#stiiney

[donutdollie]

@stiiney​ asked:          ‘ all i want is to be soft & gentle, but i’m made out of steel & anger. maybe in another life, i guess. ’ [ 8) ]

𝙰  𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝙴  𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳  𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝙴𝚁,  𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂  his  shirt  until  her  arm  loosely  wound  about  him.           "  Ya  know,  you  forget,  Michael...     I  know  exactly  what  you’re  made  of,  and  it’s  not  steel  and  anger.  "          The  lilt  in  her  voice  grew  noticeable,  but  the  note  of  seriousness  endured.      War  morphed  men  into  different  creatures,  but  she  cannot  allow  him  to  believe  that  is  all  that  he  was  built  from.      How  much  better  she  knew  him  than  a  simply  a  product  of  the  military,  no  matter  how  greatly  his  service  affected  him.

"  You’re  made  of  hockey  on  the  lake,  stupid  pranks,  an  inability  to  mind  your  own  business  when  you  think  someone  is  wrong,  and  love  for  everyone  you  care  about.  "           A  subdued  but  sweet  smile  spread  over  her  features,  brightening  sky  blue  eyes  with  a  subtle  amusement  she  strove  to  contain  for  his  sake.           "  You’re  surprises  and  snowball  fights  and  games  of  tag.     Perhaps  some  of  that  is  steel,  but  most?     No,  you’ve  always  been  made  up  at  least  as  much  of...  "         Trailing  off  in  search  of  something  appropriate,  she  lit  upon  with  the  softest  huff  of  a  laugh.

"  ...Snowbanks  and  laughter.  "

[twilightttv-a]

[ text ] What do you call an alligator in a vest? An... investigator... 😁

He reaches for the stolen phone as it buzzes. He can’t help but grin as the corny joke. Those are the best kind! Now he’s gotta send one back 

[ text Stinley ] What is a skeleton’s favorite instrument? A trombone!! 💀🎺

[easysnewnurse]

✯ for an early morning text !

@stiiney/ text starters - always accepting 

(✉ →Stiney) I know it’s early but how do you feel about going hiking ? 

(✉ →Stiney) Well it’s more of a run but it’s up hill and on a hiking trail so I’m gonna call it hiking 

(✉ →Stiney) I’ll even throw in brunch after to sweeten the deal since we’ll miss the sunrise

[sempersurviving-blog]

lowkey leaves around some of the highest-quality dog treats ever because stiney loves dogs and semper is a very good boy! [ 8) ]

the treats before him are unexpected, as is any food, bold doe gaze rising with his muscular head as he looked around. suspicious, he waited  -                    was this a trap ?

     naive humans, he’s no average stray but a warrior with a trained sense of smell. he’s dealt with lying men before - he knows the scent of bullshit. the treats ? they didn’t smell of it. in fact, they smelt different to what he remembered. was it  -  more meat ? either way, his stomach yearned for attention and today seemed to be its lucky day. 

    without sparing another moment, he gulped the treats down. 

              they barely touched the sides !!

nonetheless, the human’s small act will assist this war hero with surviving another day. it does not go unappreciated or to waste. 

[donutdollie]

@stiiney  asked:    [ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .  (reverse)

Somehow,  it’d  worked  out.     Who  knows  how  his  parents  and  her  actually  managed  to  convince  the  government  that  she  was  indeed  Michael’s  girlfriend,  but  they  had.     And  the  moment  she’d  been  given  the  green  light,  before  his  plane  even  arrived  in  Germany,  she  was  in  her  car,  driving  toward  Landstuhl.     What  a  bunch  of  wonderful  coincidences  there  were  in  this,  as  terrible  a  situation  as  it  was.    Their  being  close  enough  friends,  childhood  friends,  for  her  to  know  his  parents,  let  alone  that  she  was  on  a  research  trip  to  Germany  from  Oxford  when  it  happened.     All  she  had  to  do  to  reach  him  is  drive  for four  hours,  that’s  all.     

She  didn’t  think  about  the  why’s,  not  wanting  to  be  more  upset  for  mulling  over  it  all,  on  the  drive.   Or  while  she  waited  to  be  allowed  to  see  him,  nervously  tapping  her  foot  in  the  waiting  room,  feeling  all  the  world  like  a  fraud.     Even  if  otherwise  he’d  be  here  alone  for  a  week...

But  the  reality  smacked  her  and  the  shame  faded  when  she  finally  sat  by  his  bedside,  looking  over  him  with  wide  blue  eyes,  noting  every  bandage  and  bruise.     And  when  he  began  to  cry,  she  couldn’t  help  but  half  stand  up,  hastily  snatching  a  kleenex,  and  try  to  wipe  his  tears  away.        ❝  Are  you  in  pain?    Should  I  call  a  nurse?  ❞         Her  tone  practically  frantic  for  all  she  tried  to  do  to  keep  calm  for  him,  her  heart  twisted  apart  in  her  chest,  feeling  so  helpless.

[sailorvinusmoved]

✨ @stiiney​ 🌙 meme. still accepting! ✨

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: 👍sir cheekbonezzzzz. - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: tom misch / ❝it runs through me.❞ - my muse’s last text to your muse: lmao im so schwasted i mad e a hotpcket sandwich by microwavin hotpocket n puttin it between ho t pockets. come try it. likee i kno hotpockets r godless but i had moment of wea kness

[escapedartgeek]

stiiney said:  “ well, that’s life. y’ know, it’s not always great. ” 

Zora gives a slight nod in acknowledgement. “..Yeah. It’s often a matter of trying to make a way despite life not being.. great often, or even regularly.“ They had seen too many ways that one’s intentions in life were pushed awry by so many circumstances. Or that the incidents of someone’s past can continue to haunt them in a way that makes living difficult.

Life seemed.. so variable in a way that did inspire a bit of melancholy in Z if they were going to be honest. They weren’t going to say too much about it around him because.. why.

“Makes sense that people find their ways to get through it. Even if those ways aren’t the ones that are commonly recommended. “

[vvhippoorwill]

A text for: @stiiney

[04:58] Im covered in coffee vomit and urine and none of which are mine