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[traumeriin]

@wildsblood replied to your post “❛ people say there are always other fish in the sea, but, maaan , ...”

(: fishander

shape of water 2: electric waterloo staring rosie and xander fishander ( @tcmbstoned )

[songdreamt-a]

{ @tcmbstoned  | Lillian | sc }

“You just get off the train?” The answer seems obvious. Everyone looks lost when they step off the train and onto Hadestown’s platform.

“S’alright. Things here ain’t as bad as they used to be. C’mon, I’ll get ya settled. I’m Eurydice.”

[panamastayed]

@tcmbstoned––––STARTER CALL ( ACCEPTING ! )

“Yer lookin’ awful CHIPPER this mornin’–––somethin’ go right for ya t’day?”

HE’LL assume it’s work related since Karter had been up all night trying to finish up some loose end business with the COMM before diving into bed for the night ( not that he’d sleep much ANYWAY considering the fact that he has the ABSOLUTE worst time with such things ). He glances, PAPERS filling both hands as he turns his attention to Xander who seems to be having MORE than a simple good time. HE SMILES a little. It’s nice seeing him have a spring in his step if for no other reason than he was always FUN to be around when in a good mood.

“BREAK in a case perhaps?”

[milkovichsmickey]

@tcmbstoned | cont. from here.

He hadn’t been serious when he brought the subject up, not expecting Matthew to agree to it. He had never been anywhere before, aside from the drug runs he used to go on with his brothers so a weekend away where he didn’t have to meet up with anybody or run something somewhere, did sound nice in theory. That’s all he thought it was, something that sounded nice but probably wouldn’t happen anytime soon. Brows raise at the other, wondering if there was something that he had in mind. “You got a place to go to in mind?”

[abject]

starter   /   @tcmbstoned

try as he might to stay quiet, as the infirmary door swung open hinges groaned to life as if even   THEY   were bothered by eric’s presence. one day someone would take the time to oil the damn things, but it wouldn’t be the present day, and it   sure as hell   wouldn’t be eric. with a box of supplies in hand it was straight to business, quick robotic movements finding shelves stacked with the new   ‘ shipment ’   all courtesy of their seaside neighbors.  it wasn’t until his job was done that eric found his way to the bedside of alexandria’s newest invalid, giving a small smile   (   if not slightly closer to an imitation of one   )   to the man who had brought him in.   ❝   how is he?   ❞   eric asked, arms crossed as shoulder came to rest against the wall.

[noblehigh]

                            mm..  what the hell are you doing?

that  alone  makes a smile break an otherwise  stoic  expression.  passing moments and his fingertip  poking at the end of his husband’s nose provokes a  chuckle.  brian.  it’s stern, and it makes the demon scoot in closer, arms winding around xander’s waist, nose pressing into the space behind his ear. a lingering  kiss  is placed, leg hiking up to hook over one of the other’s, and he  hums. 

          ❝ i was  tryin’...  to get your attention. ❞  needy? a little bit.  ❝ -- it  worked. ❞

🖋     @tcmbstoned   /   because they  (  messaged me on disco for  this meme  ).                    ↳   ‘ sun ’  for a good morning starter.

[skiachtro]

this isn’t the first time he’s seen him do it.  over the time they’ve spent apart, matthew has burned a fair amount of his  art  ;  luke fears it has something to do with himself, but he also doesn’t want to sound  arrogant  in doing so.  arms crossed over his chest, one ankle over the other, he leans up against a tree in the shadows, watching the man go at his strange practice again. in their separation he’s learned a few things:  the time that he had spent with matthew all those weeks rewired him in ways unknown until that comfort was  gone.  he finds his days boring, empty, and he doesn’t have that shoulder to lean on. he has willow, but..  obviously it’s not the  same.  

  heart pounds in his throat,  damn near  suffocating,  and as the flames play with the darkness, flickering over his features, illuminating, he begins to move in closer to matthew. space has done his heart good, as well as his  mind.  he still struggles, that’s going to be something he has to work on  with  matthew, but...  he doesn’t feel as  overwhelmed.  he tries to make his presence known in hopes of not scaring the  shit  out of him, but he doesn’t know if he’s successful or not  (  he tries to really press his heel into the ground, hoping to snap some dead leaves, but he doesn’t know how loud a fire is...  could he hear leaves cracking over it?  ).    ❝ -- hey. ❞

🖋   @tcmbstoned  .

[papalrot]

♥.     *     matthew bronson

MY  MUSE  ROMANCES  YOURS     ╱    @tcmbstoned

           ❛     careful    dear   ,             you   just   might   fall   in   love    .              “