#stmoon

[centurie]

“ yeah , the whole fuckin' block overhead what asswipe was sayin' . . . you good ? ” @stmoon

[macabrecrxw]

@stmoon said "you need a hug, are you alright?"

luca's question is unexpected, though his presence is not. jess looks up at him from where her head had been buried in her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks. she can only imagine what her makeup looks like.

"i'm fine, promise. i won't say no to that hug, though." her voice is quiet, more subdued than usual. jess had a fight with her parents and brother again, more bullshit about their abilities, how they had to hide them. jess didn't like the pressure being put onto clark when he was just trying to navigate how to be a teenager.

it escalated out of hand, like it always does when jonathan kent gets his mind set to something, so she was just feeling raw emotionally. which is why she was hiding in the barn crying her eyes out.

[macabrecrxw]

@stmoon said "here, this will warm you up"

“oh! thank you.” jess smiles, blush on her cheeks as he fits the beanie over her head. she doesn’t have the heart to tell him that she doesn’t need it, despite the snow.

jess had finally taken the step, asking luca to hang out outside of work, but maybe middle of march hadn’t been the best time to be out on a walk.

she was fine, of course, with her high metabolism and basically being a human heater, but she could hear luca’s teeth chattering.

“maybe we should… go back to the talon? or my house? it’s cold out here.” she suggested, crossing her arms and pretending to shiver.

[centurie]

“ did you  always  know  you  wanted  to  do  this ? ”        the  question  had  been  rattling  around  in  his  head  for  a  while ,   the  moment  had  never  seemed  to  place  itself  at  his  feet  until  now  ⎯⎯    long  after  midnight ,   the  pair  exhausted ,   polishing  the  kitchen  ready  for  a  new  day  with  the  promise  of  minimal  sleep  to  follow .        “ or  did  y'just  fall  into  it  somehow ? ”        STARTER  CALL . @stmoon ( luca )

[macabrecrxw]

@stmoon said 🥂

knock knock knock. there’s a pounding in his ears as he leans against the door, waiting for the person on the other side to open it. carmy really needs syd to open the door.

he’s a mess tonight, too drunk to even stand, really, and he’s sad. it’s oppressive, weighing down like the world on his back. it’s the grief, everything with mikey finally hitting him all at once.

carmen can’t do it alone.

he knocks on the door again, then slides down to sit on the step, eyes closed, head tilted back.

[itsabirditsaplcne]

continued from  —  ♡  @stmoon

the  fact  that  jason  was  there  at  all  was  a  miracle.  from  what  dick  had  told  her,  bruce's  invitations  were  rarely  accepted.  so  it  was  a  nice  surprise  when  barbara  noticed  the  man  standing  by  himself  away  from  the  main  floor.  she  kept  her  emerald  hues  on  him  for  another  moment  before  weaving  her  way  through  the  crowd  towards  him.  “you  clean  up  nice,  red.”  barbara  grinned,  peeking  down  at  her  black  cocktail  dress.  she  had  been  uncomfortable  all  night,  but  the  occasion  called  for  it.  “i  on  the  other  hand  look  awkward  as  hell.  took  like  an  hour  to  squeeze  into  this  thing.”

[billyandhismultiples]

Continuing from HERE || @stmoon (Jason Todd)

That may have sounded a bit harsher than Billy intended, even though the words were encased within his boisterous, cheerful, and slightly tipsy tone. Wide grin paired up with Jason's forced one as hands clasped both of his shoulders, giving a good squeeze.

"There ya go, buddy boy. 'm sayin' that ta loosen ya up!" A giddy laugh emitted from him and blended amongst the bass beats of the music. "It's a big, fun party, n' it ain't either a' our houses, which is even better. So c'mon, let's have some fun t'night. Make some lightly stupid decisions, why not? We ain't gonn' see these folks 'gain anyway."

[et--circenses]

@stmoon from ♟ here

His head tilted to meet her eyes with a small smile of his own, brows raised in warm encouragement. It was as much as he'd been hoping for— any kind of calm in the face of the chaos surrounding her, however half-hearted.

Cinna hummed softly as he considered the question. "No. I like to keep busy," he answered with a short quiet chuckle —She didn't need to know what a hell of an understatement that was,— before shaking his head. "And I'm always happy to see you, Katniss."