Amcssing - Gather.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑   𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄   𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋   𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄?

deep staining red. ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. it's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. it rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. and you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. atlas holding up the world, how are you? is your love still flowing? is your heart still open? still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? because i see them, i read them, i love them and you, you, you, you. clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

tagged by: @hadobreeze ty ty tagging: steal it.

anyways, little inbox call so i can at least say i did more than a few things today. it'll either be from your meme tag or smth a lil pre est off top.

flicking back and forth between blogs rn but inbox call ! give this a like i'll either send smth from your memes tag or make something mysellf. specify if you wanted from a certain muse.

Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn

@noatherics

thane's love language is helping him maintain his dreads. thanks.

i have neglected this blog but ill probably play over here a bit more while kais q runs.

❛ yeah. ❜

She smells shit [a guy who she confessed to only for him to pick up and magic his way out of her life like days later]… “Am I losing my mind?”

green   hues   survey   their   expression,   ensuring   they're   being   honest——   &.   seem   satisfied.   hitting   the   mean   streets   of   las   vegas   along   wasn't   a   big   deal.   (   once   you've   walked   through   gotham,   could   anywhere   really   get   the   best   of   you?   )   no.   the   answers   no.   still,   solo   heroics   aside,   wally   prefers   someone   at   his   side.   someone   to   shoot   a   knowing   look,   share   a   good   laugh,   and   then   move   on   to   the   next   thing.   quipping   at   crooks   and   robbers   isn't   the   same   as   between   friends——   way   too   many   bullets   flying.   (   even   though   ONE   proves   too   many   to   most.   )

laughter   revs,   a   light   rumble   in   chest,   yet   stifles   itself   into   a   chuckle.   springing   to   his   feet,   wally   balls   up   what's   left   of   the   burger   wrapper,   it   sails   through   the   air——   nice   long   arc   and   just   barely   makes   it   into   the   trash.   hands   clap   together,   smile   growing   far   prouder.   ❛   score   one   for   the   red   team——   orange   team?   ...   team   vegas.   ❜   better   off   keeping   it   simple;   easier   on   both   of   them.

part   of   him   wants   to   ask   if   they're   really   sure   about   this,   if   they   really   want   to   lead   him   around.   (   without   witnesses,   wally   could   admit   he's   a   bit   pushy   ...   maybe.   )   although,   he   kept   his   concerns   to   himself.   no   point   treading   the   same   track   over   and   over.   (   right?   )   ❛   m'wally.   wally   west.   better   than   callin'   me   your   tourist   all   day,   yeah?   ❜   they   parrot   with   a   grin.   ❛   let's   do   something   fun——   oh   oh!   but   near   another   burger   stand.   never   know;   might   get   hungry   later.   ❜   (   he   would.   )

Mark's here for his own personal reasons, but there's no mistaking the way his eyes light up when the offer is extended. There's nothing he loves more than a chance to have some fun, after all—his siblings will still be here when he's done showing this guy around.

Probably. He's been looking for excuses to avoid actually talking to them, anyway.

"You might wanna consider hitting up some of the casinos, 'cause today's your lucky day!" Mark shoots an energetic wink, then laughs at his own little joke. "'Certified guide' is pushing it, but I know my way around well enough, I think. And I happen to be free. I mean, who comes to Vegas with a plan for what they're gonna do, right? Well—I guess responsible people. Anyway, I'll tag along. Beats doin' it all by myself!"

Not a lot of people would flag down a kind stranger for this sort of thing. Mark himself probably would, but he knows it's not really the way most people would go about it. That alone is enough of a reason to want to go along with things, if only for the sake of curiosity and entertainment.

He pushes himself out of his chair, enthusiastic as ever. "I'm Mark, by the way, so you don't hafta walk around all day callin' me your tour guide. You got anything you're especially down for? Somethin' fun, somethin' laid back? I guarantee you I can find whatever."

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