#condolescence

[magicmorningmeteora]

[chuuyascumsock]

ANON FROM PREV ASK ABT 🧀 ANON X READER I WANNA APOLOGIZE I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED MY DEEPEST CONDOLESCENCES

(make me 🐍 anon plspls mommy pls mommy i want to be an emoji anon mommy sorry mommy/j)

Bro let the intrusive thoughts win 💀

[charlesgl2017]

You want to be effective. The times he did not suffer alleviates. The times he escaped alleviates. The times he suffered alleviates. Times he healed alleviates. Know the timing. You can't until converted. You want to go to a better place? Then stop stealing from me. He only wanted to save The One. The One is anyone one in the world except the devil. Tricky, huh? Why assume? Condolescence condescension.

[sserpente]

Condolescence (Chapter IXX)

Pairing: Adam (Only Lovers Left Alive) x OFC Language: English Rating: M

Read it on AO3!

Not even in the slightest was the Palmer Park as famous as the usual sight-seeing spots tourists stormed to in Detroit and especially at this time of the day, with the sun long gone and the moonlight mildly illuminating the soil path before them, a heavy layer of peace and quiet had covered the spot of nature in a soft blanket, clutching it frantically.

Tal leaned in closer to Adam, taking in the scent of his black leather jacket. He had put on his gloves, an arm wrapped firmly but gently around her waist as he pressed a tender kiss on her forehead and stroked her hips.

Compared to him she could barely see her own feet before her, let alone her surroundings and yet, she revelled in the beauty of the night. The shapes of trees and bushes, invisible flowers, usually bright with colours, swallowed by the vast darkness… a soft sigh escaped her lips.

“It’s so beautiful out here…”

“Yeah,” Adam murmured quietly.  “I used to come here a lot after Eve died. When the wind rustled through the leaves, I thought I would hear her voice. Now I hear her in my head. It’s like her soul never really left me.”

Perhaps she should be scared away by such a confession. Learning that Adam still mourned his dead wife, an immortal woman he had spent so many centuries with but strangely… she wasn’t. She understood Eve would forever be a part of him. There was no jealousy, not like there had been for Ava before she had introduced herself as Eve’s sister.

“What does she say?” Tal whispered, nuzzling in even closer to him.

“She encouraged me. To keep going, to accept that I fell in love with you, Tal… to tur—“ He paused, pressing his thin lips together.

Tal looked up, attempting to make out his blue eyes in the darkness. Her own eyes widened but her surroundings remained utterly dark. She could barely hear him breathing, yet she noticed he was tensing.

Eve encouraged him to turn her? What was stopping him then when even his dead wife wanted him to embrace this new love to keep for the rest of eternity? She wouldn’t ream. Instead, she sucked in a deep breath and gave him a tight hug to express her understanding.

Adam sighed. “Perhaps I should,” he suddenly said, breaking the comforting silence once more. “Perhaps I’m just too selfish to do it.”

“Adam, I won’t force you. I won’t even speak of it again if you don’t want me to. I can feel how much this is bothering you and I’m sorry to be the one who caused that. I can wait. As long as I can stay with you, I can wait.”

“I love you.” He muttered quietly in response.

“I love you too, Adam.”

They spent two more hours just walking through the park silently, bathing in each other’s presence and enjoying each other’s company right until Tal was freezing from the cold which was clutching at her limbs like merciless claws.

It was nice not to talk, nice to understand each other without any words. The sexual tension, the passionate friction between them, it was tangible when they got in the car and drove back to Adam’s house.

The lights were all out when they arrived, with no music or another person’s presence welcoming them home.

“Where’s Ava?”

“Gone for good, I hope.”

Truth was, Adam didn’t want to worry her. Ava had never cared about taking life to still her hunger, it was likely she was out dancing with strangers only to lure them into an abandoned, dimly lit alley to suck all blood out of their bodies.

He shivered when he imagined it, hoping for Tal’s sake she would return sated.

“I’ll make myself something to eat, I’m rather hungry.” Tal stated with a shy smile, letting go of Adam’s hand rather reluctantly.

“Alright. I’ll prepare you a bath so you can warm up.”

“Thank you.”

Contently, she strolled over into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She would have to go shopping soon again. Tal still hated asking Adam for money but if he noticed there was no more food for her in the house, he would throw a tantrum and scold her anyway. She might as well mention it. Perhaps in the bathtub, where he would hopefully join her? No… if he did so, they would be doing something entirely different. Tal didn’t even care the water would mix with her blood.

She pressed her legs together when she imagined it, wetness pooling in her panties within seconds.

She screamed when she closed the fridge again. Ava was leaning against the wall, her blonde hair frizzy and wild as if she’d spent an adventurous night.

She was grinning when Tal locked eyes with her with raised eyebrows. “Hey…”

“Hi. Bet your night wasn’t even half as fun as mine was.”

“That depends.” The question as to whether she killed anyone lay heavy on her tongue, yet the words wouldn’t come. Don’t provoke her.

“Did Adam get some more blood by any chance?”

“No… I mean, you drank everything, he was pretty pissed about it.” Anger boiled in Tal’s stomach. Ava had seemed likable at first, she’d liked her cheerful nature and now… ever since Adam had warned her about her, she was suspicious. She knew not to judge people by other people’s opinions but Ava… Ava was a murderer. A ruthless vampire who would, so she was sure, not hesitate to kill her.

“Ugh, come on. Can’t you let me take a sip from you then? Just one! I promise I’m gentle! I mean you already know what it feels like.” She flinched when her eyes turned to the familiar golden and brown colour she had come to adore so much when Adam fed on her. Her canines pushed against her lower lip, a silent hiss underlining her change of appearance. This was different… this was… terrifying.

“No, Ava.” Tal spat, backing away with trembling limbs. “Didn’t you feed earlier? I mean, you went out as well, didn’t you?” She tried hard to stop her voice from shaking. Vampires could sense fear and anxiety, that she was very well aware of.

“No… those boys were all so ugly. LA is so much more exciting, seriously.”

“Adam… Adam! Adam, help me!” She shrieked, panicking. When Adam drank from her, it was… intimate. It was something only the two of them shared, the gift she made him fuelling his life, giving him something of her to taste that no other man ever had. If Ava were to take it now… forcefully and without her consent…

“Tal, get in the bathroom.” Relief flooded her veins when she heard his voice behind her. Stern, intimidating and wrathful, it thundered through the old kitchen. Tal obeyed immediately. Rushing past Adam to lock herself in the room he had come from, she pressed her ear against the cool wood, listening to what happened outside. Her heart was still pounding like a steam hammer, the rush of adrenaline pumping through her veins like poison.

“I warned you, Ava, I warned you to get the fuck out of my house.”

“You’re so boring, seriously. Will you ever change?  Now that Eve is gone, I would have expected you to become a little more like you were before you knew her.”

“I only ever tolerated you because of her! I fucking hate you, Ava! The only way I want to see you is shoved in a coffin with a wooden stick through your fucking cold heart!”

Silence. For an awful short moment, there was nothing but silence.

“Where’s your sense of bloodlust gone, huh?” She replied darkly. Her voice was shaking, her eyes glistening with disappointment and actual hurt. She wouldn’t let him see, yet both Adam and Tal could hear it. “You know what, maybe I should turn your beloved new girlfriend. I’d love to see her struggle with being a blood-sucking monster like you do. I’d like to see you struggling trying to help her and then losing her!”

Adam flinched, hesitating to answer.

“Oh my God, you have thought of turning her, haven’t you? You are in love with her! Fucking shit, she’s not your pet, you’re in love with her! Come on, Adam, let’s make her one of us right now. If you don’t want to share her with me—it makes sense now, really, you’ve always been a selfish prick—then what’s the point of keeping her around? She’ll die anyway eventually!”

“Don’t you fucking go near her!”

The sound that reached Tal’s ears from behind the bathroom door resembled a light breeze of the wind, right before someone started rattling at the door as if their life depended on it.

“Open up, Tallulah, I got a present for you!” Ava chirped in a singing voice. She was strong. Petite and childish but strong.

“Have you gone mad?!” Tal screamed when she kicked open the door, breaking a hole into it. Dust and splinters of wood sliced through the air, causing her to lose orientation for a moment. The shock was prominent on her face when she slipped on the moist tiles on the floor and hit her elbow on the edge of the bathtub.

Adam stormed in right after, towering over her helpless form like a tiger when Ava darted forward to reach for her, her fangs sharp and ready to kill.

How could this have gotten out of hand so quickly? She had seemed so nice, so cheerful and happy… was this what being a vampire really meant? Turning into a wrathful beast with no emotion and morals when hunger called and lured?

No… no, Adam had been drinking from her for so long now and not once had he lost control. He was different. He was good. No. She should be thankful.

Clutching at her aching elbow, she stared up at the vampires in pure terror, watching how they growled like wild animals. Too fast for the human eye, they moved, fighting, punching and biting until they were out of sight, so merely the sounds of breaking furniture, shattering glass and the dull thuds of feet stomping on the carpets reminded of their restless presence.

“I won’t let you fucking touch her,” Adam spat through gritted teeth, his eyes dark golden, his canines ready to strike. Ava let out a court but scornful laugh. “We’ll see about that. You were always more fun where there were three of us. How could you even say those things? You are my family!”

“You never were, Ava! You never were, look at you! All you do is destroy and kill and ruin everything I work for so hard!”

For just a brief second, he hesitated. Would Eve want this? Them fighting? Them tearing each other apart? Adam was ready to kill her. For all she had done in the past and especially for trying to hurt Tallulah. It was where it ended, where she tripped over the bold red line he had drawn. If something happened to this mortal woman hiding in his bathroom… he would lose himself and finally join Eve wherever she had gone.

“I’m trying to help you! I’m trying to make your miserable life a little better and you hate me for it! You hate me for it!” Frantic sobs escaped her lips as they kept sparring uncontrollably, one trying to off the other like nothing else mattered. In the moment, it didn’t. They tumbled into the kitchen without realising, knocking over the table and the wooden chairs. The legs screeched over the tiles, sending ice cold shivers up and down Tal’s spine as she hugged her knees and began rocking back and forth, praying for this to be a terrible nightmare.

If something happened to Adam… she was sure to lose herself and finally join her family wherever they had gone.

“I’ll give you a reason to hate me, Adam. I’ll fucking kill her for you!”

One second of awful, painstaking and heart-breaking silence passed. The cracking of wood echoed through the house, then the sound of a body colliding with the ground. She couldn’t see it—but she could hear it. The blood, how it splashed, how it stained the remnants of the chair and the bright tiles on the kitchen floor.

Tal’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening in shock.

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[transmascnepetaleijon]

mayhaps you need a little vriska in your life. a little luck. hopefully your ass gets better, king - 👻

this is funny bc my aspect is literally light jhdks

but im a knight so i mustve used it all on someone because jesus am i getting fucked today

[goodgrac3s]

                 "no?  why  the  change?"  taking  a  drag  from  her  cigarette,  she  swallows  the  pressure  to  ask  if  the  other  was  anxious  for  some  special  reason  —  after  all,  katherine  is  not  here  to  mourn  her  sister  exactly,  but  to  keep  an  eye  on  things.  the  blonde  hums  at  the  jest,  offering  what  could  pass  as  an  awkward  nod,  even  though  she's  not  particularly  embarrassed  she  doesn't  know  the  other's  first  name  (maybe  she  should,  considering  how  cozy  she  was  getting  with  ethan  last  night,  but  it's  been  years  since  anything  ethan  did  bothered  her).  "yeah.  you  don't  have  to  offer  me  your  condolesces,  too."  she's  flattered  she's  been  recognized,  that  line  of  pride  running  through  her  strongly,  but  knows  better  than  to  act  vainglorious.  "i'm  sure  you  are  mourning  lizzie  in  your  own  way." 

Shayanne rolls the joint around in between her index finger and thumb, nodding her head. "I normally don't either but..." She was nervous about being here, wondering if she should have stuck to her dorm room instead. Last thing she wants is people questioning her relationship with the golden girl. It was the first time she ever tried to make a real friend before and it somehow bit her on the ass. She brushes her tongue along her lower lip as she takes the lighter from her. She sort of wants to explain herself; explain why the pot is something she is only doing to get through today. She places the blunt between her lips and flicks the lighter, igniting a flame. She raises it up to burn the end of the blunt, her eyes lifting up toward the blonde. "Most people call me Shay," she teases. "And you are Katherine."

@pr3cisian

[raspberrymoriarty]

Happy pride month to me and the straight cis guy I’m dating who didn’t know what to say so he congratulated me for being queer :))

[prelovednikaidou]

a letter :: gojo satoru

-to you, my dearest love. from me, your biggest sinner.

genre: angst.

a/n: i'm thinking of the movie 'atonement' but in here, none of us have the blessing of a chance to do so.

Dear my love,

How I wish I had the guts to ask how you're feeling, but knowing how well he must've taken care of you, I chosed to not acknowledge the lacking I have when I had you. If I was selfish for thinking this way, then so be it.

This letter serves no purposes. I just had the feeling that if I were to call you in person, I'd stumble across his voice, picking up the call in your stead. I refuse to know that. I refuse to know how you have your outmost trust regarding your stuffs in him, something you never did when you were with me. Don't worry, I learn my place.

It's ironic how I was the one who asked for an end, yet I'm the one who's more miserable after the connection I had with you has to come to the closure. It should've been you, who should wail upon my request. But why, Satoru. Why did you have to look like the biggest lump in your chest finally disappeared, the moment I bid you goodbye? Why did you have the most gentle smile as you hugged me, more gentle than the first kiss we had?

Was it because deep inside your heart, there stood his figure in a place that I couldn't reach? Was it because every affection that I mistook was laced with an underlaying guilt? Was it because I was the other person between you and him?

Because if the answer to all of that is a 'yes', then forgive me since I'm a sinner and I've never felt guilty for doing so. I'm a vile woman, and our departing is the punishment I must withstand. I've come to accept, that your love did not belong to me anymore.

No, keep your heart shut. I know you're saying something in your chest. Something that may run along the lines such as,

"I never love you to be honest."

Don't say it. At least in the tiniest presence of me from this mere letter, please, have mercy on me. You can admit it when you're having a cup of coffee in the morning or when you're getting ready to meet him. You can do whatever you want, but never when you're reading this letter.

Because please let me believe, that this parting hurt you too. Let me believe that I wasn't the only one who's struggling to live after we left each other. Let me believe that you actually did feel something for me.

Satoru, did I ever love you?

Did I ever love you like how you wished me to? Did I ever love you until you couldn't take it anymore? Because how could you. How could you stand me, accepting whatever I gave without an ounce of guilt. Was my love never big enough for you to admit that it wasn't me who you desired? Should I have been trying a little harder for you to be sincere?

Do I, as a person, has never reminded you of him?

Save that, you don't have to answer. Because either of the results - none of it would be a comfort to me. Perhaps, between my need for your sincerity, I've lost my love in the way and what I felt at this moment is just jealousy.

Truthfully speaking, I barely know you. You hid yourself like a sulking cat, to which I was wrong. It wasn't about you hiding something bad from me. It was simply you, not being able to open up or accepting me. Might it be my touches, my kisses, my pamperings, all of it were worthless. I've grew exhausted, Satoru. For this I must apologise because it seemed like the love I claimed to have for you knew its limit.

In this life, I spent my nights thinking of how sweet your love would taste when you were already sleeping in my bed, beside me. How foolish, that the gap between our body seemed to be more distant than the warmth of his memory inside your heart.

With condolescence,

Me.

Blood splurted across the floor, the Shibuya Train Station was tossed into a wreck after a sudden tragedy fall upon those innocent lives. It had something to do with curses and paranormal activities to which leaving non-socerers to spread out like a wild fire, running for their lives.

Gojo was recently released from the trap set by Kenjaku, he couldn't wrap his mind as fast he could because the sight of him, staggered his sanity and rationality. He missed him so much. Too damn much that words couldn't describe on how pathetic he could be at the mercy of his long, deceased lover.

Was it a living body? That was him. That was Geto Suguru, he knew it. He knew it but his heart couldn't recall the same throbbing he felt years ago. The sweet fluttering of his pulse went cold because right now, in his arms was another figure. Standing on his shaky legs, Gojo's eyes were wide, blue pupils trembled and the running blood in his veins felt like stopping.

Bloody red ink that stained the floor non-stop, the small body in his hold was limp, lifeless. Blood pouring out of the small mouth, and only after Gojo heard a distant voice calling for him - that he realised what happened.

He was coming his neck. A sharp, thick blade that could immediately divide his head from his body was seen to be precisely swung to his way. Gojo couldn't move. Not when he thought of how he could finally rest with his long lost lover. He was accepting his death. But it seemed like, in this very pitiful and lonely world, there was actually a person in this life that wanted him as a whole.

Not as the strongest socerer. But as a human. Yet he was too late to realise as the blade pierced deeply into the living flesh in front of him, ripping out the churning insides of intenstines that the nerby passengers grew pale. It was traumatic. It was painful. But how could the same small figure used the little strength that left to push him to the back.

She still wanted him alive. She still wanted him to continue waking up to the person who would make him happy. For her, she wanted him to be happy a little longer. This was all she could do in replacement of the stolent years she took, the time where he had to force his smiles - she wanted him to live a little longer so he could experience all that finally with his lover. She wanted him to be happy. Since it's been so long for him, to smile that reach his beautiful eyes.

So how could she stand still when she saw a brash figure was aiming straight for him. She couldn't. Everything acted out within her instinct just like how she used to. Everything laid in front of her, reminding her of the sweet past where she used to aid his wounds, where she would stand by his side while the both of them would sit in silence, welcoming the comfort of each other. She should be afraid. She should run. But the hollow gaze she saw in his eyes deserved to be shielded.

Perhaps, she had already understand that she could never not love him. He was, the love that she wanted keep inside her for as long as she can.

"Gojo sensei!!" A voice rang from his side but Gojo couldn't reply. His body weakened and he fall to the ground, holding the body that was losing its warmth by missing seconds. Yuuta walked closer to his teacher, the train station was finally being emptied by the curse technique he applied. It should be fine to escort his teacher out and have him control the mass.

However, Yuuta didn't expect for him to see his teacher, face as pale as a white sheet as he rocked his body back and forth, almost like consoling the figure in his tight hold. Yuuta couldn't step forward. Not when the aura emitted from his teacher was deadly.

But among all the eery feeling emitted from Gojo, Yuuta could sense something that he didn't thought Gojo was capable of understanding.

It was despair.

Sitting in the puddle of her blood, only now Gojo understood on how selfish he was. He was chasing a dimming light that was bound to end, while she was struggling and trottling around simply by chasing his shadow. The smile she had when he hugged her, the same scent he used to smell when he kissed her forehead - it was blinded by blood.

How long would it take for Gojo to realise that Geto Suguru was never his curse. It was love. Just like the love he had easily toyed him around, he cursed the same thing upon her. The three of them, were binded by love that it cursed all of them.

"F-fuck..."

Yuuta heard, he took a measured step to the emotionally unstable teacher and wanted to make peace but the fat beads of tears rolled down the high cheeks of Gojo Satoru, unable to conceal his grief. How foolish. He stuffed his face to the nook of her neck, the same very neck that he used to plant kisses. The same very neck that still carried the necklace he gave.

He was stupid. So stupid that he refused to respond to her look of disappointment when he agreed to the break up. Disappointment was often attached to anger but those soft face could never curve its brows to scold him. But flattened, she accepted everything with her open arms.

Now, not only he put the safety of public at the stake of Kenjaku, he also lost the only person who'd be willing to protect the strongest socerer.

The world had been very lonely for Gojo not because people viewed him in a respectful glance and afraid of him. It was others, who didn't care to note on his being as he could protect himself. As if he couldn't be hurt and won't bleed. But at what cost for Gojo Satoru to finally met such a person who proved him that the world isn't a dreadful and lonely path.

"I... I'm sorry.. I, of fuck... why the hell would you... fuck..!" He screamed, tears blurring his vision and those shaky lips finally landed on her mouth. The taste of her gloss wasn't there. What was burning the tip of gis tongue was the iron taste of her blood.

"Satoru-san, which lip color suits me the best?"

"Red."

"Eh, really? Should I buy one?"

He recalled the nonchalant answer he gave in order to cut the conversation short. He shook his head, body trembled heavily as he whispered,

"No..no... red doesn't suit your lips... no... you look the best when..." his breath hitched, eyes tightly clenched as he brought her body deeper to his body and he said, "...when you have my lips on you.. fuck... fuck... I... should have kissed you... so fucking much... fuck.. now you can't taste the kiss you love so much.. fuck..reply to me wont you... fuck."

Laying beside the river in her hometown, Satoru played his finger with the water - creating small ripples as the water lillies followed the flow. His eyes were mindless and there he laid, with a letter placed on top of his chest. The sun was peeking through the heavy trees around him. It was windy and the weather was beautiful. He closed his eyes momentarily but it had been so long since he had his own peace when he rest.

Thus, his heavy eye lashes fluttered close and he drove himself to sleep but before he could finally sober up, he noticed that the letter he treasured more than anything else had gone missing. He immediately looked around and catching a sight of the blood stained letter was floating by the river beside him.

Gojo set his shoes by the shore, carefully taking off his coat as he didn't want to wet his cloth. So he dipped his feet to the chilly water, slowly paving his way to catch the letter yet the stream of river grew stronger and pushed the letter far ahead. He also followed the flow. Slowly, his fingers reached the letter but what he failed to notice was when the water lillies followed the ripples, it went straight to the broad water as if there was a huge force from the mountain -

where its root could no longer reach the soil,as the river grew deeper and deeper.

"A little more," He smiled. Unknown to the tragedy that may come as his sight was only to chase the remnants of his love.

Taglist: will update soon hehe <3

[monkey-d-ace]

Do your friends call you on your birthday to give you their condolescences because your favorite character died 12 years ago on your birthday or are you normal?

[lillithdv8]

Condolesces friend, don’t get too attached

not office related but i’ve been binging 911 (by binging i mean being two eps away from s3 after watching for 3 days) and bobby nash- new babygirl unlocked. that man is the cutest yet hottest being to walk this earth,he’s been through more than anything ever like OH MY GOD. his trauma makes me die a little inside every time i think about it yet he’s still managed to be this cutie.

[profoundtyrantharmony]

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[alexiaugustin]

that quote in a little life where jude goes back to work after willem's death and immediately says that he does not want anyone to offer him their condolescences and that he doesn't want anyone to mention willem's name ever. and then him saying that he later regretted that and wanted people to say his name so badly that he started turning towards strangers who would say the name willem or anything that sounded similar to his name on the street. something about not being able to bear hearing the name of a loved one right after they've died because you know that you would start spiraling when you're going through the five stages of grief and you're still in denial. something about not being able to bear people never even mentioning the name of a loved one after they've died after some time has passed because it makes you feel like the world has forgotten about the person you love the most and you're the only one who cannot move on and are left with your grief on your own. god.

[bartonsarcheryacademy]

They had THIS and nobody (besides Wanda..bless her) had a goddamn thought to comfort the poor guy after he lost Natasha. Yes, they all made sacrifices, but come-fucking- on !!! Nobody had a word of condolescence ? A hug? No... again Clint was left alone with his grief. Just like nobody cared for the aftermath of his mind control. Nobody cared about him losing Coulson (and they were close. Coulson mentions it in Agents of SHIELD. ) He picks hinself up and does what he thinks is right every.damn.time..and doesn't even get an 'I'm sorry' when his best friend dies. It makes me angry each time. Clint deserved more.

Well, we all have a face

What we hide away forever,

And we take it out and show ourselves

when everyone is gone

Billy Joel — Stranger

•••

Natasha is a professional spy. She has worn masks all her life. Whether it's for work or her own safety, she does it so easily, as if at the snap of her fingers. La femme fatale or girl next door, pretty fool, penitent sinner. A flick of eyelashes, a raised eyebrow, just a subtle change in body language—and a new mask is on.

Over the years, she'd had to change hundreds of masks. Maybe more. She doesn't count. She looks into the cracked and dirty mirror in just one another trashy hotel in Budapest and doesn't know who she's looking for there.

There have been so many masks over the years that Natasha has forgotten who's the woman behind all of them. Who the real Natasha is. It seems that all those masks have rubbed against her skin forever.

Sometimes it seems to her that there is nothing underneath. The real Natasha is simply does not exist. She's a blank sheet ready to put on any personality you need. A faceless puppet, pulled by the strings by the Dreykov.

And then Natasha meets Barton.

He is absolutely impossible, really. His face is just too sincere and plain for a spy. It terribly shows all emotions so clearly.

Barton makes Natasha laugh a lot; Barton teases Natasha; Barton plays tic-tac-toe with her; Barton watches the Budapest on fire with her.

Barton looks at her and sees something she does not see.

Barton tells her old jokes and Natasha laughs, throwing back her beautiful head, laughs for the first time in years. They're each others shoulder to lie on. The back to feel safe.

Natasha looks in the mirror of trashy hotel in some godforsaken town while Clint sleeps in the next bed. For the first time in years, Natasha sees a woman behind all those masks. She's finally find her in his eyes.

The real Natasha, the one who is she with Clint.

[malewifecombat]

mind doing the full body of hank, sanford, deimos and 2bdammed in your style?

im glad to hear you like my art tht much, but i fear i cant do that for free. got other things on my plate rn. if its of any condolescence im working on busts of auditor, hank, deimos and sanford. i might throw a 2bdamned in for you though. well see

[queenlokibeth]

One of my professors just straight up gave me his condolescences for the fact that I won't be able to see Harry in concert, and yes, he called him "Harry" not "Harry Styles". In conclusion, my professor is a stan

[dogs-treet]

aah see now boyyour condolesces have me trapped in the dymension of mealy winding wood

guys what if the im ☹️the wearher what if i wear some clothes? just k (kidding) but for serious like if? you like? drop a like! Not a beggar, just a Chooser ha. its cooltown