#★—v talks

[thatshadyperson]

Currently on season 2 of The Walking Dead and it pisses me off how no one believes Dale when he says the truth about Shane they seriously just brush Dale's worries off like it's nothing :/

[darehearts]

❝          our  time  in  the       REFERENCES       section       ?          ❞       Jim  replies  with  a  loud  tone  so  she  can  hear  him.       ❝          how  could  we  when  the  idea  of  getting  caught  got  you  even  more       FRISKY       ?          ❞       upon  seeing  her  return  with  one  of  his  shirts,       a  satisfied  grin  stretches  his  lips.       ❝          i  will  never  forget  that  day     .  .  .       that  was  one  of  the  best  sex  we’ve  ever  had.       i  didn’t  even  last  two  whole  minutes.          ❞

@danversiism ★ |  from here !

[asinfinitum]

The only thing I recommend, if you're shipping with me, is to equally talk about the ship. I don't want it to be an endgame, I want it to be part of their lives. So, yeah, I'm open for shipping I just-- request that it be equally loved.

[idv-askchaoticduo]

. . .

Cough "Golly! It's full of dust in here!" Cough

"Yeah that's usually what happens when you abandon some place."

The gambler rolled his eyes and walked to a pile of letters that had been left unanswered by him and the others, flipping through them to see what was their content.

"Let's see... which one will I start with..."

-[The Gambler and The Candy Dealer are back for asks and rps!]-

//general apology for leaving without a note, life's been rough and i needed to focus on my studies, hope you all can understand

[jackdup]

@facsimila || cont.

“Yeah, no, that was more of, like . . . the royal ‘we’—? Like the . . . Well, speaking for all humans here, not, um . . . whatever you identify as.” Which he says rather distractedly, as with one hand holding his ECHO device, the other restlessly skates over the holster of his pistol, fingers drumming with bubbling nerves on the grip. Timothy’s gaze skirts across the genuinely pleased set of red eyes flashing up at him, and he adds as an afternote, “I do actually, y’know, need the map I was looking at, so if you could just”—a vague jerk of his thumb and a soft whistle breaks his speech—“that’d be super awesome.”

He’s not really telling her to make herself scarce. (Is it sad that she’s become somewhat of a comfort in her continuous presence . . . ? Okay, yeah. Possibly. Most likely. Definitely. But it looks better than him wandering around talking to himself.) It’s just that he’s aware—and she’s aware, which is probably why she’s making herself a semi-nuisance at the moment—she can easily communicate without taking up the entirety of his screen.

And, god, he forgot how much of a freakin’ craphole Eden-6 is.

You’d think, y’know, you’d really think that after years of being trapped in the dumpster fire that was the casino, immersing himself in the vast and endless . . . nature of this place would be revitalizing or something. No glaringly bright and obnoxious neon signs out here. No—okay, less—people around every corner trying to kill him for the offense of living at all. Just bloodthirsty and extremely hungry creatures, instead.

Tim pulls his face cover up farther over his nose and mouth as he creeps around a very suspicious-looking hole in a nearby tree’s roots.

“I’m just gonna . . . go out on a limb here and assume—because, I mean, really, why would you . . . Whatevs. I’m just saying, you’re lucky you don’t have a sense of smell right now.”

[itoshi-s]

head empty just poly reonagi :( sigh

[shieldretired]

@samhlaiocht in response to JUSTICE

                              "I DO BELIEVE IN JUSTICE," Steve says firmly. Frank Castle can make fun of it all he wants; Steve will stand his ground and hold on to his moral compass and beliefs. "I never said it's all love, peace, and harmony — we still have a lot of problems, a lot of stuff in need of change. But I don't think the country's gone to shit," he repeats, nose scrunching up when he uses Castle's exact words. "It has gotten better already. Back in my time, I wouldn't have been allowed to visit a diner with my good friend and war hero Gabe Jones just because he was black. His children then were allowed to study with white kids at the same university, and his grandkid is one of the best and most esteemed human rights lawyers in the States. Hell, the police would have arrested me if I had kissed another guy on the open road. If I decided to smooch you now, nobody would bat an eye." He smirks. "Except maybe to tell me I could do better."

[midnight-kin-cafe]

. . .

i just tried to ping the anons who haven't updated their tag / pronouns

that's not how tumblr worKS–

[apricotheart]

@shacchou​  |  continued  

        𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. Being at Kaiba’s penthouse served as a reminder of just how different their worlds were. Anzu was certain his living room alone was bigger than the whole three-bedroom apartment she shared with her roommates. The space was immaculate, screaming luxury and opulence — but in a way that, even Anzu could admit, was tasteful and classy in its decor. It was a far cry from anything she had known, having spent the majority of her life putting money back just to see her dream come to fruition through her own hard work and determination. Which wasn’t to say Kaiba didn’t put in hard work and determination. Anzu was no fool. Perhaps the only other person with more single-minded tunnel vision than Kaiba Seto, when it came to something they wanted, was Anzu herself. It was a trait she had to begrudgingly accept they shared.

        Yet, for all the differences in their respective worlds, the universe seemed determined to push them together. Anzu wasn’t entirely sure she believed in destiny, even after everything that happened with Atem and the Shadow Games, but it felt as if something was at work here, pitting her against Kaiba again and again. A cosmic joke if there ever was one. 

        Anzu found it hard to hide her displeasure as she stared at the ticket laid out on his desk. This wasn’t part of the plan, and she had been adamant about that. The plan had been to avoid each other as much as possible. But now, not only had he agreed to see one of her performances with a business colleague, he’d taken it upon himself to bring her to his penthouse just to deliver the news. She knew that it was likely he was just being — for a rare moment — considerate, but Anzu couldn’t help feeling the whole situation was counter-productive to their original agreement. After all, they had exchanged numbers for this very reason. 

        Leaning forward, she picked up the ticket to examine it. They were, to absolutely no surprise, the best seats in the theatre to the opening night of Coppélia; VIP balcony seats that would give him the perfect view of the stage and its performers. As he spoke, Anzu felt her temper stirring. ❝  Well, that’s too bad. You’re getting my opinion anyway. I’m not one of your employees, Kaiba, so don’t talk to me like I’m a subordinate.  ❞ A deep breath, and then she added, ❝  Should I expect you to be at the after party as well?  ❞

[thatshadyperson]

OIDSJTIORRFGIISODFMIODSIOFMDF THIS MAN

[darehearts]

Jim  knows  Spock  is  not  interested  in  ‘willingly  becoming  incapacitated’       (       he  put  it  that  way  one  time,       he  remembers,       &       it       DOES       sound  pretty  stupid  worded  that  way,       the  captain  himself  agrees       ).  however  the  two  of  them  are  fluid  in  compromise  as  of  late.       &       a  single  glance  is  enough  to  tell  him  that  he’s  desperate  wanting  to  relax,       temporarily  put  down  the  universe  on  his  shoulders,       feel  the  gold  shirt  disappear  —  just  for  a  few,       just  so  he  can  be  Jim.       even  James  Kirk  needs  to  breathe.       happiness  fills  his  lungs  once  they’re  within  the  establishment.       his  deep  blue  gaze  catches  on  the  flame  of  red  shirts  instantly.      

even  in  respite,       his  heart  searches  for  his  family.      

he  offers  members  of  his  crew  soft  smiles  before  settling  in  a  corner  with  his  best  friend.       he  would  have  chosen  something  stronger  if  not  the  vulcan’s  presence  next  to  him.       his  presence       ALONE       has  the  effect  he  desires  upon  his  mind       :       a  shield  to  keep  the  darkness  out.       as  sunny  a  figure  James  is,       they  both  know  he  has  his  struggles.       he  offers  the  other  a  nod,       gently  clinking  his  big  glass  against  his.       ❝          TO  THE  ENTERPRISE.          ❞       he  takes  a  huge  sip.      

it  barely  registers  that  they  are  in       YORKTOWN,       the  one  place  he  ended  his  journey  of  self-exploration,       mostly.       it  hits  him  there  that  he  never  officially  told  him  what  had  intended  before.       ❝          i  can’t  believe  i  had  submitted  an  application  to  become  a  vice admiral  before  what  happened  with  Krall.       that’s  what  i  was  going  to  talk  to  you  about.       remember  that  time  in  the  turbolift    ?       i  was  almost  going  to  be  situated  here.          ❞      

almost,       but  his  love  for  the  stars,       his  need  to  be  with  his  family  pulled  him  away  from  the  embodiment  of  the       UTOPIA       the  Starfleet  strives  towards.       he  makes  a  quick  gesture  to  their  serene  surroundings.       ❝          i  love  all  this,       i  do.       look  at  how       HAPPY       everyone  seems,       so  content  with  barely  a  care  in  the  world.       AT  PEACE.          ❞      

a  soft  sigh  leaves  him,       head  atilt  as  he  watches  a  world  he  doesn’t  feel  he’s  a  part  of.       ❝          but  the  Enterprise     .  .  .       the  Enterprise.       i  give  and  she  takes.          ❞       he  looks  up  at  Spock  saying  so.       he’s  one  person  who  he  extensively  expressed  his  attachment  to  their  ship.       ❝          it  would  be  a  restless  life  if  i  went  through  with  it,       i  think.          ❞       it  would  be  unbearable  without  his  crew,       especially  without  the  man  facing  him.       ❝          what  do  you  think  Spock     ?       do  you  think  we  will       EVER       settle  down     ?          ❞

@prcspcr ★ |  from here  !

[ebonyforged]

@gladiatohr​: [ COOK ] — sender makes a home - cooked meal for receiver 😙 || assorted fluffy action prompts !

It’s a surprise that Saturn is able to focus on cooking with her around. Well, ‘focus’ in his own, uniquely Saturn kind of way. Ebony has put herself in his way quite purposefully, perched on the edge of the counter he’s using to prepare the food, legs crossed and a glass of wine in hand. Her eyes follow him wherever he goes with lazy intrigue, and she smirks openly whenever the weight of her stare makes him fumble ever so slightly. She doesn’t call him out, though. Whether he’s hoping to impress her out of a sense of superiority or with the intent to start the night with him on her good side is a mystery, but what isn’t is that he’s working hard to do so.

And the apron’s a nice touch.

“I’m not so used to having others cook for me, anymore.” A rare detail of her life shared in a moment of silence between them. “After I left home I learned to cook for myself pretty quickly.” When she did still frequently eat meals prepared by her family’s chef, she was never allowed in the kitchen. Maybe her insistence to be entirely obnoxious now is some small act of defiance aimed at a time that has long passed. Either that, or it’s just amusing to cramp his workspace and watch him work around her.

She’s about to take a sip of her wine when Saturn holds out a spoon. “Oh, we’re taste testing?” Ebony laughs and slips off the counter to stand beside him. He has little patience, apparently, pushing it against her lips so she can accept whatever he’s feeding her. She does, though her hand ends up on his wrist to avoid any stunts.

“Hmm,” she hums thoughtfully and takes the spoon out of Saturn’s hand to lick it clean, then uses the back of it to tap against his knuckles. “So you’re good for more than making me sore.” A backhanded compliment, but even those are rare between them. “It’s good, I’d recommend leaving it as is.” A real compliment follows — she’ll blame that one on the wine. It earns her a kiss, anyway, so the whole thing could be far worse.

[idv-askchaoticduo]

KITSUNE LAWRENCE NOW— I AM HOLDING YOU AT GUN POINT KORY 🔫👁️👁️

-love Klai ✨

"Be careful, I do bite."

//LOWER THE GUN GODDAMN-- >:( -Love Kory <3

[jackdup]

@idyllicserendipity || surprise starter for nisha! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

“Right—! Yeah, so, like . . . a drink? I probably— I probably owe you a drink, I mean . . . I probably owe a lot of people a drink at this point. If not for my own actions, then, like . . . I dunno— Jack’s? Does that make sense—? Sorry, let’s just . . . walk this way.” And without even giving Nisha a chance to respond, Timothy was pivoting on his heel and marching with convincing certainty—which was more of just “dear god, let’s walk so my mouth will stop moving”—down the littered sidewalk. His arm swung in a gesture to welcome her to his side, maybe even rudely summon her like some lady of the night he’d found in the nearest alley, but—!

Again, he corrected himself. His shoulders hunched in a quick grimace, followed even faster by a mumbled stream of self-directed annoyance. And his hands dove into his pockets before they could continue to sabotage him.

Tim stepped around a literal garbage fire. His attention lingered on the warm light casting darker shadows over a neighboring alcove that basically screamed “I’m a great spot for a murder!” For no reason at all, he picked up his pace. “Um. I guess I just— Thanks. For, uh . . . back there. My guard’s usually, like, way up, through the roof, panic seemingly for no reason, so I’m not entirely sure how those guys got the jump on me, but . . . Man, it’s honestly—? It’s great to see you.”

And he meant it, he realized. Wholly. Genuinely. Enough so that admitting those words was about as easy as breathing. (Maybe not the best comparison, because, y’know, some days . . . Some days—)

“How long have you been here? Lectra’s probably the crappiest place you could be on Promethea, but, uh . . . no surprise you seem to be handling it well.”

[opscurus]

Father's Day, a time when he normally would have gone from seeing his friends to home, seeing his sisters making dinner while their dad stood by, loving on them all. Memories of past times of the day flitted through his head as he stood, flowers in hand -- right next to his mother's grave.

Isshin's grave was beside his beloved, all done up for the day with ribbons, and his favorite sake. clearly Yuzu and Karin had been there, but avoiding Ichigo. Not to say they hated him, just that the pain was still fresh, after all it was only four years past...

Setting the flowers he had down upon the grave, Ichigo stood there and cried. It was at that moment that he felt so small.

[shieldretired]

@dereiserne​ liked the starter call

                       SOMEBODY BUYS STARK'S GROCERIES AND BRINGS THEM TO HIS HOUSE. Steve might have made a snappy remark at some point about how billionaires think they might be too good for doing that mundane task themselves, which probably is why Stark wanted to prove a point or something. Anyway, they end up at an enormous parking lot of something called Costco. It looks like a fabric hall for thousands of workers. Steve squints to the entrance, then turns around to look at Tony. "That isn't a grocery store. You're shitting me. Is this one of your factories?" Because grocery stores are small, maybe 20 or 30 square meters, and even the really big ones are 80 or 90 square meters tops.