There is no point in making conversation with the customer but, it is not in Ben’s nature to stay casually silent if something relevant comes to mind. “They sung a little bit of B.Y.O.B. which was like...so weird to me. Because they’re like, a band I associate with little kids, y’know? It’s like, wow. You guys can sing some heavy, big boy stuff? I mean...you guys know about heavy, big boy stuff??” 

[traumeriinmoved]

@splatteredfingers​

  ❝Oh no, I don’t really watch these kinds of movies but I’m still excited.❞ Rosemary is the first to admit that she is a complete weenie when it comes to horror films. However, she really wanted to watch a movie with him and she thinks something scary will give them plenty of cuddle opportunities. ❝Do you like scary movies Dax?❞