he has kept a close eye on the argument ; most of the time, his friends will calm themselves down, but he feels like it’s more and more often nowadays that he has to step in. sure, every group needs a peacemaker, but he feels the role is used far too often. he nods in solidarity, looking over matt’s shoulder to study mike. he’s not exempt from the group’s general disdain for a few members, even if he is exceptionally skilled at pretending he is. “ just ignore him, he’s gunning for a reaction.”
mike’s RETREAT is not taken lightly, matt’s stance contorted in surprise and irritation. the history between his superior and his girlfriend is never not in the forefront of his mind; just another reason for him to be unsure of himself. turning to chris with a small, exasperated smile, he sighs, shoving his hands into his pockets. ❛ yeah, you’re right -- it’s a damn shame that he’s got such a punchable face. ❜ tone is light, but he isn’t joking. ❛ i gotta learn to ignore him, or i’ll go insane. ❜
"I think the town's lost gravity again." from carlos this isn't even a real meme but w/e i do what i want
GOOD NIGHT , NIGHT VALE. // @uncertaintyfound.
soft septembers intertwine through his spread fingers , face open and vulnerable as a new bruise . the smile is somewhat smug and yet so gentle , a reflection of the slightly fluctuating air beneath them . carlos’ hand grappling for him ( * an anchor , a safety -- oh , isn’t he always walking on air around the scientist ? ) is enough to send his head reeling , palms adorned with sweat . in all his years , in all his unreliable memory , has anything ever been as blissful as this ? using the lack of stability to his advantage , cecil leans slightly , bringing long legs to a vertical , shifting to lean on his palm and stare .
the worried look on carlos’ face is enough to ignite the kindling in his eyes , not so much a blaze but a hearth -- homely , inviting . breathing out steadily , cecil emits a thin and low hum ; content , peaceful . never has he enjoyed his strange , strange little town so much . maybe the future is not in the sky above the arby’s ( * maybe it is teeth like a military graveyard and perfect hair . maybe it’s a labcoat and a strong jaw ) . ❛ really , carlos ? ❜ and as he asks , they drift together , caught up in their own little orbit . ❛ i hadn’t noticed . ❜
cup held ‘tween pink - tipped fingers , the soft scrape / scrape / scrape of her foot on the floor , ellington waits , hanging in anticipation exactly like bricks do not . despite their less than straightforward partnership , she trusts him . just so , the bell above the door to black cat coffee brings her head up , a hand flicking the button by her elbow to make a cup of coffee she knows he will not drink . ❛ lemony snicket . ❜
❝ Are you saying you need a friend right now ? You can trust me . ❞ quark is a good kid
THE WOLF AMONG US. / @uncertaintyfound.
MARBLE SKIN SEEMS TO GLOW IN DIM LIGHT, ROSEBUD LIPS PARTING IN A SILENT PLEA. eilonwy has always hated being alone and letting her own mind get the best of her -- smiling tightly, the necklace chain adorning her is tugged at, bauble giving a light and reassuring hum in its shrunken state. the girl often forgets her gifts can be used to help her and hinder others. ❛ i do believe i’ve been separated from my other friends -- a tall, silly boy, a well meaning but dishonest bard, and a small, hairy creature with a good heart -- if you could assist me in finding them, i would be marvellously grateful! ❜
“How is it you’re never scared?” -- uncertaintyfound from harrison ,,,,
/ / @uncertaintyfound.
a shiver chases its way down her back, causing her to give an auditory response: a quick and low mumble, frowning at the sudden chill in the air. ellie yanks at her sleeve absently, an ingrained reaction to discussions of fear. the bite gives her no trouble aside from the slight itch, yet her mind sees it growing, pulsing, consuming. these words have been spoke before, directed to her with just as much awe – a boy now dead had asked ellie the same question, and she will give the same answer. ❛ who says i’m not ? ❜ for a second there is only silence, ellie’s finger brushing the tip of her nose, a nervous tic she has never trained into submission. ❛ scorpions are pretty creepy. ❜ a weak attempt at humour, a joke already made, but one nonetheless. ❛ i’m scared of being on my own. that’s – that’s fucking terrifying. ❜
lips are slightly parted, breath turning to mist in front of her. with every small movement, the gun’s weight tilts and shifts in her hands, an extension of her body, just as her limbs were. tilting her head, the auburn haired youth shuffles closer to the boy on her knees, reaching over to pull the barrel of his shotgun up. ❛ the recoil on that one is gonna kick your ass, man. brace yourself for it. ❜
❛ maybe life isn’t about counting all the mistakes you made. maybe it’s about increasing the number of important things in it instead. ❜ ( from luna to hermione ! )
Hermione slowly smiled. ❛Maybe.❜ Luna always seemed to have wise things to say. (She definitely deserved Ravenclaw.) ❛How do you come up with these, Luna?❜
"↕ — a memory that may or may not have happened" good
——— MEMORIES.
head pounding, hands bloodied and throbbing, chell tries to lift her head, eyes hazy. there’s so much pain -- her legs ache, twisted over each other awkwardly, the metal of her knee replacements digging relentlessly into her grimy and exposed skin. the torso of her jumpsuit, now in tatters, sticks to her uncomfortably, blood and sweat the adhesive that she cannot seem to avoid. her hipbones are flush against the floor, bruises no doubt already forming there. one of her ribs juts awkwardly: broken, bulging her skin outwards.
dazedly, she wriggles her arms free of her sleeves, cheek pressed against some sort of gravel. she just wants to sleep -- close her eyes and let the pain go away, all her energy and adrenaline leeched from her and leaving her a shell of the woman who had just blown up her prison. pulling her jumpsuit down, grateful for the aperture regulation tank top underneath, she knots the frayed fabric around her waist, still lay uncomfortably on what seems to be stones.
her breath stops in her throat.
stones. not panels, not smooth, sterile tiles, but stones. pressing her arms to the floor, wincing as cuts re open and her rib sends flashes of screaming pain up her side, chell uses all her effort to look up, blinking blood and sweat from her eyes and ignoring the heavy drumbeat of pain in her head.
grey concrete surrounds her, bordered by lush, green foliage -- overhead, a bird sings loudly, then stops. taking quick inventory of her limbs, chell feels sunlight against her skin, and any injuries she has become less and less important.
there’s a light breeze ruffling her hair, the sky above brilliantly blue, as if it had known and was welcoming her. if she were any more in her right mind, she would have burst into relieved tears on the spot: her concussion does not allow for that, so the best she can manage is a small groan, fingers curling against the floor in a triumphant fist. she had done it; now, if she could just stand up --
‘ THANK YOU FOR ASSUMING THE PARTY ESCORT SUBMISSION POSITION. ’
chell blanches, scrambling for a mad second before a metallic weight is clipped around her ankle. once, and only once, does she give into a sob, before her dissapointment and fear turns into fatigue, berating her endlessly until her eyes slip shut. holding onto the image of the sun for dear life, chell is painfully dragged backwards, fingers gripping uselessly at the floor.
when she next wakes, the event seems like a distant dream, something that she could only hope for: and that’s exactly what she does.
