#bluemoontm

[ancira-am]

the moon is blue

the time is now

for me and you

[snowinabottlearchived]

that’s all i will add in my supernatural google doc . @bluemoontm

[timidstrcngth-arch]

                                          B L U E M O O N T M     ASKED     : Camera rolling, lens focused, subject on frame. "Miss Valerie, care for a comment?" the question resounded playful, and he zoomed on her face in a well-thought close-up.     //     @bluemoontm​     //

she is documenting down some last things she has to remember , totally oblivious to what the other was doing. she taps the pen against her mouth , her eyebrows furrowed as she says something to herself , then jots it down. she is about to ask him something , turning to the side and seeing the camera right on her like a mechanical eye. “ mr. c---cohen ! “ she squeaks and ducks down , grabbing the nearest thing to hide her face behind as she flushes a deep pink like always. she is sure that she would not be her if she didn’t have the flush to her cheeks. “ no c---comm---comment ! no c---comm---comment ! “ she near shrieks as she holds the discarded magazine in front of her , though she is laughing , peals of giggles bubbling from her , not strained as usual

[gearsturned]

are you my cyborg friend? (hi from birdie)

𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇 𝙲𝚁𝚄𝙴𝙻𝚃𝙸𝙴𝚂 ╱ 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳 

❛   only   if   i   am   allowed   to   feed   you   with   bread   crumbs   from   last   month  .   so  ,   NO  .  ❜  

[echojacea]

❝  I am coming for all the monsters that ever touched him...  I’ll be theirs... and they’ll never wake up. ❞              anonymous. 

[goldmelted]

@bluemoontm​  /  ‘ how about we ask him after we kill him ? ’

                         there is rage simmering in his friend,  an unparalleled beauty but it poses a risk.  one storms off,  the other needs time to process the problem  - -  and then  - -  like a pet he follows,  asking to soothe.  ❛  stop,  BERLÍN !   ❜  the voice resonates strong but falls on deaf ears.  oh,  they have a problem !   it’s like trying to stop a rolling boulder.  he’s going to crush palermo in his wake.  ❛  hijo de puta !   ❜  curses fly left and right,  one can’t be quick enough to catch up before berlín is close enough.  a firm grip on the other man’s arm forces the explosion to freeze in time.

(  palermo can’t fully stop him but maybe someone else.  )

                         ❛  ANDRÈS ?   ❜  impossibly soft and yet firm.  a deep breath before the facade is dropped and martín dares to continue.  this has to work,  please listen to your friend.  ❛  we can’t afford to be a man short.  not even denver.  por favor,  just think for a moment !   ❜

[rcfekjwtaardby-moved]

@bluemoontm​

"I found you thanks to Cara Dune. She gave me your coordinates. I didn't introduce myself last time. My name is Luke Skywalker. Grogu told me a lot about you."

He looked back to where R2D2 had brought the crib where Grogu was sitting.

"He missed you and it seemed like a good idea to help you meet."

[fightshurricanes]

          nose scrunches,  sniffs dramatically.    ‘ you need a shower. ’

@bluemoontm​ said: * throws yancy your way *

[snowinabottlearchived]

𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 , 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐  @bluemoontm​

[timidstrcngth-arch]

‘smile’ from mark !

even if valerie does not feel so comfortable around mark and his camera , when he does shove it in her face , and she conceals herself with the nearest barrier she can find , when she hears his chuckle at how she is being so shy , behind the magazine , or her hands , or the abnormally sized stacks of papers , she is seldom not beaming , her features all scrunched up and a tiny giggle leaving her as she peers out to see if he is still filming her , or if he covered the lens. even if she still is not able to call him mark and merely uses the formality of addressing him as mr cohen , she feels that perhaps soon she will be able to drop this , and she will be capable of calling him mark , and not have to be so formal ; he did see her as an equal and not just his assistant , and this fact makes her smile even more.

[arkangael]

whoever    said    a    picture    spoke    a    thousand    words    knew    what    they    were    talking    about,        for    her    expression    portrayed    exactly    what    she    thought    of    the    scientists    ramblings        (        sorry,        not    ramblings          ...          his    workings.        )        callie    was    not    unintelligent,        quite    the    opposite    in    fact,        but    even    she    had    a    bit    of    trouble    making    sense    of    it.

❛ ❛          are    those    even    numbers        ?          ❜ ❜               perhaps    she    shouldn’t    touch    the    whiteboard,        mess    with    the    man’s    work,        lest    she    want    to    keep    her    fingers    intact.

@bluemoontm        (    for   hermann  gottlieb.    )        ♡

[dangerstxrlet]

+ @bluemoontm​ asked:  “ I wanna tell you the truth. “ / from peter ?

+ Her head turned, the playfulness in her expression hanging on still, if only by the slimmest of threads, as it was replaced en mass by curiosity. “ The truth about what ? “ All of that curiosity boiled into her voice, replacing said playfulness without abandon. 

[echojacea]

@kaijvking​ asked: Talk about- YANCY

@bluemoontm​ also said: talk about yancy or (and) watch me cry !

       ❝              okay, let it be known i don’t get crushes. ❞    lies.  yancy was infatuation that wouldn’t let up. AN EQUAL. A PILOT. A RANGER. A FRIEND. infatuation turned admiration turned           SHE WAS FALLING. and it wouldn’t stop.    SHE HAD FALLEN.   and she was more embarrassed that she hadn’t realized it sooner or come to terms with it before it was exceedingly obvious to her partner.  HE HAD HER.  she doesn’t know where to start; there’s so much she could say about him.   ❝ well, i got a crush on yancy. i don’t know what stood out to me more, the way he smiled or how he tried to be serious but it never lasted.  maybe both.   or how he laughs and it’s enough to convince me that everything is going to be fine. i know everything is going to be alright as long as he’s there. ❞  AND THEN SHE HAD HIM.  that was true.  even ryker knew that, solely because there weren’t any lies in the drift. there was only what was and what existed.  TRUTH. FACTS, in emotions, facts, memories.   ❝ he smells like forest and mint.  he’s... surprisingly cheesy, but everything about him is endearing. safe.   life for me has never been exactly stable, moving every three years will do that for you, but yancy is stable.  a constant.  ❞  it’s easy to go on about someone you love. present tense.   ❝ you can tell he’s the eldest.  it’s in the way he carries himself, always certain but slightly cautious.  even-headed, but he’ll take a chance whenever he sees it.  he sleeps in his dog tags, a lot like anyone else, but he always manages to think he’s lost them, especially if you catch him half-awake. ❞  lips curl into a teasing smile as she presses her fingers to the corner, holding back a laugh.  ❝ i remember when he was still learning the difference between ryker and i’s rooms,  ❞ it’s due to their gender difference that prevents her and her co-pilot from staying in the same room after all, but that came to be more of a benefit than anything.  ❝ and he, he slipped a note for me under ryker’s door. i got it, eventually, but he never got our rooms confused again.  ❞  for a person she never drifted with, he was imprinted in her head.  ❝  he made me stop thinking about things as a day to day process and made me think about a future. one i wanted. ❞  with him, if it were possible.  ❝ i steal a lot of his sweaters and shirts... one of many ways to say i love you. one of our many ways to make promises. assurance in things gone right. that we made the right choice.  ❞   i never wanted to leave the alaska shatterdome because it meant leaving him.   ❝ he made me think we were a right choice. ❞

LET MY MUSE TALK ABOUT PEOPLE.   accepting.

[hellcures]

✧･ﾟ  💋 from sam ─  @bluemoontm​​​​​ ; international kissing day. //  °。

𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑, hectic events from the wreck of the day still rumbling in her head  —  she could feel abaddon getting closer and closer, and therefore, impatience and  temerity  tightening their grip over lana’s will, insides still  burning  as she thought of the stolen souls they didn’t get there in time to save from the ginger’s sick  queen of hell committee  recruiting mission.  she couldn’t help but be under the impression she was  failing  at  winning  the war she’d devoted her entire hunting life to, the war she’d do good on her  promise for justice  to her parents with.  

however, as she stole a glance at  sam,  who was standing on the other side of the room, she knew she couldn’t  falter.  she already had him worried enough as it was, her last attempt at a solo ride not sitting well with him ( and with good reason )  —  she couldn’t fail her promise to him to  always be there,  too.  not for her thirst of vengeance.  he deserved  better  than that, specially considering how much  closer  they’d gotten since they’d become partners against abaddon and dean’s duty to take on the mark.  if only he knew what her plan could imply, what the blade could do to lana.  she’d tried to tell him so many times,  unsuccessfully,  afraid he might never forgive her for keeping such vital information from him, but even moreso that  he wouldn’t allow her to do what she had to do  shall push come to shove.  it was a risk she couldn’t take, not even for the man she’d give up  everything  for.

in fact, all this  kill-or-be-killed  mentality had got her reflecting on a lot of things, like her years-long restraint not to  cross a line with him she couldn’t cross back,  not to do anything that could jeopardize the connection they had, because she was too  scared  to find it not be what she  hoped  and secretly  assumed  it was.  but life’s too short, and if this battle was the end of her road, she didn’t want to be looking back on all the  wasted chances  she had with him when she took her last,  dying  breath.  which is why she  stopped  thinking, and gave her heart permission to take the reins and cast all caution to the wind, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖.

❛ remember when you asked me what my  𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭  was? ❜   the brunette stood tall, heart pounding a million miles a minute against her chest.  this is 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲.  firm steps forward clicked against the ground;  one,  two,  three,  𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫.  𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.  

rising on her boot’s tiptoes, hand pulls the back of his neck to collide against her lips, a  deep desire  freed from its golden cage as she tried not to lose her  weak  balance in  their kiss.  her head stopped spinning, the  devotion  she’d held out for him for so long finally  blooming  inside her like a rose in spring, selfishly indulging in the feeling of  his  skin against  hers, in the intimacy of his  𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 heart pressed up against hers, which was contrastingly  flawed,  all  faulty  and  sewn-up.

lips eventually parted, hazel eyes dawning into his own, equal parts stunned, delighted, and  spooked.  but not regretful  —  not for a  fraction  of second.  voice was breathy, words leaving her mouth in the form of a warm whisper,  ❛ it was never having the  guts  to do  that. ❜

[goddessoffidelityy]

@bluemoontm​ continued from here

       “Right.... I’m sorry, you know I’ve never been good  with words in these sort of situations...” A trait that only a few knew of her. Sigyn never handled death well, and was one to use humor to mask the true state of her emotions-- but perhaps now was not quite the time for it. “But the potion will help, should you decide to take it.. It provides a sort of numbing sensation to one’s mind...” She spoke, picking at her nails from habit. “And you know that I am here for you should you need me... Frigga was my mother too, it will be a long time before either of us heal from this..” 

[snowinabottlearchived]

conversations   between   @bluemoontm   and   me  ,   always  .   WHO   SENT   IT   FIRST  .