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[udderlyamoosing-blog]

(I might be back)

[lxttleredd]

Closed | jbbthewintersoldier | AU - 1943

@jbbthewintersoldier

Shea sighed heavily as she walked through the diner, heels clicking against the floor. Of course, it was Saturday night, everyone was out having fun, and she was stuck working the night shift at the diner, dealing with drunks coming from the bars for a late night meal. She gave half ass smiles at every man who whistled at her or made comments as she walked by.

Making her way to a newly inhabited booth back in the corner, she pulled her pen and notepad, smiling at the man in the booth as she pushed some of her red hair over her shoulder. “What can I get for ya, darlin’?” She asked. “You might get a waitress swap mid meal. My shift is over soon, but I figured I’d take your order.”

[readyforyours]

🌑 antagxnized ( who is hella too lazy to swap accounts )

Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse :: not accepting.            @antagxnized

            Copper coated pain leaks down the back of his throat, choking him as he struggles to breathe. Mostly, though, he just feels the dull ache of too many years of pushing his body too damn hard. Waking up is more effort than he feels capable of right about now, but somehow he manages, groaning & sitting up to fix the other with a sleepy glare.  

              ❛ You’re trackin’ blood all over my apartment again. ❜

[yukarp-blog]

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[readyforyours]

@sxdere "No - don't move. Your really comfy," he slurs softly, burying his face in his lap as his arms slip around his waist.

[winnersbymistxke]

theunlikelyones​:

Heathers screams must have woken Quinten because when her eyes snapped open, fear filling her gaze the first thing she saw was him. The young blonde couldn’t catch her breath, hair plastered to her sweaty forehead as if she had just ran a marathon. She was freaking out, panicking, scared. She at first tried to push Quinten away out of fear, before calming down a bit. “T-They were trying to kill me. And the cliff I was… And the bombs.. Oh god.” She reached out to clutch at her flatmate, hiding her head in his chest as she tried to calm.

Quin could hear Heather screaming from the other room and he didn’t even hesitate to jump out of his own bed and run to hers. “Hey!” he shouted at first, expected some intruder or something to have disturbed her, but instead she was only lying in bed and totally freaking out. Despite how awful she must be feeling right now, Quin was thankful it was only a nightmare given that he had no way of defending Heather or himself. “Hey,” he repeats softer this time, rushing to her side and ignoring her when she attempts to push him away. “Heather, what’s wrong?” It’s obvious, but he still wants to to at least acknowledge that he’s there and that she’s conscious. “Bombs?” It’s a strange thing to dream about and he’s tempted to question it, but he supposes now isn’t exactly the appropriate time. He wraps an arm around her as he pushes her head back, shushing her in attempting to calm her down. “It’s alright, now. No bombs here,” he assures her as begins rocking her slightly. It’s probably awkward, but he’s not exactly an expert on comforting people.

[nobodyandnowhere]

sorry I’ve been absent for a while

I went home for two weeks over Easter which was mostly spent helping my mum and aunt out in the cafe they run or babysitting my one and three-year old cousins

(the one-year-old is such an awesome, happy and giggly baby, while the three-year-old is somewhat of a brat but loves playing chasing games and apparently asks for me if he goes for a few days without seeing me. which is pretty cool since I generally don’t do small children - though I’m beginning to make an exception for those related to me)

and then it was my birthday a week ago (literally; it was Monday 13th), and I’ve pretty much spent the entire week celebrating in one fashion or another, mostly just by catching up with various friends across three or four towns

for example, I went ten-pin bowling on Tuesday and was not entirely horrible at it, and I went paint-balling on Saturday and was very good at hiding and not being shot (except for on my arms) - though I have now caught a cold, since in the four hours we were playing, the last one-and-a-half were spent in the soaking rain

still, the cold is very definitely worth it

[askrivarmin]

Armin: Happy Birthday, Levi!