Writing Prompt #53

I’ve found that the best way to write a death scene is to make it saddest when it shouldn’t be. The funeral is rushed, the realization of death isn’t spent too much time on, and the characters mourning is more of a blank space filled with hums and a need for endless nothings.

But then Person A finally gets to be alone and gets to their room and looks at the bed and realizes that it’s suddenly a lot bigger. And they’re too short to reach the blinds to close them, and that was always Person B’s job. And they’ll never fold clothes for someone else again, never need to ask someone to turn off the light, never try to stop them from snoring. And then moving away from it all, trying to forget, holding back tears in the kitchen cradling a cup of tea they realize that Person B will never drink tea with them again. And they’ll never help them reach their mug. And when they drop it to the floor, shattering it into millions of helpless individuals there is no one there to tell them not to move, not to step on the glass, not to cut themselves. That the mug has no worth because it’s worth was in the adventures of cleaning up the pieces and remembering it as it was. 

There is no one to stop them from hurting. And there is no one to drink tea.

Tragedy comes in the little things. I just wanted to remind you of that.

Eugene: I’m a doctor Negan: *kills doctor* you’re the doctor now Eugene:

Well now I just wanna see Goose put her hat on Ghost

Hehehe

“What’s this?” Simon asks, tipping your hat back. You swat his fingers away and push your brim back down.

“It’s nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing.” He raises a brow, staring you down, you can tell he’s smiling under his mask. 

“Shouldn’t you just be happy I’m not stealing your hat today?” You frown at him, swatting his hand away again when he reaches for your brim.

“I like when you steal my hat.” You really hate how many butterflies he conjures in you just saying that. 

“Only because you know you’ll get lucky later,” You gripe, letting him hook his fingers in your belt loops and tug you closer. 

“Maybe,” He says, “Maybe I just like seeing you wear it.”

More butterflies, you push at his face, cover his eyes so he doesn’t see you blush. It’s too early for him to be this smooth. What ever happened to him ignoring you where your dad could see?

“You don’t wanna see me with your claim?” Simon asks behind your hand.

“That’s different.” You tell him, it feels different at least. Feels less like a game and more like something… permanent. You wonder if he feels the same way about you stealing his hat these days.

“Doesn’t have to be.” Simon plucks your hat from your head, leaning down to let you swipe his.

You make an annoyed noise and grab his hat, watching him replace it with yours. It doesn’t really fit, but neither of you thought it would. You shove his hat onto your head and storm off to find a chore to do away from Simon’s too pleased smile.

He tips the brim of your hat down to check on the dark black he’d spotted against the chocolate felt. It’s his name. “Simon” spelled out in neat letters along the edge. He runs his thumb over the burnt felt, the brand you must’ve put on just for you, and now him, to see. That explains the attitude. You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.

Ah, he’s gonna have to reward you for this later.

The real OTP commits to all four | insp.

Suicide Squad | Behind The Scenes + Jared Leto and Margot Robbie (club scene)

This Isn’t Happening- Chapter 1

She was absolutely certain that Jared freaking Leto was staring at her. Then she shook her head and pinched herself because of course he wasn’t. Was he? No. That’s ridiculous. Just stop. Was he pointing in her direction? She turned her head slowly, trying to see what he was pointing towards, but there was nothing behind her but empty space. The guy he was talking to laughed and Jared lightly punched his arm. Jennifer kept walking down the path, eyes down, focusing on the packed dirt beneath her feet. The fangirl side of her brain was obviously giving her delusions.

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mercer: now karliah is very sneaky

dragonborn: as is custom

mercer: so we're going to have to kill her quickly

dragonborn: ok

mercer: very quickly

dragonborn: yeah

mercer: before she has a chance to kill us

mercer: or defend herself in any way

mercer: or give her side of the story

mercer: because it would be lies

mercer: all lies

dragonborn: uh

mercer: SHE KILLED GALLUS OKAY IT WASN'T ME I WOULD NEVER WHY WOULD YOU ACCUSE ME BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE RIDICULOUS EVEN IF I HAD STOLEN THE SKELETON KEY AND NEEDED HIM DEAD TO COVER MY TRACKS IT'S ABSURD GALLUS WAS MY FRIEND YOU'VE BEEN TALKING TO KARLIAH HAVEN'T YOU THAT LYING BITCH

dragonborn:

mercer:

dragonborn:

mercer: well we should get a move on then

Bd. Gaud i fear you and i tried avoiding following you for months but i failed and i wanna say that you are terrifying

Rest, Child. The Fight is over. The Battle is done. The Inevitable has come. Be at Peace. You will never return home. It’s fine. This Grave is your Home now.  

(417): God specifically crafted these hands to deal out orgasms

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