#woops angst

[graytitaniumalloy]

Open Rp

At the time, going to see “Toy Story 4″ seemed like a good idea. Normally Pixar wasn’t a problem for him, and while the third one had definitely made him a bit uncomfortable from time to time, it was no where near the reaction he had to the fourth. The main antagonist had left him with a similar feeling to Lotso, and he should’ve taken the warning signs when one of the dolls tried to rip Woody’s voicebox out. He should’ve left at that point, decided to watch it at home where he could turn it off immediately if he felt the need. But he didn’t. That had to be the worst of it, right? Grayson tried to push past the moment...  And then it felt like someone had yanked a memory straight from his brain. Lights blared in his eyes.

And he was back there.

His heart thudded rapidly beneath his ribs, and a cold sweat broke out over his skin as he trembled. Voices and lights, and- stop stop stop stop- The memories- the thoughts kept replaying over and over in his mind, in a record of shattered glass.

Feet thudded down the stairs, and the dark hall illuminated with the frantic shove of theatre doors. Grayson couldn’t breathe. His chest hurt. He wanted to go home. He needed to go home. Tears welled in the teen’s distant eyes, a shuddering sob, stuck in his throat. 

The boy hardly processed the movement as he slid down the wall, next to a vending machine.

[nitori-swims-rinstyle]

Listening is key

  Yuri and Oktabek’s first fight isn’t pretty.  They had been doing long distance for a year and a half now and that itself was hard, but they managed.  When Otabek was finally able to find time to visit Yuri, it was suppose to be happy, Yuri had so much planned, but it all came crashing down the second night.  Laying in bed all snuggled in the sheets Otabek proclaimed that he was retiring from pro-skating and that is what started it.  Yuri was confused and began to berate Otabek with question upon question not allowing otabek to expand or answer any of them.  Yuri jumps to the conclusion that Otabek retirement that he wouldn’t visit and would eventually lead to their break up leading to more shouts of “Why?!”.  The fit hurt to witness but aggravated Otabek because this was not how he imagined this would go down, if only Yuri would let him finish this would all be solved quickly and they could go back to snuggling.  It ends with Otabek leaving to sleep on the couch declaring that they would finish talking in the morning, hoping that Yuri would calm down come the next day.  He hears the sniffs and small whimpers and it hurts.  It hurts Otabek because it was meant to be a happy moment yet they were in separate rooms and Yuri was an emotional wreck.  

The next day does bring a real conversation, even though neither of them seemed to sleep a lick. Otabek finally continues saying that yes, he is retiring but he planned to get an apartment close by to Yuri or if Yuri wanted, they could move in together.  Otabek can see the moment when his boyfriend breaks again, taking in the scene he made the other night and hurting all over.  The misunderstanding is fixed and they kiss and makeup, eventually living together much to Otabek’s happiness.

[flora-pura]

Hot damn can Certain songs fuck me up.

Oof Imma take a break from the internet for a bit.

[ohsoblackandwhite]

Root had been sitting inside the streetcar, staring blankly into space, for 3 days. Bear came in to check on her every once in a while, licking her hand and laying down on the floor next to her. She hardly moved. Hardly blinked. Reese had tried to come and talk to her, Fusco had even called. "Hang in there, banana nut crunch,"he had said, almost fondly. "You did what you had to do." Samaritan had weaponized Shaw. She had been alive, brainwashed and ordered to go after Finch, Reese, and Root. For one blissful day, Root thought she had had Sameen back. And if she hadn't been so blinded by her happiness she might have noticed Shaw acting strangely, but no. Happiness was a stupid illusion. Shaw had led the team to a warehouse were Samaritan's operatives would trap and kill them all. They didn't put the pieces together until was too late. Root had stood above her body, watched her die. Shaw had Finch in a stranglehold, and had no recollection of who she was. She was going to kill him, quickly, easily. But then, Root did what she was made to do. Two guns, two bullets, and now, two dead hearts. Sameen was gone; there could be no doubt this time. Root had been sitting there since she came back, back from setting the warehouse on fire. A four alarm fire, Root had made sure. She still felt cold.