#veryeighties

[elencr]

ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚    ―      ㅤ‘ CHRISTMAS TIME ’   | ACCEPTING !

                              “ 🎄 decorate the Christmas tree together  ”    

* .  ♡           standing back, ellie places her hands on her hips. “ i think we’re going to need a bigger ladder. ” blue eyes flickered to @veryeighties​ who stood on the other side of the christmas tree, balancing just right on the small step ladder. “ because there is no way, either one of us will reach. ” ellie had been dying to decorate a tree for a while. it was an itch she always got when the calender landed on november. but ever since being on the tardis - keeping track of the months of earth was hard. that was until the tardis decided to throw a massive tree at them in the library.

[moonshadowed]

@veryeighties​​ inquires:   21 for twenty-one yes i'm funny

SPOTIFY WRAPPED. always accepting.

21. vienna - billy joel.

“You’ve got your passion, you’ve got your pride, but don’t you know that only fools are satisfied? Dream on!”

[moonshadowed]

@veryeighties​ inquires:  20 for twenty  

SPOTIFY WRAPPED. always accepting.

20. nfwmb - hozier.

“It must’ve caught a good look at you.”

[moonshadowed]

@veryeighties​​ inquires:  7 for seven ;)

SPOTIFY WRAPPED. always accepting.

7. volare - bobby rydell.

“Let us leave the confusion and all disillusion behind.”

[guttersniper]

@veryeighties said: “hang onto me and we’ll be fine.”

lonesome dove.

he’s jarred out of nowhere. flinching. emerges feeling like he just got walloped with a sledgehammer.

a dark gash paints the corner of mutt’s mouth, purpling contusions spreading around his eye, under the dust and dirt and sweat. walking proves difficult, his foot and leg rendered tender by whatever had wrenched it. small things, by his standards, and not unfamiliar. more pressing, more familiar, is getting ace out. 

he winces when she locks her arm around his shoulders, both from her fingers pressing against the soreness and his general aversion to touch. he won’t snap at her. not now, and maybe not ever, not this time. not for this. even he knows when to set aside his discomfort. bruises are temporary. apologies don’t undo anything. pain fades. staying alive is what matters.

his own arm finds itself snaking between them and behind her, his own fingers finding purchase on her far side. for what it’s worth, they’ve got each other. he starts to jog, pulling her along, and doesn’t spare a glance behind them. 

[guttersniper]

@veryeighties said: “don’t bother about me.”

masque of sapphire. 

“ no. “ flat, blunt, brooking no argument. what sort of person -- what sort of friend? -- would he be if he didn’t bother? even left angry and half-feral, his heart had always threatened to swell beyond his bird-boned ribcage. the stubborn instinct to protect would outlast everything else. especially those who he comes to consider pack, even if they might not like truly like him back, even if they all wind up the same in the end, despite whatever efforts he took. 

if he can stop one thing from happening, if he can keep this pack for a little while longer, maybe he would’ve done some good. 

he releases ace’s wrist, fingers thrumming from the contact. “ what’s the matter. “ 

[guttersniper]

@veryeighties said: “gimme your knife.”

lonesome dove.

“ -- you should really consider carrying one. “ after his initial hesitance, where his eyes narrowed as he looked at her, he digs into his pocket. the switchblade is extended towards her, blade still inside. “ close it when you’re done. “ it just might be the only superstition he holds himself to: it’s bad luck to close a knife you didn’t open. 

[colnerys]

“  oh, when you laugh i forget that it's about me. but it's alright.  ”  an affectionate jab at @veryeighties‘ shoulder, grin as wide and goofy in contrast to the terror of a reputation she’s built up around the federation officers. 

54. sweet talk — saint motel | accepting.