#tremblesigh

[chimugukuru]

@ghospoke

It's a clear, cool night full of stars. Their leftover picnic dishes sit in a plastic grocery bag in the front seat while the pair lie on top of a blanket in the bed of Ushi's old truck. Currently, their sides are pressed together, hands in one another's as they gaze at the sky. They've shifted positions as the darkness has crept on them, and they likely will continue until they either fall asleep or finally get up and go home.

"Hey, Dustin?" Ushi says quietly, her breath curling above her face. Her eyes remain focused on the North Star. "Are you still awake?"

[specterseenarchived]

@tremblesigh​ sent:     ❛  you  can’t  leave  yet !  ❜

robin stops in her tracks, hand clutching her bag strap that's slung over her shoulder. it takes her a moment to fully calculate the situation. they had only been hanging out for a bit but his sudden words halt her. her bag slides to the floor and she goes to sit beside dustin. was he feeling okay? maybe there’s something wrong. robin can be a bit awkward (mind the unresolved trauma with seeing her dead mom’s ghost) with comforting anyone really but if anyone truly knows her, she will try for those she cares about.   “then i’ll stay....   is everything okay?”

[philomelia]

(    *   @tremblesigh​​ said:     it’s like i want to explode all the time    ).

the two of them are sat under some lousy shelter,   resting against a thin little ledge that can barely fit them.    rain hammers down hard around them,   a storm promised in every thunderous drop   (her jacket is absolutely soaked,   green fabric sticking to her skin,    the smear of lipstick dripping across her chin).    she kicks her legs out in front of her,   her black shoes glimmering in the flickering lights around them.   pure white,   making the world look as if it had somehow been drowned.   awkward strangers,   all knobbly knees and the strange scratch of youth,   they had both trapped themselves in the storm:    exposed to the elements,   but temporarily sheltered.       curiosity had gotten the better of her and,  soon enough,   the two had lapsed into conversation.      and these talks had the element that could only come with strangers:    truth.      ‘‘    maybe you should let yourself explode a little bit,   then.    like     ...     like,   sometimes i steal my mom’s wine.   not to drink it or anything,   just to   --   just to see if she’ll notice.    mini explosions are good for you,  i think.     ’’ 

[chimugukuru]

@tremblesigh

While they’re at the lunch table, Ushi rests her head on Dustin’s shoulder and closes her eyes. She doesn’t care what people will say- there probably isn’t anything they haven’t already said, and the whole thing about gruesome deaths and is the curse real are much more pressing. Unfortunately for Ushi, the only thing that’s ‘pressing’ is the massive headache she’s been having.

[unbaptismarchive]

“   it’s  cold  as  hell .   ”

a meme i lost

she laughs a little at the other's comment, sees the way goosebumps spring up along his skin as they sit outside. her cigarette hangs between her lips as she moves to wiggle off her jean jacket. "here. it's definitely not your size, but you can drape it over you. might keep ya a little warm."

@tremblesigh

[celestialdetected-moved]

@tremblesigh cont. from here.

Arawn feels bad for the guy, he really does. He didn't want this life either. He didn't want the responsibility, the sheer weight of expectation pressing down on his shoulders, making it difficult to do much more than put one foot in front of the other. At least he got powers out of the deal, as volatile as they were.

"You can help," he says, because truly anyone can. "You can fight if you need to, and you can put yourself between people and danger. Besides," Arawn shrugged. "We always need more people who can run support."

[theha1rarch]

@tremblesigh liked for a starter!

"i think ... if i had stayed playing basketball and decided to do that for a living, i would've ended up hating it." steve comments, taking a swig from the drink in his hand before continuing. "i just don't think i would've ever been able to escape the feeling that i was still in high school. i dunno, i'm happy with how things worked out." he looks to the other, considering him now. "but i'm glad for how they worked out for you too."

[soulmissed]

@tremblesigh: ‘ what do i get? ’

memes, accepting

the boy roots in his hoodie pocket. a colorfully packaged candy is grabbed. “ homeboy, you get – ” trumpet noises. “ – a cherry ring pop. ”

(it’s, like, candy and jewelry! a two-fer.)

auggie’s smile was faint, penciled with characteristic timidness. “ consider it a thank you for havin’ my back. ”