#stardustvein

[mysticwrit]

        with winter finally in full effect, it had only been a matter of time before the snow began to fall.  emma had kept an eye on the weather diligently, trying her best to stay ahead of the curve, to keep an eye on any potential blizzards in the future  —  now, finally, her vigilance is paying off.  she’d meant what she said when she’d promised mike that he wouldn’t have to deal with a snowstorm alone.  packing up the softest blanket she owns, a few games, and some packets of hot chocolate, emma makes her way over to mike’s apartment.  fortunately, the snow isn’t falling too hard just yet, but it’s bound to worsen soon.  emma knocks on the door, readjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder as she stomps her boots to get any residual snow off.  “ hey there, handsome, ”  she greets with a smile the second the door is opened.  she wastes no time in stepping inside, pausing to carefully slip out of her boots before turning to press a kiss to his lips.  “ i thought you might like some company.  i bring hot cocoa. ”  she singsongs the last bit, setting her bag down to properly greet oona.

@stardustvein​

[freaksurrounded]

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        to say that kaitlyn has been looking forward to this all evening would be quite the understatement.  it’s strange;  she’s never been the type to become boy crazy, not even close ...  and yet with mike, he seems to linger in her thoughts more often than not.  when she’s not with him, her eyes are always surreptitiously scanning the areas around her, hoping to spot him.  and when she is with him?  her heart hammers relentlessly in her chest, her stomach fluttering with the strength of a dozen butterflies’ wings.  she can’t get enough of him.

        so when he leans down to kiss her, kaitlyn’s already on her toes, lips eagerly meeting his as her palms gently frame his face.  the past few hours have been consumed with thoughts of sneaking off with him somewhere, of wandering hands and frantic kisses, but this one is slow and soft.  there’s no reason to rush anything;  mr. h. is nowhere to be found and the other counselors surely have everything under control.

        that’s when the loud thud suddenly hits the library door, followed by nervous laughter, the bouncing of a ball, and a child scolding one of their companions.  kaitlyn lets out an exasperated sigh as she regretfully pulls away from him.  “ one sec, ”  she whispers, holding a finger up.  and then she’s turning away from him, pulling the door open, and sticking her head out.  “ hey!  if i have to come out there and i see something’s been broken because of any of you, i’ll disqualify all of you from the water balloon competition tomorrow.  got it? ”  there’s a chorus of anxious agreement and then further giggling as the group runs off to undoubtedly get into trouble somewhere else.

        as kaitlyn shuts the door behind her once more and leans against it, she’s shaking her head, a vague smile of amusement present.  “ how much you wanna bet one of the others got them to do that on purpose?  my money’s on dylan. ”

[coffeebookslovegt]

Ninguna estrella puede brillar con el corazón roto.

[tostarsabove]

The templar encampment fell. The fight was brutal and bloody, but Amelia, James, and the others escaped mostly unscathed. Two days after that came a particularly nasty rift that split open above a stream near the farms. James can still hear the jarring screech of the despair demon that might have bested them if not for Solas’ fire to keep the frigid magic at bay. 

Then today was the mercenaries. The crew had been harassing civilians for weeks, terrorizing already desperate refugees. They tracked them to a fortress in the southwest, dispatched the leader when reason clearly wasn’t an option. It was a good fight. Well, good as in difficult. And the physical toll wasn’t even the worst. James would take being slammed to the ground by a shield another dozen times rather than watch Amelia again. Yet almost worse is the idea of not being there during such recklessness. 

After making it back to camp, almost everyone called it an early night, limping and trudging back to their tents to attempt some sort of rest before the next fight. So now firelight bleeds through the canvas of his and Amelia’s tent. He rolls to face her with a mild wince, bruised ribs protesting angrily. “Must you always try to fight everyone at once?”  James’ eyes seek her seriously, almost accusing.

@stardustvein​

[shelbyltds]

twelve  past  the  hour  .   rubber  sole  scrapes  gravel  ,   circular  patterns  traced  upon  loose  ground  .   parking  lot  .   twelve  past  the  scheduled  arrival  of  a  man  known  to  the  community  as  wealthy  ,   a  man  of  power  ;   standing  .   tommy  shelby  is  never  late  .   nor  a  human  spoken  of  with  words  of  admiration  .   striking  is  his  presence  at  a  place  of  meeting  for  the  rich  .   a  place  he  is  unwelcome  .   the  lot  stands  empty  ,   littered  with  cars  driven  by  higher  class  .   nicotine  permeates  air  ,   contrast  to  freshly  mowed  golf  courses  .   a  sharp  inhale  as  he  waits  ,   patience  waning  .

[mobiues]

‘   c’mon,   don’t give me that look—   ’

he gets it.   she’s really not the first to side-eye him when he casually has the god of mischief strolling around,   talking mile a minutes about the behaviour of lokis when the usual procedure is that all variants are pruned immediately after the hearing.   by the timekeepers,   can the god talk.   mobius can’t really remember the last time he’s had a headache like this.  was it when they had to put down wade wilson a few months ago ?   years ?

heck.   only timekeepers know.   anyways—

can a man just get his stale,  tva-issued coffee without the judgement ?   please and thanks.   ‘   ...   he’s not that bad.   mostly.    ’

   @stardustvein  ,   amelia    +    starter call

[fevertaste]

@stardustvein​ / ft taako

HE  DOESN’T  KNOW  HOW  HE  IS  STILL  ON  HIS  FEET.  everything from  the  waist  down  is  screaming.  it’s  a  grievous pain  so  much  worse  than  anything  he  has  before experienced.  continuing  to  stand  feels  like  the  very  broken bones  inside  him  are  splitting open  wider  every  second  he  denies  them  rest,  but  in  the  heat  of  battle  he  has  no  choice.  

as  adventurers,  they  live  drunk  off  the  thrill  of  danger  not  knowing  any  other  way  to  exist. they  drink  it  like  wine,  recklessly  and  indulgent.  he  doesn’t  remember a  time  when  the  danger has  gotten  the  better  of  them,  when  genuine  fear  of  defeat crawled  through  his  veins  overpowering the  sense  of  confidence  and  control  he  wields  so  naturally.  he’s  never  been  hurt  before— not  like  this.  he’s  never  swallowed  down  pain  so  intense  he  sees  black  spots  flickering at  the  edges  of  his  vision.

the  spell  he  flings  is  haphazardly  thrust in  a  haze  of  pain  and  anger, a  powerful  swirling storm  springing  from  the  tip  of  his  umbrastaff.  

his  legs  tremble like  leaves  in  the  wind,  and  the  moment  the  enemy  falls, they  buckle.  his  palms  hit  the  dirt,  hips  twisted like  a  lame  dog.  a  wheeze  scrapes through  his  throat, the  metallic  taste  meshed  with  bile  on  the  back  of  his  tongue  suddenly overwhelming.  he  vomits, blood  splattering  onto  the  ground.

[darkacademia2994]

Moon,Why am I so obsessed with you? The childish curiosity I had when I was five that does moon follows me everywhere there's where it started! Every event of my life is attached with moon and scientific facts that moon's revolution around earth and theories doesn't explain the stardust in my veins. Moon my despair is calling you out again but you're not visible. The Moon is like some people who come and go out of your life. The moon left me too and so will you so don't bother to come back because moon does that and one of you is enough.

Drushti