#( interaction. )

[noahelson]

Noah was unsure whether it was the lack of drugs, or the lack of human blood burdening him withdrawal symptoms, but he couldn’t stop twitching. He sat on a wall outside of a stranger’s home, his legs shaking uncontrollably as hit bit his nails, trying to suppress his own nausea. Vampires weren't supposed to get sick, but he quickly learned that they were just as susceptible to weakness as he threw up onto the tiles in front of him. He wiped the residue off of his chin with his sleeve, shame hitting him as he glanced up, realising that someone had been watching him. “Fuck. Fuck -- I’m sorry. Really sorry. I just –” need a fucking drink. 

[pansyparkinsvn]

“Shh, James. It’s alright. It was just a bad dream, okay? It wasn’t real. Nobody’s gonna’ hurt you. Your angel is watching over you, remember?” James had started crying hysterically in his stroller during the walk home, so Pansy stopped for a moment to comfort him. It wasn’t long before she became aware of someone standing behind her, so she was quick to turn around, instantly feeling protective. “Can I help you?”

[fracturedechoes]

@longwayaround ft. Tenth Doctor

She stripped the long-shirt off, tossing it on her backpack, a tank top underneath to keep from flashing the Doctor. Though perhaps that was an idea for next time - something to consider.

And without a second thought, climbed into the space the Doctor left for her. Tucking herself into a comfortable position where her legs curled toward her chest. A habit from childhood; comfort at the price of her knees.

But there she lay, nearly touching noses with the Doctor as he looked back with those puppy dog brown eyes. She'd hate to make him sad.

[jjmaybvnk]

“Seriously, the world went to shit, and I get detention for not doing homework? There’s gotta’ be some kinda’ law against that or somethin’. I literally just moved here, too. It’s fucked up man.”

[stilesstlinski]

During his time in Terminus, Stiles had suffered with sickness, blackouts, general traumatising fear. He knew that was partly because of his non-human bond, because of a supernatural connection he had no way of understanding yet. But those symptoms were still occurring even now they'd relocated, and they were becoming harder to manage. In an attempt to appease them, Stiles was trying to read an old magic book he’d found for information regarding the fact, but his hands wouldn’t stop shaking. So when someone approached Stiles without him realising, he all but fell out of his chair, heart pounding against his chest. “Woah - God! Okay. Could you at least give a guy some warning before you magically appear outta’ nowhere? Please?”

[tylcrlockwood]

“Okay, so we’re restoring houses now, right?” Tyler glanced around, realising how small the volunteer groups were. He felt a little better about participating now. “Guess I’m doing the heavy lifting, huh?”

[wanmaximoff]

Being in Pietro’s arms for weeks had been a necessity, they had months of lost time to make up for, including a birthday, and a lot of trauma to work through. But naturally, they were beginning to run out of supplies, so Wanda had offered to visit the store for them both. It was hardly grand, just scraped together essentials that some rebels had gathered together in a run down building, but that’s what the twins were used to anyway. It felt more like home. As she walked around, her mind was locked on Pietro’s, constantly checking up on him to ensure his safety. But due to her being so focused on someone elsewhere, she knocked into a fellow customer, dropping her own basket to the floor. Scrambling to pick up her items, Wanda glanced up as she did so, muttering her apology. “Scuze.”

[lydiamartnn]

Lydia had only recently been dismissed from the hospital. Whilst her physical injuries had healed, it was her mental state she was now worried about - and although she knew better than to self diagnose, the only solution she had to explain the voices she was hearing was PTSD. “Please tell me you just heard that.”

[clovekentwcll]

“Has anyone seen Cato lately? If you don’t know who that is by now, he’s a massive hunk of testosterone filled meat with bottle blonde hair, and he’s more than likely foaming at the mouth. I kicked him out, but he took the TV remote, so now I’m bored and pissed off.”

[rosaliehvle]

Rosalie had, of course, followed her family here, but she was far from happy about it, and already found herself missing home. Staying in one place made her feel more human. “How many werewolves are here, exactly? All I can smell is dog.”

[murdercorpse]

@blckfckinmsk / continued from here

Or don't understand.

And oh, doesn't that hit home for Kilgrave! He's very misunderstood. Completely. No one gets him. He can relate to that feeling wholly. See, he can't help the way he is! How could he have ended up any other way when he was abandoned as a child, left to fend for himself? He had to use his powers to survive. Had to. Had to become this.

He's delusional.

He's smiling now. "I feel the same - getting in the way, just not getting it." Except, this is simply what he tells himself to justify the fact no one can stand his shitty personality. "It's just unfortunate. Being human. A social creature. Still craving to be around people despite their... Inconvenience."

[adrianivashkv]

Adrian sighed as he walked through the training centre’s main entrance, a lit cigarette already in hand. He wasn’t on time, but he was sober, which was a surprise in itself, especially considering his recent altercation with Benjamin in Barcelo, and his general distance from Eddie. He’d spent the morning considering bunking off again, but the isolation was slowly starting to nag at him; he’d never enjoyed his own company. In the end, he’d decided it was better to attend and be berated for his missed sessions than to spend another day alone; Rose hadn’t sought him out since the weekend either. Adrian was unsurprised, when he pushed forward into the meeting room, to discover that she hadn’t attended today. He’d have to check on her later. Despite himself, Adrian plastered on a lazy smile, taking a drag of his cigarette as he joined the back of the group, attempting to ignore the incredulous expressions that were shot his way. It was hard, though, considering how bright everyone’s auras were. His friends were a sea of colour, and although it was nothing new to him, it only added to the tension he felt. “Well don’t stop on my account,” he spoke up, cutting through the silence his tardy arrival had caused.

[masonashford]

Mason had agreed to meet Eddie for lunch after their training sessions, so as soon as he’d cleaned up, he headed straight towards the center’s entrance. As he approached, he caught the end of what he presumed was Adrian and Eddie saying goodbye for the day, the pair of them stood at the door. It was a surprise that Adrian had even attended today, but that wasn’t the cause of Mason’s raised eyebrows. It was Adrian seemingly brushing his lips against Eddie’s ear as he exited the building that triggered his shocked expression, because despite Adrian flirting with everyone, it rarely got physical. Unless it was with Rose, much to Mason’s dismay. “What was that?”

[fracturedechoes]

[ x ] + @longwayaround

"Work. Well, work for me, I don't know what you're doing here." She retrieved a thermos of water from her pack and opened it for him, holding it out to the rather disheveled Doctor. "Need to collect some soil samples for a colleague to see if it can help figure out why this planet in a few years has a tribe that suddenly disappears. No one has ever been able to place why."

After her explanation, she reached into her bag to check her diary, using the spotter's guide she had the beginnings of to make sure this was the Tenth Doctor. Looking at the picture then back up at him drinking water, she had made the correct assumption. Good job, self.

"Now, what are you doing here? Did the TARDIS throw you out here by yourself?" She put the diary back in her bag then zipped it. "Dear, you really need to remember to turn off the brake, it'll cause you more problems."

[nancywheellr]

Nancy had planned to have fun tonight, considering it was New Years. But after an hour of enjoying herself with Steve and their friends, and a few drinks too many, the guilt had started to set in. Barb wasn’t here to dance, or to scold Nancy for being reckless with the alcohol. She wasn’t here at all. The remaining youth of Alexandria were, partying as though the world wasn’t corrupted, as if none of them had lost. As if all of them were free of concern. She huffed in frustration, heading to the kitchen to pick up another drink she didn’t even want. “This is such bullshit.”