#v; meme

[chokeholds--illegal]

You don’t have to hide who you are.

   Daryl glanced at the blonde, frowning a bit. He turned away from her, trying not to feel her gaze on him, but couldn't shake the feeling. "Ya don't know what I am," He muttered, pulling a cigarette from his pocket. He lit it, taking a deep drag and shaking his head. "Ain't ever been nothin' good."

@justanotherxdeadgirl

[chokeholds--illegal]

AH

Send “DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVINGSend “AH” to pin my muse against the wall but letting a RANDOMIZER choose/  // open

Daryl was quick to corner Beth before she darted out the door. " 'M sorry," He babbled, " 'm sorry, I should let you know I was gonna be goin'," His voice was low and bashful. Cheeks flushed with embarrassment and not wanting her to leave tonight, not with her angry at him. "Didn't know I'd be gone so long," He managed to mutter, hoping she'd try to understand. "I had ta stay put a while,"  

@bcthgreene

[ofunderworld]

It’s harder than you think. No using Google. Every answer must start with the first letter of your muse’s name

• Name - Hyacinth • Animal - Hyena • Boys Name - Hyacinth? technically it IS a guys name.. xD • Girls Name - Hyacinth. • Color - uhhh....hooker’s green. • Movie - Hercules! that jerk. • Something you wear - Hat. • Drink - Hot tea @littlexsiren :P • Food - Hummus • Something found in bathroom - Hairdryer • Place - Haiti  • Reason for being late - Hospitalized

I was tagged by @strawberryprincessofdarkness

[radioactiveexposure-blog]

originalantman:

[ SMS ; SPIDEY ] Do I seem like the kind of guy who knows how Domino’s operates? [ SMS ; SPIDEY ] …they do take orders through text, yeah.

[[ SMS ;; Antman ]] Want to eat pizza and talk science?

[[ SMS ;; Antman ]] A LAB SLEEPOVER!!! :)

[webiisms]

"I'm coming home." ( ;; i mEEAAAAN it easily goes both ways uwu )

                                                                   v; meme                                                                   v; an ocean’s away

Peter was sipping some coffee on the couch, a habit he picked up from                                 moving across the pond. His phone began to rang. An unfamiliar number                             popped up on his screen, which was odd. It was an American cell phone.                             The only person from the states that knew his number was Aunt May, so                               who could possibly be calling? He pushed it back in his pants pocket and                                                                           turned on the tv, browsing through channels. 

                        His phone rang for a second time, a small little beep. It was a voicemail alert                         from the stranger who called him before. He sighed, pulling his phone out of                         his pocket again. Hopefully it wasn’t anything important. It was Sunday, the                           ‘unofficial’ date night that they both had with each other. He would hate to                                                                               cancel on his fiance on such a short notice. 

 ”Hi, um,                   Peter?                                                The voice was familiar, he could almostAh.                                                                        picture the face that it belonged to, but              S  h  i  t.                                                  not quite. It was husky, and deep, a tadI don’t blame you if                                               bit sad sounding. It had to be someone heyou don’t remember. ”                                          knew, since the person on the other end of                                                                                                             the line knew his name."Peter….you  k  n  o  w   I’m shit                                                No. Pfft, no. It couldn’t be him. It couldn’t    with these                                                          be the boy that he fondled over for years.                 t  h  i  n  g  s.”                                       It couldn’t be the boy that kissed him at                                                                             the park. It couldn’t be the boy he cried                                                                           over for months on end when he left. It                                                                              couldn’t be the boy who’s sweater he still                                                                                 had, the boy who’s smell was no longer  

"It’s Harry."                                                                                      familiar, it couldn’t b -

                                                                                                    it was.

                                             ” I’m coming home.” 

                                             This had to be some prank.                                                                                                Some kind of sick joke. He had                                                                                            finally, finally moved on from                                                  this son of a bitch and now,                                              n  o  w of all times he has to                                              come back to New York? Peter couldn’t just book a ticket and go. He couldn’t lie to his wife to be either. She didn’t know about Harry, not at all. She knew that they were childhood friends, but nothing more. She didn’t know about them kissing under a tree in the park, a father slapping his son right in front of his best friend, a child whisked away from the person who….                                                              who loved him.

                                                         Who  s t i l l  loves him.                                                                                     Peter jumped up from the couch,                                                                                         his phone slipping from his hand.                                                                                       He had to go see him, he had to                                                                                         see Harry as soon as possible. He                                                                                     couldn’t have Harry show up and                                                                                         have Aunt May tell him that he’s                                                                                         gone, that he left, that he’s… he’s                                                                                       gonna be married. How the fuck is                                                                                                    Gwen gonna take this? 

                               ”H  a  r  r  y,”                                    Peter was greeted with a                                                                                                    voicemail inbox, which secretly                                                                                            he was thankful for.

                               ”Harry, it’s Peter. 

                                                                    I’m coming home.                                                                     I’m coming home to you,                                                                      as s o o n as i can, so please,                                                                                                          please wait for me.” 

                                     He couldn’t leave right now.                                      He had a family here,                                                     friends,                                       a wife to be which he was in                                       love with, obligations. As                                       much as he would love to                                       fly back to the states right this                                       instant, he couldn’t. He instead                                       slid on the floor, phone grasped                                       in his hand, arms wrapped                                        around his coat that he hurriedly                                        put on in the rush to see him.

                   He had waited ten years to hear Harry’s voice again. 

                             Now it was Harry’s turn to wait for him. 

[webiisms]

                                " W a k e  up, "he whispers.                                                                                       She moves at the sound of his voice.                                                                                                           He smiles.                                              "Take my hand.                                    Give me a reason to start again. " Give me a reason to go with you.                                                                                                     εїз                                                                                                                       ingxnious

[webiisms]

                                "Help me find a way to                                   b / r / e / a / t / h / e"                                                                                                          εїз                                                                                          brightestbiochemist