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One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
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@worldendcr
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fatetwistd.
she knows that look, she’s seen it many times ; ill-concealed surprise written all over his features. it makes him appear younger, more vulnerable than he really is, and simone cannot find it within herself to be upset, or annoyed. not when she knows that damien’s hesitancy comes from a good place. “i understand. i do. but…” they all have their burdens to bear. she exhales –maybe harshly– through her nostrils, arms falling to her sides. “he’s healed. can’t he just come with us? i know you don’t want to leave him out of your sight… but it shouldn’t hold us back any longer.” something deep in her gut tells her they need to go now, before he truly changes his mind : the stronger he gets, the more adjusted to his role… no. she can’t let it happen. this is on her ; she needs to fix it. “if you do then let’s go.”
it feels like he's being pulled at from both sides; on one side there's his promise to simone, on the other there's his undying devotion to amani. and if he's being honest, he is privileging one side, very willingly so. ( he just can't fathom leaving amani behind. not again. not after everything that's happened. ) eyes narrow slightly at her words, irritation flaring inside of him. “he's not healed. you think he is just because he looks alright? he's not.” there's some bitterness lacing his words at the fact that she would dismiss it this way. he sighs, a sharp huff through his nose. he knows she's right, that while they may not know how he is supposed to accomplish his destiny ( and certainly not how much time they have to prevent the worse from happening ) they --- he --- can't push the problem aside forever. again, he sighs, softer. “you're right. i'll ask him if he's up to it, alright?”
pantcno: when i get the pantano one, my dude… it is a hard and tough life
i’ve done my waiting tho...
garibcldi.
“ UNACCEPTABLE ”, emma shakes her head in feigned outrage. “ honestly, that’s a crime. you should book a flight right now and just go there. ” laughter follows, ‘cause she’s being ridiculous and she knows it. “ i get too passionate about italian food, i know — it’s a flaw. the one and only, but still…”
“i know, i'm so sorry to disappoint.” way too solemn to be serious, regardless of what he's apologizing for, a smile finally carves its way onto his face, no matter how serious he tries to look. “alright, one day i will, how about that?” he promises, huffing a laugh at her last words. “oh the one and only, really? are you absolutely sure?”
me @ god like when will i get the worldender url ...... ..........
@spacecowbcy
well, sometimes, you see, when you go through a traumatic experience … it kind of alters your perception. // indie horror oc. written by des.
“ some days you stand still for hours, staring right through the window and those are the day you don’t feel like sugarcanes, you feel like a SWAMP - like the empty parts of you could open up and fill with still water, like your broken bones could crack and give way to reeds and weed and moss. disease would breed in your waters, but it would not harm you, for you gave birth to it, you nurtured it, you fed it the way your mother fed you backhanded teachings and hard-shelled love songs. ” // triggering content. est. june 2017. written by ali.
sacrificas.
“If not— then I try to politely convince you to change your mind?” he burst out a laugh, he’s clearly trying to charm his way through it as well, but it’s harmless and not that effective, for the most part “You can ask me to stop recording, or not to use your voice. Its your right, but— I don’t know I thought you might want to tell your part of the story, you know?”
formerly polite smile widens; a genuinely amused grin taking over his features as he huffs a small laugh. “well that sounds vaguely, albeit politely, ominous. is that from the godfather?” he shrugs; weighting in the options. he's not particularly comfortable with the idea of strangers hearing him talk. then again, he could hardly see the harm. “alright, let's say i'm okay with it. hypothetically. what do you want me to talk about, exactly? I’ve ---- seen a lot.”
garibcldi.
“ have you ever tried gianni’s gelato? i swear to god — i would murder for that gelato. ”
@worldendcr / mini call.
“i don't think i've had the chance, actually. i’d probably remember if i had ice cream worth murdering for.” her enthusiasm rips a laugh out of him; he shakes his head. “i didnt stay long enough, but i promise next time, i'll try it.”
no addressing our problems we downward spiral like men
‘your tie is crooked.’
different ways to say ‘i love you’ meme. || @ascendedburial
freshly out of the shower, closely shaved, the reflexion staring back at him in the mirror finally looks decent enough that there isn’t word despair written all over his feature anymore. or, in the words of his best friend: he finally stopped looking like shit. it is resigned that, against his first instinct, he had followed amani’s instructions, and got ready for the funeral, somehow inspired by the pep talk he had received, but also pushed by this feeling that he owed it to her. after everything she did, or tried to do, for him -— wasn’t it the least he could do, really? she deserved at least his presence at her funeral. even if guilt clouded thorn’s judgement, attending still felt like the sensible thing to do. there’s a sighs that escapes him; even now, even though thoughts should have been cleared and mind made up, he’s still distracted. uncomfortable. the suits already feels constricting on him, as if only because of the implications that comes with wearing it.
he is way too distracted to truly pay attention to what he’s doing, thoughts tumbling in his head, trying to figure out what he would do or say if kelly’s family asked for answers. what could he possibly say to them when he knows; it couldn’t have been a simple accident. all he feels at the prospect is dread. but then again, he has to remind himself that he’s got to do this. still: distracted, he sure is. and the only response to amani’s remark is a simple oh. only then is he finally noticing the other’s presence by his side; he doesn’t even have time to fix his tie himself that his friend’s hands are already reaching out to adeptly readjust the item. for a second damien gets lost in thought again, while his eyes stay fixed on the other. it’s only when his friend signals that he’s done that damien’s attention becomes undivided and he nods. “thank you.” and somehow, it means a lot more than just the tie.
sacrificas.
WORLDENDCR → SC
“Before we start, full disclosure, I’ll be recording this for my podcast” he crafts a smile, it’s simple, harmless “I hope that’s okay with you”.
“and what happens if it's not?” it’s spoken so politely, laced with a hint of humor, the question slips right past him; though it sounds humourous enough that he thinks his smile is enough an attempt to salvage the situation. just in case. he huffs, somewhat embarassed. “i mean, do we have to? i'm usually behind a camera, i'm not really used to this.”
hi hello again, let me boop you over to my new ghost seeing child @ghostscaught on which i have been working ......... literally .... all night i just realised omg. anyway she’s cute and i love her so, shrugs
ascendedburial: the darkness: i ain’t your friend
ಠ_ಠ honestly at this point, it is