#calls tom from his apartment to come 'save' her but all tom sees is shiv covered in lukas' blood

[supermarketcrush]

need someone to redraw the gone girl poster with shiv and tom

[wambsgansshoelaces]

happy valentine’s day <3

valentine’s (succession main cast)

Kendall

ᝰ you wake up in the morning and the apartment is decked OUT

ᝰ rose petals, roses, streamers

ᝰ you didn’t know he knew what streamers were

ᝰ you wander out into the living room, and he’s sat on the couch, also still in his pajamas

ᝰ “kendall, what’s all this?”

ᝰ “it’s for you.”

ᝰ he gets up to meet you where you are and hoists you up and spins you both around

ᝰ he puts you down, your hands braced on his chest

ᝰ “because you deserve the world,” he murmurs

ᝰ he gives you a kiss

ᝰ “happy valentine’s day,” he tells you, stupid grin spread on his face

ᝰ you pepper his face in kisses, turning him pink

ᝰ “i have something for you,” you say

ᝰ “you do?”

ᝰ “of course i do.”

ᝰ you’ve been saving up for a bit

ᝰ and you know ken’s had his eye on this watch

ᝰ so you decided ‘fuck it’

ᝰ and you got it for him

ᝰ when he sees it, he just stares at you

ᝰ love clouding his eyes

ᝰ he can’t believe you’re his

ᝰ and he thinks he’s so lucky

ᝰ he sets the watch delicately down on the counter

ᝰ then kisses you so hard that you see stars

Roman

ᝰ wakes you up with a bunch of little kisses

ᝰ “hey, sleepyhead. i need you up.”

ᝰ you blink the grogginess away, him still dotting kisses over your cheeks and jaw

ᝰ “we have a reservation, babe, come on,” he whines

ᝰ “a reservation, ro?”

ᝰ “yes, now get up, pretty please.”

ᝰ he gets dressed up nice, crisp dress shirt and dress pants

ᝰ when you meet him at the door, he presents you with a bouquet of your favorite flower

ᝰ they’re already prepped for a vase

ᝰ he already has one with water and nutrients

ᝰ after you drop the flowers into the vase, he takes one, clips it, and tucks it behind your ear

ᝰ arm in arm, he takes you to a nearby breakfast place

ᝰ the fancy kind

ᝰ you have a table already set for the two of you in a private area

ᝰ you both giggle over breakfast

ᝰ you can both talk for hours on hours on hours

ᝰ but you can’t stay that long

ᝰ because roman tells you he has a trip planned for the two of you

ᝰ to cabo

ᝰ and that you need to get to the airport

ᝰ on the plane, before he takes a nap, you make sure to give him a nice, long, kiss

Shiv

ᝰ flowers are on your desk when you walk in

ᝰ and a massive box of chocolates

ᝰand a long love letter

ᝰ she tells you how much she loves you

ᝰ that she’s very excited to see you after work

ᝰ that she’ll meet you in the lobby of your office building

ᝰ you’re smiling giddily to yourself

ᝰ and you pop chocolate after chocolate into your mouth happily

ᝰ after work, she doesn’t meet you in the lobby

ᝰ she shows up at your desk

ᝰ “babe, hi,” she says, giddy

ᝰ she comes over and kisses you hello

ᝰ “thank you for all this. i have something for you, you know,” you tell her

ᝰ she can’t pull away from your lips

ᝰ she kisses you again, and again, and again

ᝰ “shiv, shiv.”

ᝰ you pull her into your lap and you take something out of a desk drawer

ᝰ you thumb it open, and she half-gasps

ᝰ you’d managed to snag her a one-of-a-kind, simple necklace

ᝰ the only ornament being a diamond heart

ᝰ you help her put it on, the chain sitting nicely on her clavicle

ᝰ she’s grinning uncontrollably

ᝰ and kissing you even more so uncontrollably

ᝰ she never ever takes it off

Tom

ᝰ mr. dreamboat romantic

ᝰ at least he hopes so

ᝰ shitting his pants waiting for you to come home

ᝰ you open the door and call out a hello to him before you realize

ᝰ the lights are dimmed, candlelight reflecting off the walls and ceilings

ᝰ rose petals are scattered in a path leading you to the living room

ᝰ you walk slowly along the path

ᝰ to him

ᝰ he’s kind of just standing there

ᝰ and you can tell he’s bricking it

ᝰ he reaches for your hands and pulls you close

ᝰ “hi,” he says, voice immediately cracking

ᝰ “i missed you,” you manage

ᝰ “yeah, i missed you too,” he murmurs back, “so much.”

ᝰ for a moment, he doesn’t say anything

ᝰ but then he continues

ᝰ “i love you very much,” he begins, “and we’ve talked about how we both want to get married, and i can’t imagine a life without you anymore, and i’m just so… so in love with you, and i… oh, i’m rambling.”

ᝰ his hands trail down your sides, your hips, as he gets down on one knee

ᝰ he reaches into his blazer and pulls out a small velvet box

ᝰ you have talked about getting married

ᝰ and you know he’s the one for you

ᝰ and of course he’s proposing on valentine’s day

ᝰ and of course you say yes

ᝰ you meet him on the floor, your lips crashing onto his

ᝰ his grip tightens on the small of your back

ᝰ he’ll never let go of you

Greg

ᝰ he’s relatively new to all of this relationship stuff

ᝰ up until this year, he’d never had anyone to share today with

ᝰ so he’s nervous and confused

ᝰ but honestly he’s always nervous and confused

ᝰ he comes home from work, bouquet in hand

ᝰ they’re your favorite flower, and color

ᝰ and rather than chocolate, he has cake

ᝰ “aw, greg.”

ᝰ “uh, i couldn’t find those, like, heart-shaped chocolate boxes… but i found hear shaped cake.”

ᝰ you laugh

ᝰ but you don’t really mind

ᝰ “um, i made sure to get your favorite flavor,” he says quietly.

ᝰ “i know it’s not much, but it’s what i could find-”

ᝰ you cut him off with a kiss

ᝰ “greg. i’m just happy you did something.”

ᝰ he thinks is heart is trying to escape his chest

ᝰ “i actually have something for you, too,” you tell him

ᝰ “but i dunno,” you continue, ��maybe you’ll think it’s weird.”

ᝰ you hand him a small cloth pouch

ᝰ he takes out the pura vida bracelet you’d had made for him

ᝰ with the both of your initials on beads laced onto it

ᝰ “oh, god. you got this for me?”

ᝰ he honestly sounds like he’s going to have a panic attack

ᝰ nobody’s ever done anything like this before

ᝰ he pulls you into a tight hug

ᝰ you spend of the night cuddling on the couch, eating cake

ᝰ his suit and new bracelet are what he leaves the house in the next morning

Stewy

ᝰ extravagant king

ᝰ somehow manages to get you a day off

ᝰ and on valentine’s day, you and him are hand in hand on a pier

ᝰ he’s dressed nicely, so are you

ᝰ before you know it, you’re on a mini yacht, just you and him

ᝰ and the essential workers but they aren’t the point

ᝰ he showers you in gifts

ᝰ chocolate, jewelry you’ve been wanting, even a little stuffed bear

ᝰ you have lunch together on the deck, talking and laughing

ᝰ you play footsie under the table

ᝰ he looks at you as if you’re the only thing he can see

ᝰ and really, you are

ᝰ you both sit in the open-air living area, curled together

ᝰ his fingers rake through your hair, your head on his shoulder

ᝰ his breathing is deep, steady

ᝰ “you know,” he says, “i wouldn’t really mind if this was all we did for the rest of our lives.”

ᝰ you kiss at his shoulder, staring out at the water

ᝰ “i wouldn’t mind that, either.”

ᝰ “so… you think i’m it for you?” he asks quietly

ᝰ sometimes he thinks you could do so much better

ᝰ but never vocalizes it

ᝰ because he has to be confident

ᝰ he has to come off strong

ᝰ “i think you’re the one,” you confirm

ᝰ “you’re everything to me, you know that?” you ask

ᝰ and that’s all he needs to hear

ᝰ he pulls you even closer to him, somehow

ᝰ he kisses all over your face

ᝰ “good. because you’re it for me.”

[akirosama777]

If nothing brings me joy and I always feel quite hollow, does that mean I've died inside already because I refused to follow...

Every person in the world who seems to skate, to flutter by... while the music fills my hollow ears and bleeds from glassy eyes?

Am I worth the amount of energy that I never seem to have, while the mother I once called a friend goes out to poison herself and die?

And I stand here in the bleakness of a hollow, brittle world, while I pick up all of the pieces that she left when she unfurled...

I am broken and I'm bleeding... I have nothing left to give, but the love I'd once begun to give, and barely alive to live.

I was beautiful once... I had a dream... had a goal or two in mind... but I'm sitting here in the broken wake that her destruction left behind.

But it began way before my time, began with a little girl... my mom... and her grandpa, such a piece shit, let's called the bastard, "Tom,"

Took from her, her innocence, shattered her life apart, sent her down a road of agony, and her father killed her heart.

When he sent her far away at the behest of a beastly cunt, sent her to a boarding school, a common parental stunt.

And her life began at 11 when she'd had it all ripped away, sent her down that road of agony in blood and tears was paved.

Then at 16 she met a Jewish man, who with her had his way, then abandoned her with two children on one fateful Christmas day...

But she picked up the pieces, worked 3 jobs, she became addicted to a couple of drugs... met my father in a satanic band, acting like a thug.

So when she fell in love with him, got him to change his ways, both of them kicked the drugs they'd started and set out on another day...

She soon became again pregnant with my father's first born son, and he tried to kill the baby, with a doctor... not a gun...

Told her if she loved him badly, loved him half as much as she'd said, that she'd abort that fetus and remove its tiny head.

But she didnt... and he stayed... later giving birth to me... but that's not the last of her children... I was only number three.

Then as I grew he would abuse me, threaten, beat and apparently molest... then she had my little brother but he'd never face these tests...

As I began to mature and grow, I could see the patterns form, and my mind became a labyrinth as the alters would soon be born.

And at 6 I tried to end it... but my little brother was there... just one of the many treasures that kept me from joining the City of Air.

And he saved me... I don't know why, but he removed the chord I would choose... saved me from my madness as the alters began to fuse.

All the while my mother from her past she'd grown quite numb... and my father kept her helpless, kept her silent... kept her dumb.

My older brother fell to drugs and disappeared one day... right around the time, eleven I think, where I realized I'm gay...

And my sister fell to young love, to a man who started fires... and my mother fell to drinking when the divorce set forth in ire...

Sent my sister too to heroin and my mother to her dark, while my brother depended greatly on my ability to endure the harsh...

So I shouldered all that hatred... shouldered all the pain inside... let the alters guide me forward through the labyrinth in my mind.

I pushed forward for my brother until my little sister was born... as my mother found another man who left her completely forlorn.

And another life depended on the strength I'd come to own... after all the pain of a father, who's approval was never shown.

I was broken, I was bleeding, I was yearning for a hand... never found it... never searched, for on my own I had to stand.

Now my brother... little brother, grown and turned into a guy, who too had shouldered pain and suffering likely due to mine.

And my sister, little sister, worst of all had witnessed decay... and was tortured by a mother who'd been through so much hate and pain...

But im here now... for my sisters... for my brothers best I can... all five of me are standing and I've grown into a man...

But I'm broken... fuck... im broken... and my mother now she's gone... left my darling little sister on a strangers dying lawn.

And I'm picking up the pieces... trying so hard to hold me up... trying so hard to remember but the memories are scuffed.

Yeah this story's probably cliche... im sure you've all heard it once before... heard about a broken persona raped and bloodied on the floor...

Yeah, you've probably already heard it... probably seen it on a show... nothing shocks you people anymore, when it's something you already know.

I'm so certain that it's pointless to write these words and cry... while my mothers out there drugging and likely about to die.

And my sister... my poor little sister... all those years I tried to protect... will soon be here to visit this pathetic, broken mess...

And I'm trying to keep it together... to tell the alters to quiet down... in my brief and silent lucidity in a new and peaceful town...

And despite my anger... sadness... despite the insidious voice of pain... I understand why mother did it... though I know it doesn't explain...

But her life was so much harder... she'd had so much love to give... but the entire world around her let her run into their shivs.

So she tried her best at surviving, passed those lessons on to us... taught us how to keep on fighting but never how to trust.

Now I'm married... and I love him... but I'm broken, hurting, mad... at the life they gave my mother and that treatment from my dad.

I'm so full of rage and agony... so full of hope and full of pain... that's why I can't get to healing... why I cry whenever it rains.

And she's missing... my mothers missing... a person who never could refrain... She went out to numb the agony, the voices in her brain.

And... I empathize. I sympathize... I understand those thoughts... im still fighting... im still trying... Im still battling... distraught...

For my sisters and my brothers I have never touched a drug... for my sisters and my brothers I have never said no to a hug.

For my sisters and my brothers I am fighting yet, so hard... to keep my head above the water and stay away from all the shards...

I won't cut myself again... I won't try suicide to commit. I won't do again what I'd tried to do at least five times... maybe six.

For my father I'll keep fighting... I'll keep being a better man... prove him wrong and keep on going... on his grave I'll one day stand.

For my family that was broken... I'll keep searching for our mom... I'll keep hoping she'll find solace deep within her sorrowful song.

Mom if you're out there somewhere breathing, just know I understand and care... Im still your standing pillar, still your darling baby bear...

For my little sister Anna and for Justin im still here... I'll do my best to outlive them and watch them live out all their years...

I will never let this agony... from my health or lack there of... push me down to join the army of the defeated by the drugs.

I will never let this anger, let this rage or let this pain, push me to the point again where I grow more alters in my brain.

I'll keep fighting for my dogs... keep on fighting for my man. Keep on fighting for my sisters... and for my brother's I will stand.