#yells !!!

[c0mpositeur]

do/lly and st/evie ??? i

[shadowofmoths]

IM GOING TO A BUTTERFLY MUSEUM TMRW

[uncouthboy]

' hugo -- ! ' at once he envelops the other into a hug, squeezing tight. ' i've got you something!! here's part one. . . ' a simple little notebook, the cover is made of a soft material, and the pages are smooth to write over!! ' and uh, part two is uhm, tickets -- ! to the metropolitan museum of art! they've got some greek mythology stuff there, and you like those right - ? we can go!! if you wanna! '

there’s a million affectionate names that come to mind when hugo looks at luke, and at this very moment, he wants to call him every single one of them. the first gift’s received with a dazed smile, mind still whirling from the other’s embrace. gaze scrutinizes the notebook while hands treat it with gentle care. it may be simple in appearance, but that won’t stop hugo from attaching high emotional value to it. gratitude is already threatening to spill from his lips before the second part is introduced. a burden of sorts because now there’s no feasible way of expressing his appreciation. eyebrows raise at the revelation. his first response is laughter, good - natured and light, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the unabashed display. his second response is a chaste kiss against the other’s lips. his free hand moves to caress luke’s cheek the second he pulls away.

❛  if i wanna go ?  as if i’d actually say no,  ❜  amused delight rests in his grin.  ❛  of course i wanna go. it sounds like it’d be a lovely experience. i’ll probably spend most of the day looking at you instead of the art, though.  ❜  a rare occurrence of brazen flirtation from hugo, a result of excitement and adoration colliding.  ❛  then again, you and art are one in the same. ❜  seems his boyfriend’s cheesiness has finally rubbed off on him. not that he’s complaining.

❛  i love you, y’know. a hell of a lot. thank you for the wonderful gifts. now, tell me what your favorite restaurant is. i’ve been saving up some money —— i wanna treat you to a nice dinner. if you want, that is.  ❜

[faizhang]

“Let Riko be King," Kevin said, with the exaggerated enunciation of the thoroughly sloshed. "Most coveted, most protected. He'll sacrifice every piece he has to protect his throne. Whatever. Me?" Kevin gestured again, meaning to indicate himself but too drunk to get his hand higher than his waist. "I'm going to be the deadliest piece on the board." LISTEN SON I'M PROUD OF YOU

[pcorthing-blog]

@kagayakoji

                       It’s almost regretfully that he extends his arms, offering the small plush toy. There’s something comforting about the soft texture of its fur, && he almost doesn’t want to part ways. He’s already managed to become this attached in the few moments it took to pick it off the ground && track down the boy who seems to have dropped it.

                                         ‘  —— I - I think this is yours.

[azrryel]

                   ‘  OUT ! OUT ! OUT ! YOU ARE ONLY DELAYING THE INEVITABLE, CHILD. CLAIM WHAT IS YOURS. CLAIM YOUR FATE !  ‘                    his voice is hoarse from his shouting, but how the red-clothed child darts to and fro makes him furious. he takes no pride in firing his weapons at a child, he takes no pride in any of his killing-- not inwardly, at least. on the outside, though, gabriel reyes is no more. reaper is the shell, his prison, and he can’t help but growl and fade into the black mist that feels more like home than his own skin.

@speeedling.

[azrryel]

                    ‘  LISTEN KID ! YOU NEED TO STOP BLOWIN’ SHIT UP. I DON’T HAVE TIME TO CLEAN UP AFTER YOU AND NEITHER DOES THE REST OF OVERWATCH.  ‘

@hercics.