Scream

Late night thinking pt 1/?

He had the kind of beauty that could only be found in those broken greek statues.

The kind where they're always reaching for something yet they are tragically frozen in place, unable to move, unable to reach that goal they dream of. Yet to everyone else they look beautiful, almost angelic.

It's tragic thats someones pain, someones curse is considered art to most. The romanticized suffering of those trapped forever.

yeah if youre a pedo politely fuck off, i dont want you anywhere near me or my blog/page whatever you call this.

that's the nicest I'll ever be to you.

If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again

i was playing some game, cant remember what its called buts its psp?? or smth and it's got kratos god of war in it. (the grey guy with red tattoos?) and theres a guy i really fuckin hate already.

smart arse face and dumbass top hat and moustache. the fucker kept dodging my attacks😑

anyways, it let you make your own character and i was just scrolling through some of like the clothes n shit.

it went from "deaths gauntlets" or smth to " cat ears" and and "cat paws" 😭 bro what is this game?? i love it lmao. i gave my guy a sword that looks like it's made outta flesh and its got an eye.

also started playing a metal gear solid game, which is fun. anyone got tips for playing either of em? or are they the kinda games ya just figure out on yer own?

Thinkin about ghost....

Ghost who sleeps with his back pressed firmly against the wall because he's been shot in the back one too many times, leaving it unprotected while he sleeps feels like a death wish to him

Ghost who bundles up his blanket to cover his front. The last thought before he sleeps is 'i hope the blanket is thick enough to stop a knife at least.'

Ghost who sleeps facing the door and with the window in a few short steps at most. He watches the door until the very last second, until sleep overpowers his eyes and they fall shut.

Ghost...who when he shares the bed for the first time practically uses you as a shield since you insisted on sharing the blanket. So of course you are now the substitute for his blanket shield. perfectly reasonable.

Ghost who, one night, falls asleep with his back facing you, not pressed up against the wall though he's still facing the door because someone needs to keep both of you safe.

Ghost who would never admit that the feeling of you pressed against his back was a lot more pleasant than the hard, cold wall, maybe even comforting.

Ghost who now can fall asleep so easily next to you, belly exposed like animals do to show trust, because he knows when he wakes up the worst thing you've done to him is draw on him.

Ghost who feels safe enough to lower his guard while sleeping.

Thomas shelby x male reader drabble thingy idk

I've started watching peaky blinders and Im ill which made me think of this and it wont go away so now it's everyone else's problem too.

I've only watched one season so far so might bot be accurate to his character but im trying ;-;

warnings?: mentions of war, scars (not SH), possible PTSD stuff?? violence, alcohol, swearing...im really bad at warnings but i think that's everything unless you need a warning for the french too (jk)

Thinking about Thomas Shelby who owes you a favour. You own your own little group of miscreants but you dont deal with guns or betting, you grew a hate for guns after the war and made a rule to anyone who entered your pub that no guns were allowed. And you didn't do betting because there was too mich competition and dick measuring going on.

What you did deal in and make a living off of, was information, connections, you knew how to get things and what people had done behind closed doors, you were the eyes and ears in the walls. So of course Thomas had come to you for information, but he knew you wouldn't give it for free which is why he offered you a favour.

"anythin you want...any time, just for the information on the blokes I wrote down on that paper"

He says to you, and you take the offer, having the favour of a peaky blinder was valuable.

But what you weren't prepared for was how you'd use this favour.

It's late at night, your group had gotten into some trouble, a fight with another group that you'd prodded the bear with too much. You loose a few of your men, and that bothered you but what shook you the most out of your calm composure was the use of guns in that fight, the ringing was still in your ears as you stood outside Thomas Shelby's door.

When he opens the door you dont even greet him, just blurt out.

"im cashing in that favour. "

To which he raises an eyebrow but lets you in anyways, waiting silently as he tries to neaten his hair, messed up by a rough sleepless night.

"fuck......can i stay?...just for the night?"

You quickly realise how that sounds and sigh before trying to fix it.

"shit, not like that...i just...i just need to hear a heartbeat that isn't my own"

And somehow you got the great Thomas Shelby to agree on your favour, he convinces himself that it's just a favour, that it doesn't mean anything. But the fact you came to him instead of anyone else almost warmed his cold heart. He knew how it felt when the war wouldn't leave, when it made a home in your head and buried itself deep into your bones so that when they creak all you remember are the cries of your comrades.

So there you are, settled on his bed with your head on his chest, listening to the soft thuds of his heart. Your arms are tucked closely to yourself, trying to have the only contact being your head on his chest because this was humiliating enough as it was.

Your eyes close as you focus on the sound of his heart, it drowns out the sound of guns from both today's fight and the war, the sound of your own heart beating too fast because your body seems to still think there's a frenchman nearby and waiting with another gun.

You don't even realise you fell asleep until you wake up to the unfortunate reality that people tend to move in their sleep, finding your arms entwined around Thomas, your legs tangled with his.

Thomas himself was just as surprised when he hadn't heard any shovels that night and then awoke to see his hand ever so gently cradling your head to his chest, almost as a reflex he brushes his thumb across your shortly cropped hair. His eyes trail down, only now noticing the scars from war across your back and arms, he almost touched them and would've if he didn't know that it would probably wake you up.

You both untangled yourselves and lay apart and in silence when you were more awake.

"....this never happened."

You both agree in silence, knowing what would happen if anyone found out as well as the risk of getting attached which was never even thought about by either of you.

It was never spoken of again, both of you going back to just business, you almost forgot about it too.

Until you were sat in your pub, drinking peacefully with the chatter of the men, only to be disturbed when Thomas Shelby walks in, looking more unnaproachable than usual, he makes a beeline for you and murmurs something you weren't expecting.

"i need a heartbeat"

and it clicked, it was like an accidental secret code because no-one else knew what happened that night.

woahhh, cool art!

After a tough mission

bro im so fed up of reading fan fics or seeing art of two characters and one of them just gets nerfed.

Like- WHERE'D HIS MUSCLES GO!? they twinkify him (can i still say this? is this word allowed anymore idk) and the other dude still has his muscles?? WHY!?

or in fan fics, suddenly the guy is a blushing mess and he's supper shy when the guy has legit killed and will kill again or like blown shit up before (can't think of good examples but you get what i mean)

i know people can write / draw whatever they want but can people just accept that you can have two buff dudes without turning one into a ridiculously feminine version of themselves?

Can we just have more gay ships where it's just two bros punching each other and rolling around in the dirt because why tf not?

LET THE BUFF SHIPS LIVE!

my grandmas fuckin hilarious out of context.

today we were rootin around Christmas decks and im looking for something and all i hear is this mildly distressed/disappointed voice of my grandma go

"I've lost me balls"

SHE COULDN'T FIND THE FUCKIN BELLS TO PUT ON HER MINI CHRISTMAS TREE-

i was helping her with the smudges left on her windows after she'd attempted to cleaned them and guess what i get from her?

"you missed a spot" "eh, it's alright" bitch!? you're the reason im stuck in the bloody window, because you can't clean the smudges *you* left behind.

i love her dearly but dear god she's madder than the mad hatter.

please send me asks ;-; i wanna prod yer brains.

I'll do drabbles, one shots or whatever. you can even just say hi god this sounds really desperate

I'll literally write for anything, or just random writing (like my random thoughts very short series)

yo does anyone remember or know the name of this old (not like retro but like early 2000s maybe?) sonic game

it was really similar to that minion dash game, you'd run around in lanes and fight eggman, bouncing back his attacks and stuff.

I used to play it a shit tonne when i was a kid

it was on touchscreen stuff. like ipads an that.