closed starter for @opulosers ! ↪ on the ice rink !

he's not entirely sure how they've managed to get here , but now he's kinda wishing they weren't ... keith's form is ... interesting , least to say . " you kinda look like ... like a baby deer taking its first steps . " weren't dancers supposed to be elegant ? " have you never ice skated before , or ... ? what's going on ? help me help you . "

little bit of seungsung for my platonic soulmate @hanjesungs

Introducing up and coming punk band from Dallas: The Flying Stars !

regarding: colour me in – HMMMMM okay pls talk to me about this 🎨🤍

Day #73: Grown Up

how do we feel about virgin heeseung !!!!! tell me ur thoughts !!!!!!!

@rorainadream

Location; the haunted house

HANS BRACED HIMSELF, STILLING AT THE sight of Aurora. They hadn't spoken much since she broke the news, and part of him was thankful for it. Hans didn't know what to say.. just that whatever he did end up saying, ended up being the wrong thing. "So are you like allowed in there? Like if you get scared it wont mess with your heart or um.. womb?" he asked, stealing a glance to her belly. "Maybe we could find you something safer to do, like uh face painting!"

♡♡♡ || closed starter for @bloodxhound

He’s back, he’s back!

The rumors spread like wildfire amongst the junior forensics- head forensics Nakamura seems…cheerful today. A tad more lively although asking her about it would be akin to asking for extra paperwork. In the years he’s been absent, a stoic face turned from a characteristic to a necessity. And as one of the head forensics, one who has fought tooth and nail for her position, she cannot afford to let her guard down, even if today is a special day.

Today there will be no partings. Because today there will only be a REUNION.

He’s not at his old desk. Not that Nakamura looked there first- Edgeworth informed her that he was given a promotion and therefore, an office of his own. Skipping past the rows of desks ( and the people there too ), she heads to his office with a moderate stack of paperwork. He’s still in the middle of the onboarding process after all.

She knocks on the door, barely reading the name on the plaque. There’s an affirmation to come in.

“Detective Barlowe?” She says, shouldering the door open. She nods at the familiar face- her old friend. “Nakamura from the Forensics Department- we have some paperwork for you to fill out.”

@musingmixtape | | based on x | | thread count : one

"I don't know...I guess like-- For a little bit there, it sorta felt like we'd make it. Y'know? Like...Like we really loved each other." Glassy eyes had to divert, a genteel bark of laughter barely croaking from lips that might have trembled were she even one more drink in. No matter how much pain their memories awarded her there would always be some level of fondness that Peaches deemed inescapable. Some sweet but strangling reminder of what could have been. "Stupid fucking kids, huh?" And any trace of emotion had been put on the backburner, smile widening before another shot of tequila followed in it's place.

@josephconway // adult paint night

with a lip pulled between their teeth and brows furrowed, ximena stroked their brush across the canvas intently, trying their absolute best to follow the given instructions to a tee. "how is she making those lines?" she curses under her breath, peaking over at joseph's next to her. "are you struggling as badly as i am? i like to consider myself an artist, but i'm starting to think i should just stick to music."

I was falling asleep because it's 4:30 in the morning but then a friend that I have a mild crush on texted me and asked what horror movies corresponds to which areas at camp, and clearly Climbing Wall is Vertigo, Aquatics is Jaws and Ecology-Conservation is The Birds, (these were her assignments) but she wanted to know whether Blair Witch fit Scoutcraft (basic scouting skills) or Handicraft (arts and crafts) more, and I said Handicraft because of the figurine things, then she asked what Scoutcraft would be, and full disclosure, I like horror movies but I don't watch a lot of them. I'm picky. Because I don't like gore or zombies and I have anxiety so it's difficult. Okay. So I literally Googled "outdoor horror movies" and tried to find one that I recognized, and thankfully Midsommar was on that list and I've seen and enjoyed Midsommar, so that's what I said. The only other horror movies I can remember seeing are Cabin in the Woods (masterpiece but doesn't fit) and one I can't remember the name of but it's about a video game and has Frankie Muniz and the guy that played Mary Lightly in Psych. And tbh, most of my horror movies knowledge comes from parody episodes of Psych. Especially the Hitchcock episode. I only knew Vertigo because of Psych. This post was a whole lot of inconsequential nonsense, but I get a pass because it's 4:30am and I'm talking to a cool girl.

@thcmcnstcr, cont. from here.

he lingered nearby, even after withdrawing his lips from the crinkled skin of her forehead. her thoughts felt much too heavy for him to just leave her to them and when she did speak he knew he was right to do so. his hand moved to find hers, to hold and to squeeze gently, as these ancient eyes looked back at her with such genuine bewilderment. "the worst?" he repeated, and though so old and well walked in the many walks of life, he seemed truly surprised at first. in spite of all, he was first and foremost an optimist, a dreamer, hope personified. and every time someone admitted to such anxiety in their heart over something that to him seemed so clear -- well, it did break his heart a bit.

but she was justified in her worry. he never did tell her anything, and neither would michael, as far as he knew. truth be told, he never did exactly because of that. it was not his story to tell and he has done plenty by revealing her nature to her, even if under such immense pressure created by the sheer desperation of one lost and misunderstood, screaming and sobbing for a purpose. poor creature. human and divine alike. with the blood of an archangel in her veins. no wonder her outbursts are such storms to weather. no wonder the mystery of him keeps her up at night.

emmanuel sighs. "child, there is nothing bad even remotely connected to you. you are not a something, you are a someone. someone new, as your kind always are, but... truly, this worst that lives in your mind... please, do not weigh yourself down with it. it is truly just that."

                    IT'S  NOT   her  business   ,   truly   ;   knows  it  in  her  BONES  that  if  her  presence  were  to  be  warranted  she  would've  been  assigned   ,   knows  it  ,  knows  it    ,   and  yet  ,  and  yet  ,  and  yet  ,  sage  finds  herself  sitting  at  his  BEDSIDE  in  the  infirmary  ward  ,  head  resting  on  the  BEDSHEETS  of  sova's  bed   .   (      and  you  know   ---   know  why  they  didn't  put  you  ON  this  mission   .  told  you  that  you  were  RECKLESS   ;   thinking  too  much  with  the  tugging  pain  inside  your  chest  and  not  your  head  ,  but  they  don't  get  it  .  not  really  .  don't  know  what  it's  like  to  grieve  ,  and  grieve  your  family  time  and  TIME  again  ,   see  their  crumpled  body  lying  there  ,  bleeding  out  ,   begging  for  respite  .   they  don't  know  what  it's  like  to  hear  their  last  BREATHS  ,  and  having  to  beg  the  gods  that  had  forsaken  you  to  give  you  strength  one  more  time  .   so  maybe  you're  reckless  .  GRIEVING   .   trying  to  erase  memories  of  your  comrade's  tears  falling  from  THE  PAIN  that  your  heal  simply  cannot  take  AWAY  .   )

             ❛     little  owl   ,     ❜     she  muses  GENTLY  ,   turning  over  to  face  the  other   (     you  hate  what  these  people  do  to  you  .  you  were  supposed  to  be  better  .  be  STRONGER  .   but  you're  still  found  a  mess  ,   when  you  save  them  ,   when  you  cannot  ;  even  when  you  swore  to  yourself  you  didn't  care  .  when  you  KNEW  you  shouldn't  .  when  it  just  made  things  messier   .  worse   .   )  and  squeezes  his  hand  that  RESTS  on  top  of  the  bed  with  her  own  .   bottom  lip  juts  out  into  a  GENTLE  POUT  ,   eyebrows  knitting  together  as  she  looks  at  SOVA  with  WORRY   all  but  painted  on  her  features  .          ❛       please  ,   i  just   ---  i  need  to  know  you're  okay   .     ❜     

                   @dimensionalspades          ♥      angsty  starter  call  .

closed for: @svcreds plot: my friend set me up on a blind date and i can’t really refuse because they think i’ve been single for ages so they think they’re doing me a favour and we have a massive fight about it that ends with us saying “i love you” for the first time

"— what was i supposed to do? say no?!" in a dream world, maybe. but hyunsoo hadn't had a single chance; his friends remained persistent, refusing to let go of the belief that he needed someone to settle down with. someone to keep him from staying out until the sun came up, just for the hell of it.

and... little did they know that he already had that someone, but that was all by agreed upon design!

"he'd set me up once before, baby. and he wouldn't take no for an answer then unless i had a damn good reason. so unless you can give me one before seven o'clock—" he stared with wide eyes, anticipating either an equally destructive comment or maybeareasonthathecould've&should'veused.

but the defensive look only lasted for another moment or two, until hyunsoo's head hangs in silent disappointment. "it wasn't my choice, baby. and it still isn't. i'm sorry— i am."

@faiirytalcs - Vidia

Location; a costume party

HANS SCANNED VIDIA'S BODY HUNGRILY in her costume, his gaze lingering on her chest for a few seconds too long. He licked his lips before grinning and making a beeline for her, before someone else slotted themselves next to her. "You should know that outfit would drive men to insanity." he mused. "What time does it come off at?"