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bencvolentways‌:

Sleep? Sounds fake. They’ve vowed to take care of one another, easing each other’s anxiety however they can. Naps usually help. It’s their attempt at self-care but Brooklyn’s eyes are glued to the tiled ceiling. She feels awful for messing up the technique but lately, sleep isn’t coming easily. “Hm?” She looks over to Eren, propping herself up a bit as he brows furrow in response. “Like…a gown?” She grins, her gaze falling on the walk-in closet of her bedroom. “I suppose twenty minutes or so. Why?” 

twenty minutes? how is that even possible? his grooming alone takes twenty minutes, and yet brooklyn claims she can be ready in the same time. again, she surprises him. “i mean, it doesn’t have to be a gown-gown. just... whatever makes you feel good,” he corrects himself, not having considered that dressing up may not be something brooklyn enjoys. “i told you, i have an idea. it involves... going out.”

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bencvolentways‌:

“Ferah.” This had to be a joke. How did she get stuck with this man baby? “The Devil incarnate? Well, I’ve never heard that before but I’ll take it as a compliment for now.” She grinned and slid a cup of tea toward Eren. “Your father is great friends with mine.” Which, come to think of it, doesn’t ease her concern one bit. Her father was…well, he was something. “And he asked me to look after you and well, I honestly thought I’d be meeting with a child. I have a ten year old of my own.” She turned the photo of Aydin around so Eren can take a look. “But I see I’ve been wrong in my assumption and I apologize. I was just taken aback. Is there anything I can help you with while you’re here in Valdez? I can get you set up, find a nice place for you to stay, anything you’d like.” 

“it’s not,” eren confirms immediately. “you do have a nicer nose, though.” impossible; his father doesn’t really do great friends, or so eren believes. a man with a heart so cold only has chess pieces to wine, dine and move as he pleases. if only eren knew the depth of their parents’ relationship, his frost certainly would lack in bite. he cringes at the photo, features twisting into an awkward expression as he tries to hide it with a fake smile. “so, let me get this straight: our fathers are... ‘great friends’...  as you say,” poor thing, “so i take it you’re turkish. i’ve been here two months and suddenly, you’re to ‘look after’ me?” eren’s always been paranoid, especially when it comes to his own family. it isn’t above the deniz patriarch to throw an attractive girl in eren’s direction to meddle. “let’s cut the bullshit. you’re spying on me.”

First Encounters

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justal1ttlestarl1ght‌:

Evan couldn’t believe how busy he’d been. For whatever reason his phone was blowing up with notifications. Emails, texts, phone calls. From the art center, from his boss and co-workers, from customers looking for someone to photograph their wedding or their family portraits. He was so engrossed in looking through them all he didn’t even notice someone calling him until he was practically on top of them. “Huh? Who me?” He glanced around and saw no one else. “Um, ok.” He had no idea what secret could possibly be so important to tell a complete stranger but he was too curious now to question it.

“yeah, you!!!” they call out, hand gestures more rushed as they attempt to convince the stranger to come over. “you don’t know me, but my name’s tom. i’ve been told... by the bureau... to tell you this very important secret. so c’mere!!” 

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Daciana had ventured out for the first time that day, needing to escape the crushing mundane-ness of her home. The walls too haunted for her to stay there long. And so she went for a walk, hiding behind sunglasses and trying to lose herself in the beautiful weather. A familiar voice interrupted her solitude, and she narrowed her eyes looking around. “Gilly, if you’re gonna yell its not a secret.” Sighing, the blonde sank down to lean against the tree next to them. “Better be a good secret.” 

“i wasn’t yelling,” gilly practically shouts once again. a smirk remains fixed in place as their excitement grows from daciana opting to join them in this new adventure. they shuffle over, turning to face her fully as they prop an arm against the tree. “oh, it’s a damn good secret, daci-- you ready?” they lean in as if to whisper in her ear, but in reality their mouth is no where near it. fortunately, they still think their very clear voice counts as whispering. “i was abducted by aliens.”

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mavngata‌:

❛  jesus!  ❜ maren’s hand flies to the center of her chest as she gives them a sharp, unamused look over the fright. but before she can speak, they continue — sending her eyebrows skyward in response. she gives them a once-over look before deciding she can take them if this interaction turns into something more than a simple sharing of secrets. ❛  alright.  ❜ she turns to face them head on, with her arms crossed and her stance defensive in case the situation calls for it. ❛  what’s your secret?  ❜

gilly’s expression is a stark contrast of maren’s as his lips stretch into a bright, wide grin that reaches their eyes. they would never get bored of surprising strangers, especially maren, but tonight they’re happy to see her for other reasons. “nuh-uh,” gilly shakes their head from the ground. she almost looks as tall as the tree they’re lying on. “you gotta come closer, maren. this is top secret. i can’t risk anyone overhearing.”

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cobraxangel‌:

angel was walking back towards her apartment after a hard day of work. she was definitely ready for some down time. she shifted her bag on her shoulder as she walked down the sidewalk. she paused and raised her eyebrows when someone ‘whispered’ at her to go towards them. “oh good lord. what kinda secret?” she asked with a tilt of her head. 

features light up as the redhead stops in her tracks instead of just passing them by. a million thoughts run through their brain and they’re all to do with how to have the best fucking night of their lives with a new friend. “the kind that’ll blow your mind...” they make explosive gestures on the sides of her head. “but you’re not allowed to tell anyone. can you handle that kind of burden?”

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ryanlaurie‌:

“Well I clearly haven’t left, have I?” Ryan deliberated. He was stupid to do so, considering how heavily armed the Savage was. But, would he really shoot him? REALLY? A game of Chicken, really. He had no real idea what this man was capable of. When he shook his electronics, when he said he was RICH, Ry couldn’t help but LAUGH. “Dude, you think I’m rich?” He gasped. “I wish. You wanna be hitting the lawyers’ and politicians for RICH.” A roll of his eyes. “I’ve been a licensed Doctor for two weeks, Gilly. Before that I was with you lot. I got paid enough to keep this roof above my head, all those?” He nodded towards the bag he held. “They’re stolen goods people like you have lifted and were gifted to me… I have nothing, dude. This watch is worth $5, but if you want it,” he took it off and threw it at his feet. “Have it. I’m done. Just get the fuck out my apartment – PLEASE.” 

ryan has every right to be upset, but this isn’t how gilly pictured things would go when ryan first entered his apartment. this just isn’t fun at all. there’s a tilt of the head as the watch falls to their feet and they look back at up ryan with a quirked brow, bored and unimpressed. “don’t you think you’re overreacting a lil bit, doc?” gilly questions with a gun pointed towards him. blowing air from their cheeks, they lift their shoulders into a big, careless shrug. “i mean, you always came across as a rich dude to me, alright, my bad.” they can’t comprehend why this is such a big deal to ryan, so they reach down to swoop the watch off the floor in one smooth motion. “and five dollars? don’t mind if i do, thanks doc.” they shoot ryan a cheeky but grateful grin. “i’m just gonna--” they pick up the bag of chips hanging around on their way out. “thanks again, doc. i’ll send you a post card!!”

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tosinistolive‌:

               “No, see, that’s not true. Well,” the blonde shrugged, “not entirely true because I also spoke to you because you’re really hot.” After all, Nika still had some standards, despite the fact that she wanted to secure a very loaded life for herself, but the man who’d provide all of that for her also had to look like something. Perhaps that was the reason why she was so terribly failing at the whole golddigger role? Well, there were some other reasons as well, weren’t there? One particular came to mind. “One person? No, I can actually name you two; my parents. They’ve never had money, yet they have always been happy, perhaps always will be. And trust me, Eren, you can’t put a price on that kind of love, and especially family. You just can’t,” or perhaps that was the reason why she was such a failure. Because she had seen it in her parents, how the real love can be and why would she accept anything less than that? It was either love or money, not both, right? “No matter how much I want to believe that money can buy you everything, even happiness, I think that’s just not the case.”

for someone that lives off validation, eren practically squirms at compliments. especially ones centred around his looks. features twist into a scowl, as if he’s bit into a sour lemon, and he rolls his eyes. “okay, yes. whatever. i know,” he brushes it off when truly he’s dying inside. “you’re just further proving my point, nika.” most of his teenage years were spent trying to look good so others kids would speak to him. he’s experienced it first-hand: pretty and rich have it easier than the ugly and poor. he’d bet his entire savings, which currently do not amount to much, that nika wouldn’t have spoken to him had he looked the way he did in high school. “oh god, here we go...” he mutters under his breath, another exasperated eye roll. “it’s a parent’s job to make you believe in such stupid things.” clearly, her parents were better than his. “anyway, evidently you have all the answers, so why bother asking the question in the first place? this has been an utter waste of my breath. just don’t come crying to me once you realise i am right.”

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it takes all of leo’s concentration to mask the look on his face when he hears the words coming out of gilly’s mouth. ❝ believe me, you’d regret that in a few years. ❞ the man finally said, a soft smile on his lips to hide the seriousness of his words. ❝ and by then it’d be too late to go back, so wrap it up until you’re ready for it. ❞ the man makes a swirl motion with his index finger, his tone light and nonchalant despite the crippling fear in the pit of his stomach; he can’t do much more than warn gilly about the consequences of a child, and it’s just another reminder of how badly leonardo has failed in his youth. he’d give anything to go back and fix it, to raise gilly as their own and to have them know who their father was—– it was too late to go back now, and he’d have to find a way of accepting that he’d forever be ‘uncle leo’ to the one person who was supposed to be by his side until his death. ❝ well, now that i’m back, you also have me as family. you probably don’t remember a lot because i was only around when you were very little, but your father was like a brother to me. ❞ it’s the best excuse he can muster, and it’s not a complete lie. ❝ uh … no, no cop. i think the academy would have a hard time accepting me as their own once i fucked up my parole. ❞ he snorted. leo can’t say the words out loud, he can find it in himself to say that him and his child are on opposite ends of a horrible gang war, so instead leonardo just looks away from gilly’s face, pulling at the neck of his shirt to show the cobras’ ouroboros tattooed on his chest, being careful to avoid showing gilly their own name in squiggly letters and faded ink just a few inches closer to leonardo’s heart; he was already the weird uncle, he didn’t need the other thinking he was a fucking creep as well.

“believe you? what a weird thing to say, uncle leo...” they look at him inquisitively for a moment before bursting into another laugh. “hey-- that’s the first advice you’ve ever given me--” they aren’t 100% certain of this fact. sure, maybe leo had once told gilly how to escape a gallery, but that wasn’t real advice. they beam up at him nevertheless, reminiscing of the time their real dad told them the same thing. “--and it’s about using a condom? we both know it feels better without it. but don’t worry, my pull-out game’s strong.” if only gilly’d known they are making these jokes to their biological dad, shooting finger guns and cheesy winks, they wouldn’t be all fun and games. but it’s not only this realisation that can dissolve their sunny disposition as leo’s words wrap around them into a warm embrace, softening their expression as their emotions quickly rise to the surface. they have no idea how much they needed to hear that from someone that actually feels like family. a few tears begin to roll down their cheeks. “holy shit, sorry--”  overwhelmed, gilly sniffs, chuckling softly, as they wipe across with the back of their hand. “you really got me, huh? thanks, uncle leo. i, uh-- really appreciate it.” bright, curious eyes follow leo’s hands and a breath catches in their throat like tar. they can’t take their eyes off leo’s tattoo. how old it looks. how long had they both been in the same city? how much time could’ve been saved looking for something that was right in front of them? they refuse to dwell on it. “well...” their gaze meets leo’s once again, unsure. “that doesn’t change anything, right? you’re still family?”

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sarpelui‌:

THE  OVERALL  TONE  OF  THE  CONVERSATION  takes  a  turn  ,  and  niko  can’t  decide  which  direction  it  is  headed  and  if  it  was  preferable  or  not  .  a  click  of  his  jaw  and  his  teeth  dig  momentarily  into  his  tongue  ,  the  leader  faces  his  soldier  with  far  more  ease  than  prior  .  ❛  yeah  ?  is  this  really  a  game  to  you  vince    ?    ❜  his  words  are  delivered  in  such  a  way  that  it  denotes  simple  query  ,  no  anger  nor  challenge  but  the  subtext  of  a  warning  beneath  it  all  .  what  makes  him  most  uncomfortable  however  is  the  tone  in  which  vincent  takes  to  question  where  his  head  was  at  ,  as  if  there  was  an  underlying  curiosity  looking  to  be  brought  out  .  ❛    my  head  has  never  been  more  clear  in  my  life  ,  i’ll  have  you  know  ———-    ❜    he  knows ,     it’s  in  the  form  of  itchy  skin  and  chills  down  his  spine  ,    ❛  is  there  something  you’re  looking  to  ask  me  ?      ❜

vince is no different to a brick wall -- impenetrable, dense, dry. words are not his forte, speaking nor listening. things such as the tone or direction of a conversation usually go over his head, and this time it’s no different. “why, you can’t tell?” he points to his black expression, hints of sardonic humour underlying his deadpan voice, “i’m havin’ a big ol’ fuckin’ laugh, niko. just one big fuckin’ game to me, this.” games end. this, whatever it is, never would. their actions have already made impact that would last for generations. they didn’t start this, and they aren’t going to finish it either. heavy are the shoulders of brothers that cannot keep, fathers that cannot protect and men whose love is a bullet to the brain. vince’s gaze remains on niko’s, unwavering as his question hangs in the space between them for a long moment. a hand smacks down onto the desk as he leans back into his chair, finishing off his drink. he shakes his head once. “i’ve asked. you’ve answered. i’ll take you for your word.”

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a combination of substances - a hallucinogen, an upper and something the dealer described as 'you'd be lucky if it killed ya' fuels the wayward thief as they rest their head against a thick tree root, long limbs sprawled over the grass. someone walks past and gilly is quick to act. "hey, psst!! c’mere--” they call out, voice loud and animated, though in their mind, their words left like a hushed, mystical invitation. as if they hold the key to board the ship heading towards neverland. a hand curls around their mouth for added effect as they whisper very loudly, very clearly, once more, “i’ve gotta tell you a secret.”

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Big Little Lies (TV Mini-Series 2017– )

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#mood

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War & Peace (2016)

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bencvolentways‌:

It felt like her whole world was over and sure, Brooklyn was always the dramatic type but this was nothing more than her fear talking now.  She watches Eren carefully, the steps her takes toward her and she takes one back.  Why did she do that? Why is she so hesitant? She’s been on the receiving end of his hugs before. This was no different. He didn’t hurt you Brooklyn. Her bottom lip begins to quiver as the reality of things set in. She’s terrified of her own best friend. “I don’t know.” She admits, small, almost insignificant smile appearing on her face. She knows what he wants to say and when he looks at her, she shakes off her apprehension. This is Eren, BK.  And without further hesitation, she nods and encloses the spaces between them, wrapping her arms around him and closing her eyes as she buries her face in his chest. 

a little more than a month ago, eren found it uncomfortable for their hands to brush against each other. since then, they’d shared the same bed, formed some sort of bond, and physical affection had become easier with brooklyn than those he’d known for years. but, for a moment, it appeared the tables had turned. she steps away, and he’s horrified. a sudden wave of guilt crashing into him. “sorry-” he quickly apologises, absentmindedly tilting his palms upwards, “i’m sorry.” she walks towards him first, and he slowly walks into their embrace, gingerly wrapping his arms around her. she’s alive, she’s okay. he tightens the hug as relief consumes him. “thank you for not dying. thank you for coming back in one piece. i can’t believe wh--...” he can’t finish the sentence again and pulls back to look her in the eyes. “what happened? or, like, do you not want to talk about it?”

Waiting; Flashback

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tosinistolive‌:

                “Why is everyone so surprised? It’s Valdez,” the blonde nonchalantly said as it was still beyond her how people were surprised that yet another Valdez’s event ended up with a set of deaths. Truth to be told, it would be surprising if it were the other way around. “If I’m required to wear a gorgeous dress and a killing set of heels, I’ll make an appearance, but any other sort of event in this town is just so not worth of dying.” 

vince leaves the back office of andy’s and catches nika talking to a someone he doesn’t recognise. perhaps it’s someone she knows and trusts, but if he could hear her then others could too. he approaches them, and from a single glance her companion knows to leave. “nika,” he begins sternly. “words like that get you killed. who was that?”