there's a gentleness to the way tj smiles from up in the booth. he didn't hate the concept -- friends getting married and dragging everyone on a cruise for their honeymoon. it meant everyone got a little party out of it. of course a cruise with a bunch of artists usually meant copious amounts of legal and illegal substances. the rest of the patrons probably thought his constant state of drinking la croix ( and la croix adjacent drinks ) was silly, but their friends didn't. even dragged up there to dj for a song or two, his hand is cold from something weak, not something strong.

when he's finally allowed to leave and go dance, he grabs his own husband away from the back where he'd left him. " seriously -- we aren't even in the city and you're still being a wallflower. " his smile grows with the tangle of his arm around @mieczlw's back. " do i have to drag you out onto the dance floor like we're fifteen again? "

⨳ — idiots in love starters

"Maybe we needed all those near-misses to finally wake up to our feelings. Better late than never." - @mieczlw

"near misses....like when I was accidentally blown up by a bomb?" she said, lips quirking up a little bit. it was better than the other thing she could have said. but bringing up her time with jordan was not a good idea. "and our feelings? don't you mean yours baby?

boops his nose because he watched a tik tok of a girl booping big cats and a wolf is the closest thing he has to that. @mieczlw

a moment passed from either surprise or contemplation of murder. yet, there was little to no sin on the human's scent. only a faint smell of possession. linc's eyes glow brightly as they narrowed at him. what was it with humans & poking his damn nose ? " ya get one, porcelet. next 'ime, imma eat a finger. "

translation: porcelet ( piglet )

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || " hey, egon ... why do pizza's come in square boxes? " || @mieczlw

❝ Mostly for cost-related purposes. Square boxes can be made from one singular sheet of cardboard, so they're cheaper and easier to manufacture. ❞

❝ ...I feel like I wasn't actually supposed to know the answer to that question. ❞

" make me. "

         NOBODY. not a single soul. and then, like the kool-aid man, there comes stiles with a goofy ass grin on his damn face. that was the way it had been since the very BEGINNING, therefore, it was rather fitting that even after all this time... while many many things had changed, and evolved, it was still very much the same. ❛   ─   see, where you're concerned... i'll just duct tape your mouth shut and make you watch while i eat all of your curly fries.   ❜

@mieczlw

" will you still love me when i'm eighty and you still look like that.. ? "

green eyes gaze over at his boyfriend, eyes rolling playful. " is that even a question, stilisnki ? " the vampire grins, fingers reaching forward to pull him closer by the collar of his shirt. he inhales his scent, kissing him sweetly for a moment. " i'll love you forever, okay ? " he hums, brushing a thumb over his scruff.

Don't chase the rabbit

FISHING FOR THE SMALL BRASS KEY, THERE'S A MUDDLED SENSE OF SATISFACTION AND BITTERSWEETNESS THAT SITS WITHIN HIS CHEST. inside, bucky's first apartment, little studio advertised to the young, working man. a culmination of his hard-earned money put into the decently-sized abode. blue eyes scan the half-furnished place ( left by the previous owner ). could use a good dusting, but on the whole? he's proud. he's left home now, onto a new chapter, but not too far, if ever family calls.

shoe holds the heavy door open for his best friend to welcome in. ( a mental note reserved in his mind: he ought to get those hinges looked at one day. ) for now, he preoccupies himself with showing steve around the small apartment, and last of all, the window that looks outward to the city. not facing another old building, but faced outward to an open possibility of things. passing cars, passing people — for a moment, he imagines himself among them. arms tangled with books and groceries, home furnishings, or maybe even someone special.

the two exchange words in conversation, between snorts and laughs. bucky hides in his drink as tittering subsides. steve mentions enlistment. amongst all this dreaming he's almost forgotten about what it's like out there. talks of war, enlistment, drafts.

another sip of his drink is a feeble attempt to delay his answer.

“ don't chase the rabbit “

it’s never as easy as it looks in the movies, and she’s already rusty as it is ------------ which means she’s cursing everyone she can think of from james bond to whatever the hell nicolas cage’s character’s name was in gone in sixty seconds while she picks her way through the wires she’d liberated from the steering column. her self - imposed time limit of five minutes isn’t looking all that great ( which gets cage a second round of cursing for no real reason other than the whole sixty seconds thing ); which means @mieczlw is going to have to play lookout over in the passenger’s seat a little longer than she’d originally promised. “having fun over there?” she has to ask outright because she can’t exactly see him ------- practically folded in half and partially wedged under the dashboard makes for a poor sightline.

“of all the illegal things i’ve done ,  this is probably the least illegal.”

her laugh cracks in the middle when the back of her head hits the steering wheel, her punishment for attempting to peek over her shoulder at him as best she can.

“this week, or in general? what are they even teaching you over there at quantico?”

@mieczlw: "Hold onto me, okay? I'll get us out of here."

he   shouldn’t   be   here.   the   white   walls   of   the   lab   are   a   cold   and   harsh   environment   ,   a   place   that   miecz   should   never   have   to   see.   he’d   heard   little   bits   and   pieces   ,   bite   sized   horror   stories   that   has   slipped   from   jason’s   mouth   ,   but   he   never   should’ve   witnessed   this.   jason’s   not   stupid   ,   he   knows   his   dad   can   handle   himself   ,   but   the   fear   still   pounds   in   his   chest.   small   body   trembles   ,   stares   up   at   the   silhouette   of   his   dad   in   disbelief.   his   form   in   the   doorway   of   his   tiny   concrete   cage   ,   moving   closer   both   at   high   speed   and   in   slow   motion.

he’s   in   his   dad’s   arms   before   he   knows   it   ,   soaking   wet   and   bloodied   ,   clinging   to   the   familiar   torso.   he   can   barely   stand   ,   though   he’s   sure   his   dad   would’ve   picked   him   up   even   if   he   could.   the   boy   is   clearly   smaller   than   he   was   when   he   got   taken   again   ,   has   clearly   gone   through   horrible   things   in   his   containment.   the   gash   in   the   center   of   his   face   was   proof   enough   of   that.   he   clings   tightly   to   his   dad’s   body   ,   buries   his   head   in   his   shoulder.   some   part   of   him   doesn’t   believe   they’ll   make   it   out   ,   is   just   trying   to   make   the   most   out   of   this   moment   before   he   inevitably   ends   up   locked   away   again.

[   text   to   ››   julie   ]         /         not   that   it   was   the   first   thing   i   noticed   ,   i   was   a   little   preoccupied   but   i   did   notice   there's   a   lack   of   knife   ...   that's   an   improvement.      i   can   fantasise   without   the   thoughts   of   my   dick   being   sliced   off   by   accident.      win   win.  

↳  ⌈  txt  ;  HOT COLESLAW  ⌉  ；if i was gonna bobbit you babe, it would be on purpose and not on accident. ↳  ⌈  txt  ;  HOT COLESLAW  ⌉  ；but i'm glad you like the picture 😌 ↳  ⌈  txt  ;  HOT COLESLAW  ⌉  ；i also don't always have a knife, gosh. sometimes i need both hands to do stuff.

―― 「 @mieczlw 」

If this is happening tonight, what are we gonna do?

" he's a ten , and he has never done anything wrong in his life ever so actually he's a one hundred. "

" nothing wrong in my whole life, huh? considering you're the only person in the world that sees it like that i'm gonna call those some love blinders you've got on. "

send a ! to see what lincoln really thinks of your muse.

the  sudden  inquiry  had  surprised  him.  he  had  been  warned  by  the  wolf  derek  that  this  young  man  was  a  chaotic  force  to  which  there  was  no  tether.  still  lincoln  wondered  the  reason  such  information  from  him  would  matter.  “  sometimes ,  i  want  t’punch  ‘he  fuck  outta  ya  just  to  shut  ya  up ,  “  lincoln  mused.  a  twitch  of  a  smirk  curling  on  his  lips  before  he  sighed  and  waved  the  human  away.

“  but  it  gets  on  m’last  nerve  t’see  how  everyone  dismisses  ya  for  being  stupid ,  “  his  eyes  burn  bright  crimson  as  they  narrowed  at  stiles ,  “  including  yaself.  even  your  own  pa  thinks  you  lack  brains.  they  don’t  see  you’re  clumsy  ‘cause  you  be  thinking  four  moves  ahead.  you  annoy  the  shit  outta  me  that  ya  don’t  stand  up  t’your  friends  and  call  ‘em  out.  you  don’t  need  ‘em.  they  need  you. guess can say , i like ya regardless of ya being an annoying fuck.  “

@mieczlw

. NOT EVEN THE strategic use of his nickname for her could dissuade Becky from finishing her ministrations. Becky looked up, her nose crinkled in amusement. She couldn't flick him, which is what she'd usually do when he was being ridiculous, due to the gloves on her hands. Instead, a bony elbow angled up and out and nudged him in the upper arm as she rolled her eyes.

"I wouldn't run out of them so fast if you didn't get hurt so much," she reminded him, shuffling through the rolling cart for a moment before pulling out a box of brightly-colored bandages. "But lucky for you, I restocked for you last week. Will you sit still now?"

( @mieczlw ) « " bernie , if there are no chatracter band-aid's then what is the point? "

❛ this isn't the first time I've gone without sleep. ❜​

                   ❛   ─   that's so not the point, stiles...   ❜ the wold commented. no, the point was that stiles had been dead on his feet, prior to the both of them heading upstairs for the night. but now that they were COMFORTABLE in bed, stiles couldn't get situated in one spot, which in turn meant that he was becoming progressively more and more huffy. ❛   ... do you want to try swapping spots? maybe my side of the bed will be more comfortable, or something.   ❜

lack of sleep   |      @mieczlw