#ft. reid

[elliebellyteaches]

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Weekend getaway with the boys!

[jawbrkrs]

𝒊𝒕  𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕  𝒂𝒔  if  she  had  a  million  one  night  stands  ,  but  in  her  limited  experience  ,  waking  up  to  a  gourmet  breakfast  was  a  rare  indulgence  .  "  if  you  have  to  ask  that  then  maybe  I  should  be  here  for  breakfast  more  often  .  "  the  words  tumbled  out  before  she  could  catch  them  ,  before  swiftly  lifting  her  coffee  cup  ,  attempting  to  drown  her  embarrassment  in  its  warmth  .  when  he  finally  set  the  plates  in  front  of  them  ,  she  couldn't  help  but  raise  an  eyebrow  ,  taken  aback  by his  presentation  .  "  I  don't  think  I  could  even  argue  with  that  if  i  tried  .  "  she  picks  up  her  fork  ,  cutting  into  the  omelet  and  letting  the  first  bite  dance  on  her  taste  buds  .  instantly  she  felt  herself  melt  ,  a  contented  hum  escaping  her  lips  as  if  she  had  tasted  heaven  .  "  okay  ,  im  sorry  but  this  might  be  better  than  sex  .  "   her  mouth  half-full,  turning  to  him  with  a  playful  grin  to  offer  her  wholehearted  approval  .

his focus was mostly on getting things on plates but every once in awhile he'd look over, maybe some part of him trying to show that she held his attention too. " I bet you are, " words state simply, not exactly trying to hid the air of a hint to what might have made her so hungry. her question hung in the air a bit longer than he cared to admit, but it wasn’t like he had ever been asked it before. " is it not normal ? " words questioned back honestly not too sure of the proper etiquette, his lifestyle was a bit unusual period. maybe part of it was habit, though the chef definitely wouldn't be so extravagant for himself. " maybe you've just been sleeping with the wrong person. " he noted, teasing clear in the words as he spoke. finally finishing up what he was prepping, plates presented across the island bar. " to be clear though, I'm pretty sure no one else can do it this good but I'll leave that up to you. "

[fineline-b]

LYRIC VIDEO IS OUT AND I’M SCREAMING THE LOUIS DISS TRACK OF ALL TIME

“gimme some face a souvenir” PARALLELED to “he did me some face and then i drove him home” in 1x3

….. he really said louis suck my dick.

[elliebellyteaches]

@.elizabethsmith: Look at you go, handsome boy!

@.elizabethsmith: That fourth photo is my screensaver! Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous

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I’m defrosting with the oncoming spring.

[anikabooker]

ANIKA BOOKER & REID HALSTEAD ⸻ MEMES ( 1 / ?? )

+ BONUS

[elliebellyteaches]

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Photo snapped by Dakota! We’re the cutest! 💛

[minimacnamara]

@xavimacaroni: @maconthego wait foreal :) love u bro!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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did a little ad n they said they liked my tum :-)

[brineary]

OP: @brineary / @abyssalthreads / @abyssalreid

"No matter how much I change, you always stay the same. Even though I moved on. You never forgot, and neither did I…"

Author's note: This is a personal piece for me. This character had been through SOOOOO, soo much OOC. This character's history actually starts off in Minecraft. He's been there when the ocean update first dropped... And to me that is a core memory, and what really solidified him as "Minecraft's Poseidon" and of course, the god of Chaos. I loved the ocean update because it finally gave life to a barren place in the Minecraft overworld. So with that being said? If Bineary were to ever visit the Minecraft universe, he would always treat the guardian and other aquatic creatures with such kindness. His heart had always belonged to the sea…

[shatteredgossip]

@macclimbs: Pffft, you love me.

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Cute day out with Harlow (feat. some guy pestering me in the eve).

[sweetapparitions]

LOCATION : some dark alleyway FOR : @phantomtownx ( ya know who )

fucking hell . he'd lost him . to be a detective , he sure managed to do a horrible job at tailing his target . . . but mason liked to believe the other man was just too good at evading , at knowing , somehow , he was being followed . even more reason he needed to keep up . there was no telling what he was doing out here , and mason would never figure it out at this rate . staring out at the street , all signs of his very existence gone , he inhaled deeply , frustration in his breath before he turned . coming face to face with — " shit . orion . what a . . . coincidence . "

[abyssalthreads]

"I know you I walked with you once upon a dream I know you That look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

And I know it's true, that visions are seldom what they seem But if I know you I know what you'll do You'll love me at once The way you did once upon a dream"

CoA/AE Hastur/Mr I Lore: Hastur sometimes really misses his beloved Cassilda... in my version, She is a biblically accurate Angel of passion and creativity with a heart of gold, who ruled a kingdom alongside the king in yellow. After "the shattering" He had lost his beloved, his children damaged beyond repair, and along with it, what little compassion and care an Eldritch was even capable of sharing.

Hastur becomes hollow, and despite all of those smiles and charisma he seems to uphold, is nothing more than a mere ploy to get what he wants. The only thing that truly matters to him now. His original goal was to become a true outer god, as well as get revenge on the cult organization that took everything away from him.

Author's notes: Here is some art of my version of Hastur, aka MR I. He's also this blog's mascot and what most of my tags are based on.

p.s. I'll state this bluntly, This version of Hastur is my version, I took the baseline of the actual story of the king in yellow, and took inspiration from that, along with ideas and old lore I made for him because I made Mr I into Hastur, The king in yellow. If you don't like my rendition of Hastur, then you do you.

Info Blog

OP: @abyssalthreads

Main/personal blog: @abyssalreid

[shatteredgossip]

@macclimbs: The boy scrubs up. Who knew?

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Season’s greetings.

[anikabooker]

ANIKA BOOKER & REID HALSTEAD ⸻ HEADCANONS ( 2 / ?? )

Moths, in nature, followed patterns. They were drawn to light even when it killed them. Faces blurred by foggy memory, an insignificant meeting at an insignificant place, where hunters met life with death on their minds, where night fell like a blanet of sorrows, where tired feet and aching bones gathered around firelight, stomachs full for once, and hands too sore to hold weapons much longer. Where they stopped to regroup, regather their breath, and replan their next move. Regroup. Regather. Replan. A routine so mundane it blurred into itself, except when it left an imprint; one that gathered dust in minds too crowded with grief to notice. It’s not something they’ll ever know, because time had already erased the tremble in young hands holding a gun for the first time. It wiped the tears from grief filled eyes, where the pain of loss still ached, still bled raw beneath the surface. Time had stopped a lionheart from beating. And filled a troubled mind with hate for anything too human to comprehend.

‘Alright, sunshine, move your foot— No, not there, wider. You’re not gonna stay upright like that unless you’re planning to miss.‘ ‘I’ve shot before.‘ ‘Yeah?‘ His hand shot out to reposition a pair of stiff, bony hands. ‘Doesn't look like it." Her jaw locked in stubborn silence. "Okay, now breathe, you know, in through the nose— like a human person?‘ Was she not breathing? Maybe stuffy lugs had ceased moving, heavy with all that she was holding inside. Then a flicker of movement, when a pale blur drifted down from nowhere and settled, soft as snow, right on the barrel of her gun. They both stilled. After a breath, Reid leaned in and squinted at the thing. ‘Well, look at that. Even the bugs think you're harmless.‘ ‘It's a dagger moth.‘ ‘Excuse me, professor.‘ "It'll sting you if you touch it.‘ ‘It's a moth.‘ ‘It doesn't have to look dangerous to hurt.‘

Years later that moth had followed her, settling on the hilt of her dagger as though it had chosen it for a final resting place, the outline of its shape carved into the wood. And in some nowhere town, that same blade would find its way into the leg of a man who didn’t remember young girls with trembling hands. He didn’t remember dangerous moths. The only ones she ever saw again were the ones etched into her knives. Her words had long slipped from his memory. And his lessons had long been buried beneath the sharper teachings of a woman with one good eye.

But the pattern had already begun, even if neither of them had realized it yet.

He’s looking at her, tracing hooded eyes over the details of each and every feature. He’s reared himself back against the seat of the booth, fixing himself there. Suddenly observant in this exchange, it’s like he’s seen a photograph somewhere; a faint bloodied thing that’s resembling her. Reid knows plenty of hunters, and they have the twisted knowledge to know him. Just, minus a few tragic details. [ . . . ] Attention back to her drink. The taste of it didn’t even sting going down. Numb, from the lack of any twitch of face muscles, to the frosty insides. An iceberg, of sorts — if he kept staring too hard, it’d most certainly earn him a brainfreeze. The edge of her knife was already pressed to the outside of his thigh. ‘You think I look like someone you know, but I don’t.‘ she wanted to put an end to the staring. Heartbeat picking up —

Moths, in nature, always returned. They liked to invade a safe place. It resurfaced one night in a hallway that smelled of cheap liquor, where laughter that was once a foreign sound to both of them, echoed off the walls. Drunk hands found a marker, and the sharp of its ink dripped onto his wrist, the opposite of a wound he stil felt on the outside of his thigh. A mark of pain, and another of a connection so fragile, it could snap in a moment. That moth had become a shared language now.

‘It’s not like I live with a tattooist or anything, who could draw me some cool moth or whatever.‘ ‘Why a moth?‘ ‘Moths always fly to light when in the dark,‘ ‘Oh wow, you a poet now?‘ [ . . . ] Reid turns his head a little, peering down at the shape she’d formed so far on his wrist, he’s always wondered, and he’s never had the balls to ask. Because Anika’s never once mentioned. ‘Is… do you like them for representing death? Is that what you see in them? Like the symbolism?‘ ‘I'm not big on symbolism.‘ [ . . . ] ‘Erica, my older sister— We had a moth problem. Annoying fucking things everywhere. Took us forever to get rid of them. Turns out — she had a two year old box of tea in her room. Might have been three, I don’t remember the details but — it was her fucking tea. They were living in it. I’ve never even seen her drink tea. It’s for her.‘ she said. ‘And now it’s for you, too,‘ The moth, he supposes. ‘But it might as well mean that I’m hard to get rid of.‘ ‘Damn, my whole plan had been to rid of you. That’s a shame.‘ It’s not. He doesn’t. God he doesn’t. 

Moths, in nature, followed instinct. And some patterns didn't end, they just kept circling back, again and again, and again—

[elliebellyteaches]

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My world ❤️

[brineary]

"Smoke break"

OP: @brineary / @abyssalreid / @abyssalthreads