[TXT] i didn't know there was a time limit on coming to you [TXT] i didn't know

TXT] there wasn’t a goddamn time limit

[TXT] but i can’t just sit alone at my apartment and pretend everything’s okay for weeks on end, like maybe you just missed out on the fact that i am massively, horribly fucked up in the abandonment and feeling-like-a-burden departments

[TXT] and yeah i should’ve started the conversation instead of waiting

[TXT] but x’hal we’ve never had a problem talking to each other about stuff before

ethnic-sailor-astrology:

♥ Ethnic Sailor Moon - Chibi Moon: Wedding Bell ♥

Sailor Moon - Naoko Takeuchi©

Ethnic Sailor Moon - guillmon9005©

SICA, YOU RUN GIRL, YOU RUN

Although at the same time SNSD NOOOOOO ;A;

Otis Redding — Try A Little Tenderness

murder now the path of "must we" ▷

bowsbulletsbruises:

timothythebrave:

looktothenightstar:

bowsbulletsbruises:

"My girl, Sari," Roy states, before jerking a thumb at Tim and Kyle; he claps a hand over the back of Kyle’s neck, squeezing it hard. Too hard. "Lyle, and his brother, Jim." Roy pulls a drag on his cigarette, down to the…

Roy doesn’t act surprised when Kyle speaks, says what he does. He doesn’t even blink, and it’s a testament to how skilled he is, perhaps, that Kyle might have constructed an AR-16, or grenade launcher, and Roy would have remained as impassive as he is. He shoots a look over at the other men, as he walks with Kyle, Tim, and Mar’i, a ‘it’s cool’, before he turns an easy smile at the three of them.

"I haven’t really finished up," Roy says in Spanish, his hand moving over Mar’i’s back, and here, here his touch is normal, fingers skirting over the dip in the narrowest part of it, just barely brushing over her shirt. His gaze levels on Kyle, on Tim. "I need to keep this contact open," he warns them. "You have to at least spend the night before you leave."

Mar’i isn’t one hundred percent sure what the guys are saying, but she knows how to look burnt out like a girl in this situation should. She knows it’s better to seem dumb than aware, and so she doesn’t focus too long on any one important thing, instead taking a strong interest in kicking small chunks of granite off the sidewalk as she tries to hear as much as she can of what’s being said.

Roy’s hand is an act too, she’s sure, but it feels normal enough, even if she can’t bring himself to look at him. They’re definitely speaking Spanish, she can tell now, but even if she could hear all the words, the complex verb constructions would be too much for her without her powers. So Mar’i returns to kicking granite and occasionally glancing and smiling, nice and dumbly, at Roy’s new “friends.”

murder now the path of “must we”

bowsbulletsbruises:

When they finally do arrive, piling out of the run down pickup truck that belches black smoke, these men that don’t bother Elijah—don’t bother Roy—they glance at each other quickly before their gazes, all five sets, land on him.. because Kyle, Tim, and Mar’i are all looking at Elijah, recognizing him, so he doesn’t really have another choice than to own up to them. Claim them.

Roy pulls the cigarette he has in his mouth out and jumps down off the truck and walks over to them, stopping just a few feet away. He’s lost weight, at least twenty pounds, and his jeans sit loose on the angled brackets of his hips. He brings his hand up, pulling a drag on his cigarette before dragging it over the sides of his beard (the scruff is dark, weeks old), and rolls his tongue along his teeth, before he reaches out, grabbing Mar’i by an arm, and hauling her close.

He stares at her face, inches away, and kisses her, rough and hard, before pulling back just as fast, and looking at Tim and Kyle. He turns and looks over at the men who have now gathered in an eclipse around them.

"My girl, Sari," Roy states, before jerking a thumb at Tim and Kyle; he claps a hand over the back of Kyle’s neck, squeezing it hard. Too hard. "Lyle, and his brother, Jim." Roy pulls a drag on his cigarette, down to the filter of it, before flicking it to the side. "I used to run with them up in Renton."

With a dampener disguised in a tangle of braided bracelets around her wrist, Mar’i looks painfully human. The homemade haircut looks less impressive like this, without the curls that soften the rough edges, but those edges in turn, inadvertently, serve this appearance well. All three of the new arrivals are dressed down, and although it’s rendering her ability to understand anything more than faint voices, Mar’i is glad she took Tim’s advice before leaving and removed her hearing aids. This doesn’t look like the kind of company that would understand that they were, in fact, totally innocuous devices.

But it doesn’t matter what Mar’i looks like beyond that, because she’s otherwise the exact same. She’s still all curves and height. Roy, on the other hand, is…

She’s glad the kiss is quick, because she hates it. Hates this person in a baggy Roy-skin grabbing a hold of her, hates that the mouth that she always loved the taste of now tastes like cigarette butts, hates that the smell permeates into the thick beard that scratches her face.

Mar’i doesn’t say anything, half because she can’t hear enough of what’s happening, and half because her face vacates when Roy moves away. She folds her arms across her chest, tilting her head slightly to regard the rest of the cul-de-sac, expression and eyes dark but blank, like a chalkboard erased in a hurry. Whatever is going on, the guys can handle.

esachicaa:

samkidanuengirl:

charlottesharks:

Barbapapa, photographer Isabelle Chapuis 

this is fuckin brilliant

I luh dis

Girl’s Day — Don’t Forget Me

I hoped that you would hold my hand
When I saw your lips, my heart pounded
My diary was filled with stories of you every day
When doodling with my friends, I wrote your name  

I don’t want to forget that feeling, your eyes
I take out the memories of you from inside my heart when night comes
I’ll remember you
Don’t forget me

oodelollie:

looktothenightstar replied to your photo:
Is this a disguise or a regular outfit, because the rolex is throwing me off?

A regular outfit!! Why, do I look like I’m aiming for a disguise? I’m a MAN OF THE PEOPLE, Mar’i. Me and my Rolex.

This is how hashtags get started, Ollie #manofthepeople #rolexofnormcore

kylewithenvy:

looktothenightstar:

kylewithenvy:

[Ring Txt] thx for the coords, I’ll meet you guys there

[TXT] well you can just cross the border and get your back bacon

[TXT] i’ll see you soon

[TXT] and thanks

[Ring Txt] de nada, Mar’i.

[TXT] no kyle, significa todo para mi

kylewithenvy:

looktothenightstar:

[TXT] i’ve forwarded them to red robin already

[TXT] they’re in portland, so your hipster self should be pleased

[TXT] except i need you to stop doing that thing you’re doing

[Ring Txt] portland??? oh man, I wanted Canadian bacon.  guess I’m gonna have to content myself with natural-raised, free-foraging, organic, rustic bacon with an ethical philosophy instead

[Ring Txt] thx for the coords, I’ll meet you guys there

[TXT] well you can just cross the border and get your back bacon

[TXT] i’ll see you soon

[TXT] and thanks

kylewithenvy:

looktothenightstar:

[TXT] he gave roy a canadian passport so i’m gonna have to figure out what the hell is going on there

[TXT] yeah by yelling i am being very specific, not just general yelling, i don’t play that

[TXT] i’m setting up a remote zeta near the coords batman sent 

[TXT] i’m heading down asap

[Ring Txt] canadian, eh

[Ring Txt] lo siento just practicing my accent

[Ring Txt] send me the coords and I’ll meet you there. I’ll be all aboot the incognito, hoser

[TXT] i’ve forwarded them to red robin already

[TXT] they’re in portland, so your hipster self should be pleased

[TXT] except i need you to stop doing that thing you’re doing

kylewithenvy:

looktothenightstar:

[TXT] in the grand scheme of shit he’s probably gonna yell at me about when i see him in person, that is so low on the list

[Ring Txt] I’m down with this plan.  Red Robbo’s great to work with

[Ring Txt] also Zee is right when she said you are more important than this important mission he’s on which I know is supposed to be about you but isn’t actually YOU so I hope you don’t think he’s right to yell at you, I just hope you guys can work stuff out and start healing and yeah okay I promise I’ll shut up about this now forever

[Ring Txt] ready when you are, I’m gonna practice my scanning/tracking/heat-signature/high-level surveillance techniques on the WT while Ramzeezy’s in school

[TXT] he gave roy a canadian passport so i’m gonna have to figure out what the hell is going on there

[TXT] yeah by yelling i am being very specific, not just general yelling, i don’t play that

[TXT] i’m setting up a remote zeta near the coords batman sent 

[TXT] i’m heading down asap

[Encrypted text] I got Roy a Canadian passport with RFID about a week ago. [Encrypted text] Didn't ask questions. I'm sorry it caused you trouble though.

timothythebrave:

looktothenightstar:

timothythebrave:

looktothenightstar:

[ENCRYPTED TXT] how do you know it caused me trouble?

[ENCRYPTED TXT] have you been reading my messages, timothy

Shoot, was she angry? Tim taps his fingers on his leg trying to imagine Mar’i’s non-verbal reaction along with her words.

[Encrypted text] I’m legal and have a lot of undercover expierence. I take it you need those skills for something?

[ENCRYPTED TXT] I’m about to go find Roy and Bruce and Kyle both want me to take someone

[ENCRYPTED TXT] Got anything on the docket for the next week or so?  

[Encrypted text] Nothing I can’t get out of if I want to.

[Encrypted text] Where and when exactly do you want me to be?

[Encrypted text] Why not take one of them with you?

[ENCRYPTED TXT] GL is coming

[ENCRYPTED TXT] I’m having a remote zeta set up in an empty apartment.  I’ll forward you coordinates if you’re in.