#stabyouth

[hermancarcter-moved]

that’s a negativo on the sundaes, buddy.

"How dare you dangle a sundae before me........ only to take it away. How DARE you deny me my SWEETS?! I have had PATIENCE with you boy, but it has been undeserved and it has just run out."

[ormonds]

@stabyouth​ asked:  “ i’ve got a secret. ”

the  pair  are  long  past  any  taboos  between  them ...  everything  has  been  laid  bare  for  the  other  to  see,  even  if  they’ve  only  been  ‘ official ‘  for  a  few  weeks  now.  that’s  the  thing  about  TWIN FLAMES ;  nothing  feels  secret ;  only  undiscovered .  she  waits  for  his confession,  not  with  bated  breath,  but  an  easy  smile .

“ well ?  don’t  leave  me  hanging , what is it ?? “

[knifewields]

𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓 :   @stabyouth​​

‘   don’t  you  think  that’s  a  little  extreme  ?  i  mean  ,  i’m  willing  to  meet  you  half  way  here  ,  man  !   ’

[voidpill-a]

‘ but if you’re dead set on breaking the nose, a head-butt is the way to go. ’

@stabyouth        |        accepting !!

❝   dunno      ...      knowin'   my   luck   ,      i'd   probably   jus'   break   my   own   nose.      besides   ,      i   haven't   been   in   a   REAL   FIGHT   since   secondary   school      ──────      i   don'   think   i'd   even   know   where   t'   start   ,      now.      you   seem   like   you're   real   good   at   it   ,      though      ;      break   a   lotta   noses   in   your   day   ,      mate   ?   ❞

[deathrazed-aa]

@stabyouth  /  frank  →  dwight :  ❝ you’re not gonna make it. ❞ last of us sentence starters   /   no longer accepting

          𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓   𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍’𝐓   𝐆𝐎   𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄    &    while   it’s   not   the   first   time   he’s   heard   it  【  𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈   𝑜𝒻   𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽  𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁   𝒷𝓊𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈   𝑒𝒸𝒽𝑜   𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃   𝒽𝒾𝓈   𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹  】,    it   doesn’t   cause   Dwight   to   give   up   immediately.    instead,    it   pushes   him       his   teammates   need   him    &    if   he   can   keep   Frank   distracted   long   enough   to   get   at   least   another   generator   done,    then   getting   caught   wouldn’t   be   in   vain.    he   chances   a   glance   over   his   shoulder,    catching   sight   of   the   gleaming   blade    &    the   empty   grin   on   the   white   mask   closing   in    &    Dwight   has   to   think   fast.    frantic   eyes   focus   back   on   the   pallet   ahead,   situated   between   2   large   boulders       𝙷𝙴   𝙲𝙰𝙽   𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴   𝙸𝚃 !

          need   for   survival   outweighs   the   pain   in   his   lungs,    the   ache   in   his   legs,    the   fear   in   his   heart    &    with   a   burst   of   energy   he’s   able   to   make   it   to   the   pallet   in   time   to   stun   Frank.    ❝  i   think   i   did.  ❞    there’s   a   millisecond   where   Dwight   stops       surprised   that   he   actually   did   it   but   he   doesn’t   linger.    if   he’s   learned   one   thing   in   his   rat - race   life   it’s   this :   never   stick   around   if   you’ve   managed   to   one - up   them.

[lethal1989]

@stabyouth​

         Come to Canada, they said. It will be fun! Ontario is the next New York as far as business is concerned. BUT THE PLACE IS A SHITHOLE. Their idea of fine dining is sushi you could get off of any street corner at home without so much as a reservation-and the whore he picked up at the bar took him to some hick town. Ormond is even worse than Ontario. But, he supposes it’s his fault- he really should have known the bitch was a country bumpkin, but he was blinded by her nice dress and french tongue. (French always makes everyone seem more dignified- even whats-her-name). Patrick left her in a snow bank as he called for a car to take him back to his hotel. An hour wait was going to be rough in this weather, at this time of night. The only place he can see open at this hour is a greasy chain gas station being tended to by an equally greasy employee. Patrick hardly acknowledges his welcome as he steps inside, brushing the snow off his coat with his gloves. One of the teens who’d been smoking outside follow him in. He pays him no mind until he realizes the kid follows him into the coffee aisle, too. Patrick glances at him as he pours his coffee. (Folgers, he thinks. Or any other cheap-ass dogshit spitswill that probably only costs 5 cents a cup to produce, but they charge a buck fifty.) “ Do you MIND? ”

[razorwiires]

"hey mandy-" he shakes a bag of green right in front of her nose. he's already got a joint rolled and tucked behind his ear, nearly hidden among a mop of blonde. "you busy?"

She's already made up her mind that she's not going to think about violence for the rest of the night. She's been going cross-eyed staring at the same blueprints for hours on end, trying to get everything to line up just right, trying to get the timing down to the second. She hasn't made any progress on it for a while, and she knows she's not going to until she looks at it with fresh eyes in the morning.

Which leaves her stretched out on the couch, watching a YouTube video on her cellphone, when she's interrupted. Earbuds are yanked out, cord wrapped around her fingers to put away in a pocket; he has her full attention as she sits up with a smile. She can always count on Frank when she's looking for a distraction.

"I've got some time to kill."

[evilwithiin]

@stabyouth requested:  michael (dragging) frank !

He  exists  now,  in  a  consciousness  clouded  by  physical  and  mental  exhaustion.  The  place  to  which  he  was  summoned  draws  energy  from  his  body,  leeching  away  at  strength  and  replacing  it  only  with  the  will  to  do  what  the  place  demands.  Kill.  Extinguish  life.  Michael  had,  before  entering  the  endless  fog,  nearly  never  grown  tired.  The  Shape  possessed  the  time  to  rest.  

Time  is  not  come  by  easily  here.  

The  figure,  on  his  back  registers  the  fire  feet  away,  the  rustlings  of  the  trees  and  leaves  surrounding  him,  but  most  of  all...his  own  breathing.  It  echoes,  colliding  with  his  ears  within  the  confines  of  his  mask.  

Suddenly,  a  touch.  A  sensation  of  pulling.  Something  has  grabbed  the  top  of  the  figure’s  mask.  Again.  

With  only  a  moments  hesitation,  The  Shape  allowing  himself  another  pause  of  peace,  a  hand  grabs  and  finds  what  he  expects  to  find.  A  wrist.  He  sits  up  slowly,  posture  as  unwavering  as  his  grip,  and  turns  to  face  the  disturbance.  

Enough.  

No  pleas,  assistance  from  the  other  creatures  who  aid  this  one,  will  save  the  boy.  

A  violent  tug,  pulling  the  offender  close  as  he  stands  to  his  full  height.  The  figure’s  other  hand  is  free  to  strike,  grabbing  the  boy’s  hair.  Michael  tugs  at  his  scalp,  beginning  to  drag  him  away  from  the  fire  and  into  the  darkness.