6. My muse finds yours unconscious in an alleyway.
He’d just gotten out of school, walking home with the heavy weight of his backpack on his shoulders. He just wanted to go home; he was exhausted, and Andrés was supposed to be back early today. But suddenly, out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure lying facedown in the alleyway to his left. Not just any figure, he quickly realized — it was Andrés!
Sergio sprinted to the other boy’s side, throwing his backpack aside and crouching beside his brother. “My god...” His hands frantically grasped his collar, pulling him onto his back and wiping the blood from his nose. “Andrés...” He frantically put a hand in front of his nose, televised when he felt the air come out. “Andrés!” He shook him, desperate for his big brother to wake up and be okay.
Lucy’s generally more quiet and shy when around a lot of people, so I can see their teams hanging out and while their idiots are all being...well, idiots, they just chill in a corner and talk like calm and reasonable people
“ i’ve been told the same by at least half a dozen angels. you’ll have to forgive me if i’m wary. ” for such righteous creatures as they, angels were certainly not always honest. at least he can say he is being earnest in his statement, regardless how difficult it is to address how overwhelmed he feels otherwise. “ i’ve never heard of you, besides. would you care to explain who you are? ”
∟ @heartlanded // (x)
‘ just half a dozen? ’ almost leaves her lips, but she thinks better of the jest. Instead opting for a more... respectful silence. At least for now. “I know how that can be... sorry.” Not as if she felt she were at fault or something, no-- just, you know-- empathizing that’s all. She’d be lying if she said she’d never run into angels with less than pure motives. As much as her brethren would probably despise her for admitting it-- she’s met demons who were more honest than some angels. And that is why she takes her time with him-- gives him space, listens to how he feels, and hears what he thinks. Because she knows. She knows enough.
“Y’know,” she tips her head, lips pulling halfheartedly into a lopsided smile. “--Think I’d be more surprised if you had.” There were those who knew of her existence-- many of which were unfortunately dead now-- but there were... some. She has long since come to terms with this fact though. She wasn’t a secret. Just... unknown. There was no reason for her to be known. Knowledge of her existence would serve no significance nor positive purpose. It wasn’t as if she’d ever be participating in wars or contributing her power to anyone but the human race in any case, so---
“... I feel like that question should be a lot easier to answer than it is.” she jokes. Or.. half jokes anyway. Brows raise apologetically, and she splays a hand, lips parting in an attempt to explain. “I’m...” And her lips press together just as quickly, fingers curl on themselves.. and she lets out a sigh, shoulders relaxing. “..Well... a lot of things, I guess.” Which she knew was entirely unhelpful (yet at the same time, she suspected.. somehow relatable).
So.. she tries elaborate, in some way at least. Takes a half step toward him, hand extended-- tentatively offering to share something with him. “You’ve never met or probably even seen me before-- most angels haven’t-- but you’ve felt me...” a tick, “... you know?” A little cryptic maybe but... she smiles softly. “Every time an angel enters prayer; that warmth that washes over you... The holy cleansing light-- ?” a shallow, nod-- eyes soft; pleasant. Eager even, in sharing this with him. Oh, to be known-- it’s surely not the greatest thing in the universe... but oh, it is nice sometimes... isn’t it..?
"no one ever does these" hey i'm right here >:( /nm ahdkfldjs because of that tag i'm gonna send you one for each
for a band you know: fall out boy
a band you don't know: holding absence
a song: dr sunshine is dead by will wood
an album: take this to your grave <3
jsbdjsdn thank you for always sending me asks soma <33
fall out boy: done!
If I don’t know them:
First song youtube took me to: nomoreroses
First Impression: the intro jumpscared me because i had my volume all the way up lmao. this guy is really good at singing. to quote my favorite comment on this video: “this shit was kind of moving TBH”. i feel like if i listened to this in a pitch black room my soul might leave my body.
Do I like it?: YES a lot more than i thought i would
There is something about the chaos of a thunder storm that calms me. The lightning striking the dark sky, giving us a small flash of light before darkness takes over again. I stand here in this rain, feeling the drops touch my skin and watching them slide off ever so gently.
Some people wait for the rainbow at the end of the storm but me? I wait for the cloudy skies to take over and shed the tears I sometimes can’t.
ok we know sammy loves dogs (he had bones and riot) but i also think he would love cats especially like a ragdoll or persian or something that (NOT from a breeder and also probs not purebred or anything) just like a nice cat who just want to sleep in sam's lap for hours while he reads and sleep on his chest at night <3
I really really really hate when my friends send me downloaded fanart, without the tumblr/instagram/twitter link or wherever the artist uploads their art.
“Irene, don’t be mad, it’s no big deal”
Yes, it is. I mean, most artists don’t like (and I include myself) that sort of thing. Isn’t it easier to spread the official link? Then maybe we all could go to the tweet or post and give it love, and just stop doing it wrong.
“Sorry, I can’t do that cos I was watching fanarts in another kind of page, like pinterest (or whatever)”
Oh, shut up. There are not excuses for not doing it well.