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LIFE AS WE KNOW IT (2010) dir. Greg Berlanti

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CLOSED * FT @lupus-infabula​ !!!

  “ — and here i was thinking that if anybody wanted to find you , they’d have to try the west ham dump . “ ricardo calls out , easily , as soon as he sees the familiar build of EREN GRAY . ricardo’s entire body is automatically tensing , hands curling into delicate fists by his sides . there is a routine both males know , and ricardo knows better than to try and walk away , or pretend he hasn’t seen the other . every lousy corner he turns eventually , he always bumps into eren . and he often leaves it with a bloody nose , bloody knuckles , or BOTH ( mainly both ) . reflexively , his jaw locks . “ i already claimed this part of this shop . looks like you’re fresh out of luck , which shouldn’t be a new concept for you . losers always lose . “ he comments , glancing around at the auto-store where he knew eren would drag himself to at some point . maybe , just maybe , ricardo enjoys the goading . enjoys the anger , rage , boiling and brewing , before it spews out in the image of blood and purple bruises . some people ride fast cars , or jump out of airplanes - ricardo rolls up his expensive valentino button up , and launches his fists onto nearby faces . namely , eren’s .

it was hard to remember when trying to rearrange the features of ricardo’s face became a beloved pastime. the other male just had one of those looks. a look of stolen confidence and devilish yet crooked grins that warrant a punch or two. or maybe it was just a sadistic, animalistic nature that made him feel a rush of adrenaline from cutting his fist against ricardo’s sharp features. in truth, he could have went to a variety of different shops in the city, but stubbornness and the unprecedented amount of ‘ fuck you anyway ‘ that he felt towards ricardo persuaded him to go to the shop of his choosing. “ are you done ? “ he knew that ricardo was far from done. he turned and stared at ricardo’s furrowed brow blankly. he shook his head and repeated, “ i’m asking if you’re done talking because i’m done listening to you talk like you’re a bully from an after school special. so, if you are, you can come here, get your ass beat and i can go back to what i was doing. “ he knew that he could have walked away, but he scoffed at the very idea. it was not really an option anyway, not when ricardo would sooner take the opportunity to knock him out cold when he turned. though he could not help but snort at ricardo’s carefully plucked eyebrows and designer suits from brand names he could not pronounce, eren could admit that his punches were not as soft as his appearance. “ though, “ he paused to look his adversary over, scrunching his nose. “ you dressed so nice for me. maybe you’d prefer to dance. “

❝ 𝚕𝚞𝚙𝚞𝚜-𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚊 ❞ — 𝒍𝒖𝒑𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒂.  speak of the wolf, and he will come.  a dependent single muse blog for 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙷𝚀. please dni if   not   affiliated   with   foundwanting.

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utopiian​:

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽:  a  camping  spot  .  the  same  one  he’s  gone  to  for  years  .

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂:  closed  for  @lupus-infabula​​​  .

            (   *      ──    𝐍𝐎  𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄  has  passed  since  he  drifted  away  ,  finnegan  still  cares  for  the  one  who  once  made  their  heart  skip  a  beat  .  the  one  whose  habits  they  still  remember  ,  the  one  who  first  pressed  his  lips  against  their  own  .  the  one  who  became  a  ghost  among  the  living  ,  who  embraced  silence  and  distance  ,  who  taught  her  both  love  and  heartbreak  ──  still  ,  she  cares  .  enough  to  pack  some  food  to  last  him  a  couple  days  and  gift  him  her  own  water  bottle  ,  all  stuffed  within  whatever  supermarket  bag  they  could  find  ──  dressed  in  dark  clothes  ,  they  make  their  way  across  the  expanse  of  hollow  falls  park  under  the  night  sky  until  they  reach  the  place  where  they  know  he  resides  on  the  weekends  .  after  all  ,  he’s  been  doing  the  same  thing  since  he  was  thirteen  .  a  tent  is  tapped  from  the  outside  in  their  version  of  a  knock  ,  the  bag  clutched  tightly  within  their  grasp  ,  and  a  heart  beats  faster  within  their  chest  ──  expectation  builds  ,  nerves  grow  .

he was at a loss for words. after all, what was appropriate to say to someone he shared so many firsts with ? it use to be so easy, but in the years that passed, trying to talk to them was like trying to breathe underwater. he was someone that held memories close, someone that was notoriously afraid of forgetting. with finnegan standing in front of his tent, he caught himself wishing some memories could be erased, namely the way he could tell that her shoulders were tense and how he already knew the look on her face despite standing behind her, all from memory. with nerves elevating, he gripped the fishing line in his hand tightly as he briefly considered walking away, but they deserved better and he knew it. they always had. he racked his brain for words worthy of their presence. “ behind you. “ was what he finally decided on with eyes falling to the bag of supplies in her hand. he carefully walked past them to the tent and retrieved the bag of supplies she had left him the last time, holding it up to her. “ you can take that one and the one from last time when you go. your faction needs them more than i do. “  

endurxnce​:

╰ location: outskirts of the school grounds. ╰ open starter.

╰ ★ 】 ━━━━━ though their being trapped in whatever form of hell this was showed that there were no monsters prowling the campus, the fire of lance hall showed that they were the only creatures here who went bump in the night.  he wasn’t even sure himself if a patrol would do anything, but, it was an assigned job, and he didn’t think arguing with the new ham overlords would do him any favors.  so, right after dinner, he started on the route of his evening shift with a rake that had been broken into a makeshift staff in his hands, his only form of defense against whatever, or whoever, felt like ambushing him.

suddenly, as the clouds shifted over the moon, there was a cracking of sticks behind him.  he whipped around, eyes scanning for any moving shadows in the dim light, his grasp tight on his weapon.  “who’s there?” he called out.  “come on, no one likes to be snuck up on.”

the funniest part of all was that eren was not trying to sneak up on his step-brother, but altas still found a way to get startled anyway. it was comical, the way he was forced to step out of the shadows with his arms crossed as though he were a supervillain pre-monologue. he looked atlas over briefly with a hand hovering below his nose and, after breathing in, he finally spoke. “ okay, so, be patient, there’s a lot to unpack here. “ it had only been a few months since their first full conversation so it made sense that he was not yet good at it, a an even greater possibility that he never would be. however, when he parted ways with atlas to literally any faction that would take him, he thought his hands were clean. he felt a weight lifted off of his shoulders watching atlas walk away, but now as atlas stood there frightened with a makeshift staff, all of that weight seemed to return. “ any faction that would put you on guard duty is asking to be looted. just the sight of you makes me want to rob you and i’m the one with an obligation to keep you alive. your stance is wide open, your hands aren’t far enough apart and you’re too jumpy. i mean, fuck, man. “ 

sorry i left u on read i didn’t mean to open it