#thread tbt.

[dmndvtt]

@biiigtime , bc i had to.

there's always featherlight touch with her. despite knowing all too well how strong, sturdy the irish woman is, his fingers meet her flesh like she's made of glass, comprised of the finest china. slow, silent blinking as the back of knuckles find skin of face. for a while, he hadn't said anything, hadn't needed to ... not yet, not when he's perfectly content just admiring her.

rain pelts furiously against window above them as they occupy the couch. so much for going to the gym today. finn supposed that would be fine, more than so even if it meant spending more quality time with becky. finally, he finds it in him to speak. " ya up f'r a day in, love? i can order us some takeaway ... put on some pearl jam, have some time ... just you and me? "

[dblchmparchived]

@rvyalfamily , cody gets the man's judgment

chestnut hues are fixated upon reflection of her own visage in the mirror. purple and orange eyeshadow adorns lids, accentuated by thick black and glitter. the road to wrestlemania had come to an end weeks prior and ever since then, the entire dynamic of the wwe had changed. but, becky had found that sometimes change was all too necessary. not to mention terribly fun. flicker of focus finds american nightmare amidst the lacquering of lips, giving way to pensive pause. wicked smirk reveals sharp teeth. " hey champ, " there's just a hint of condescension there. she turns to face the american nightmare with a wink.

[nklsdttr]

@saltzitivo , full moon shines through open window, casting entire room in a silver glow. though she's not beholden to it's sway, it still has the power to make claws itch, fangs ache to tear into something, anything. new appetite heightens the urge for violent things, and dark magic swirls 'round the creature, casting her in darkened shadows, making every cell vibrate. it's too much to put on one girl, though hope has always put on a brave face. highly attuned hearing picks up gemini witch's heartbeat, gaze shifting to doorway. feigned smile as she tucks auburn locks behind ears. " ... hey, " soft louisiana cadence fills the air between them. " you're a long way from home. "

[titanslayer]

@hiddenvvitch​ / sc.

     “ i might not be able to see you, but i can sense someone’s there — ”  

[stormlanded]

                    THERE  WAS  SOMETHING  FREEING  ABOUT  BEING THIS  FAR  NORTH . so  different  was  the  landscape ,  the  people ,  that  it  felt  almost  as  if  her  past  could  not  find  her  here . katherynne  had  been  wandering  ( albeit ,  rather  idly , )  with  the  intent  to  locate  her  sister . katherynne  had  welcomed  the  trip  for  many  reasons ,  but  the  opportunity  to  be  close  with  her  sister  had  seemed  to  outweigh  most  of  them  in  her  mind .  rather  than  finding  her  sister ,  she  stumbled  upon  an  old  friend instead . 

            ❛ lord remus -  ❜  she  calls .  the  vastness of winterfell & emptiness of  its  surrounding  land seems to require a  louder  voice .  caught  up  in  her enthusiasm ,  she  nearly  forgets  her  courtesies.  quickly ,  she  bobs  into  an  uneven  curtsy ,  weighed down  by  unusual furs . the  lord  tyrell &  katherynne had  spent  a significant  amount  of  time  together  in  their  youth  - -  it  was  no  secret  that  many  had expected  them  to  wed .  how  different  her  life  might  have  been .  she  pushes  past  the  typical  pleasantries -  ( how  was  your  journey . are  you  well ?  )  to  posit  a  more  pressing  question . ❛ in  my  brief  time  in  winterfell ,  i’ve  come  to  learn  that  there are  only  two  classes  of  people :  those  who find  the  cold  bothersome  &  unsettling ,  and  those  who  find  it  bracing .  i  must  know ,  which  are  you ?   ❜  

@ofhighgcrden​

[boybitten]

@mieczyslawtm: “there’s nowhere to go. there’s nowhere to go." 

you’d know that voice anywhere,  that stupid voice that accompanies the second biggest asshole here   (   second to peter fucking hale.   who of course,  also had to be here.   of fucking course.   was isaac’s life not torture enough already?   ).    “jesus,  dude.”   your eyes roll,   head leaning back against the wall,  eyes focused upward.   “can you calm down?   for two seconds maybe?  are you capable of that?”   you say as if you didn’t freak out just as much when they took you.   you’re pretty sure your hands were trembling for a week straight after you arrived.   

you’re not sure how long ago that was.   a few weeks?  a month?  a year?   the time kind of blurs together after a while.  this is what you get for trying to come back.   stuck in this stupid place,  listening to the stupid announcements over and over,   now with more unwanted guests.   you’ve been forgotten,   you know that much.   the people you used to know probably haven’t even noticed your absence,   it’s not like you kept in contact with them.   but now everything you were has been arrived,  and unlike stiles who has people to go home to,  you’re probably better off here.  probably better off forgotten.    

“there’s no where to go.  that’s obvious.  just give up.  we’re gong to be here a while.  just sit down and shut up  before i make you.”

[misterscarz-blog]

                   he’s     grown     weary     of     wandering          ,          knowing     he     only     does     so     because     his     existence     in     itself     seemingly     meaningless     at     this     time          ---------------          part     of     him     hopes     he’s     useful     again     one     day          ,          but     part     of     him     hopes     he     isn’t   .     the     internal     conflict     is     endless   .     at     least     the     roaming     helps     on     that     front          ,          a     constant     cycle     of     moving     from     place     to     place     ;          uncertain     what     year     it     is          ,          uncertain     which     world     he     treks     through          ,          but     he’ll     be     damned     if     his     everything     ends     here          ,          if     he     fades     like     wispy     clouds     into     the     dry     ether   .          (          but     maybe     that     happened     a     long     time     ago          ,          far     back     into     the     childhood     he     can     just     barely     remember     these     days   .          )

                    it’s     hard     to     say     what     drew     him     here   .     couldn’t     explain     it     to     anyone     or     anything          ,          &          doesn’t     quite     get     it     himself     ;          yet          ,          here     he     is   .     were     he     quite     who     he     used     to     be          ,          the     atmosphere     here     would     scare     him   .     he’s     not          ,          it     doesn’t    .          ❝          hello          ?          ❞          he     calls     the     greeting     out     of     habit          ,          although     it’s     not     quite     appropriate          ,          considering     he’s     already     inside   .     there’s     something     about     this     house          ,          this     house          .   .   .          but     what     is     it          ?          his     voice     is     all     wrong          ,          eternally     fucked     up          ,          throat     wounded     so     terribly          &          with     such     absolute     permanence   .          ❝          ---------------          anyone          ?          ❞

@femmetale​   .     *

[sanctuarae]

                    →    :D

                    LIKE   A   MEANINGLESS   FANBOY   GETTING   A   SHOUTOUT   FROM   SOME   GREAT   CELEBRITY          ---          THE   SIMILE   IS   ONLY   FALLIBLE   IN   THE   SENSE   THAT   HABIT   GENERALLY   DOESN’T   THINK   HE’S   LESSER   THAN   ANYONE   AT   ALL.   IS   HE   BETTER   THAN   HE          ?          YES          ,          NO   DOUBT   ABOUT   THAT          ---          BUT   HE’S   STILL   HER   FAN.   WHAT   FAN   DOESN’T   WANT   TO   SEE   THEIR  WORK   PROMOTED   BY   THE   VERY   PERSON   WHOSE   CONTENT   THEY   ADMIRE         ?

                   HABIT   ALMOST   FEELS   SOMETHING          ,          A   HINT   OF   EMOTION   AKIN   TO   HAPPINESS          ,          AT   THE   PROSPECT   OF   LAYING   CLAIM   TO   WHAT’S   HIS.   WOULD   SHE   TELL   THE   AUTHORITIES          ?          PROBABLY   NOT          ,          BUT   IF   SHE   DID          ,          IT   WOULDN’T   MATTER.   HE’S   UNTOUCHABLE   EITHER   WAY.

                    →    I   DID   THAT   !

@necrobrat   POSTED          !         *