#&& solo;

[deathsplaything]

The Ultimate Price || Alistair Solo

LOCATION: The Sugar Pot TIMING: The Solar Eclipse PARTIES: Alistair & Mikael SUMMARY: Alistair avoids the eclipse, but they can't avoid Mikael. CONTENT WARNINGS: Partner death, general grief

“Tha gaol agam ort. An-còmhnaidh. Gu bràth.”

Spending their morning the same way he always did, Alistair decided to close up the shop at noon to let their employees see the solar eclipse. No point keeping them locked up indoors all day instead. Of course, they didn’t see a point in participating. Not like they could see it anyway. So instead, they continued working on inventory and ordering on the laptop in the locked up tea shop. It was around 3 in the afternoon when totality occurred. They could sense it, any light and shadow vanished to just darkness. 

“Al, please hear me.” A gentle voice called out, and Alistair would know that voice anywhere. They’d traverse mountains just to hear it one more time. “Mikael.” Alistair responded, eyes wide as they removed their sunglasses to reveal the scars on their face. “Oh, Al.” Mikael’s voice was closer, and their cheek felt cold. Mikael was trying to touch their face. “Please tell me you don’t blame yourself for what that man did.” Mikael’s voice was like a soft bell chime, a beacon in the night that Alistair felt drawn to. They’d never be over them. As long as they lived, there would never be anyone else for them. 

“Of course, I blame myself.” Alistair spoke, voice breaking as they rubbed their eyes. “You can’t blame yourself for the actions of one person.” Mikael’s voice was pleading, and Alitair wanted to curl into a ball and let the world fade away. “Alistair, I need you to know that you’re heading down a dark path. I don't want you to go down it.” Alistair shook their head, angry as a tear escaped. “It’s what I am, Mik. I can’t… can’t just not practice.” 

Mikael’s voice shifted to directly in front of them. “That’s not true and you know it. These people you’re hurting, don’t do it because you’re hurt too. Don’t do it because of what you’ve lost. I’ve had time to be at peace with what happened. But I’m not at peace because you’re obviously suffering. I love you, you dolt.” That cold spot on their cheek was back, and another tear escaped Alistair’s eyes. 

Remembering Brutus, Alistair quickly summoned their companion to their side and cast the spell. It was Mikael. The short, lanky individual with long chestnut hair and chocolate brown eyes. Those bambi eyes of theirs rendered Alistair speechless. Alistair let out a choked cry, a hand covering their mouth as tears fell. 

“Tha gaol agam ort. An-còmhnaidh. Gu bràth.” Alistair whispered, and Mikael smiled sadly. “Tell me you’ll stop.” Mikael whispered, hands outstretched toward Alistair. “Tell me you’ll at least stop the healing business. I don’t care if you still practice magic, just stop hurting people because you’re hurt. I know you. I know you better than you know yourself sometimes. So stop. Let yourself feel something other than pain.” 

Alistair’s face fell. Of course, Mikael was always right. Always knew exactly what to say. “I… okay.” They croaked, wiping their mouth with their hand as if it would dismiss the emotions. It didn’t. They were still there, and Alistair still hurt. “For you, I’d do anything.” Alistair’s Scottish accent bled into their words, exposing just how emotional they were in that moment. 

Then, Mikael started to fade. “I love you, Alistair. That will never change. But let yourself be happy. Please.” Their voice faded out, and Alistair was left alone in the Sugar Pot. They severed the spell and put their glasses back on, fell into the chair, and wept. 

They wept for Mikael, they wept for what was torn away from them, for everything they’d done. They wept for the person they could never be again.

“An-còmhnaidh. Gu bràth.” Alistair whispered into the nothingness, a hand outstretched in front of them into the nothingness. 

#The Ultimate Price #threads #solo;

[zombiebabysitter]

Total Eclipse of the Heart || Charlie Solo

LOCATION: Wicked's Rest Nondescript Parking Lot TIMING: During the Solar Eclipse PARTIES: Charlie & Gareth SUMMARY: The eclipse comes and Charlie sees Gareth, who has something he needs Charlie to see. CONTENT WARNINGS: Partner death, general grief, smoking tw, drug tw

“Charlie.” A familiar voice said, and tears immediately pricked up in his eyes. “G-Gareth?”

Charlie was sleeping in the back of his van, deciding to drop the hotel room and just bum it until Wyatt contacted him about his extra room. It had been too much to stay in that room that was the last place his friends were all together in one place, happy and alive. The van felt like a tomb in its own right, all the memories of road trips across the East Coast to perform in different states.

They had finally started to make it, they were destined for the stars! Until they weren’t. Charlie was parked in a parking lot with the sunroof open to watch the eclipse, something the band had planned to do together. He lay across the back seats, cigarette in his mouth unlit as the moon eclipsed the sun.

Charlie put on his glasses and stared up at the sky, grinning. It was neat, space and all that. He didn’t really think about it much, honestly. But shit like this? It made it worth paying attention to. He pulled out his phone to post a photo to the gram when a familiar voice shocked him enough to drop his phone onto his face.

“Charlie.” A familiar voice said, and tears immediately pricked up in his eyes. “G-Gareth?” Charlie stuttered, suddenly he was that nervous guy he was before all this happened, suddenly everything could go back exactly as it should be. No one died, it was all just a really fucking bad dream. The cigarette fell from his mouth, a tear escaping down his cheek. “Charlie, I… I need to tell you this. I need you to know.” Gareth reached out to touch Charlie, but the contact didn’t take. Charlie wanted to wail. 

“Check the glove compartment, under the driver’s manual. It’s important.” Gareth pleaded, eyes wide and urgent. Charlie stared stupidly for a few seconds before biting at his lower lip and nodding his head, scrambling across the center console to open up the glove box and rifle around. His hand made contact with a small box. No. 

Charlie pulled it out and shook his head furiously. “No, you can’t… do this to me.” Charlie’s voice was frail, eyes filling with tears again. “I kept waiting for a good chance to do it.” Gareth confessed, watching as Charlie opened the box to reveal a silver band. “No, you can’t do this!” He exclaimed, having half a mind to throw it through Gareth’s stupid head. “You can’t show me this, I–” 

“I love you, punk. I always will. But I need you to live for all of us now, got it?” Charlie’s mouth fell open, more tears pouring down his face as he nodded his head, shocked into silence. “I… I’ll never forget you. I’ll never stop loving you.” Charlie promised, and Gareth started to fade, the eclipse was ending. Charlie reached out, and his hand went through Gareth’s, and then he was alone in the back seat of the van with a ring he’d never gotten. 

Charlie stared at it for a long time before letting out a pained cry, allowing himself to feel the loss of his friends and partner for the first time since the attack. Gareth was going to marry him. He was going to be happy and live the life he’d always wanted. And those stupid fucking zombies took that away from him. His whole life, ruined in an instant. 

Charlie plucked up the unlit cigarette and pulled the lighter out of his pocket and lit it, taking a long, slow drag from it before taking out the ring and sliding it onto his ring finger. He thought about getting a chain for it, wearing it around his neck. Something to always remember him by. Charlie sniffed, wiping the tears off his face before opening the van door and putting out the cigarette and clambering into the driver’s seat. Fuck solar eclipses, he needed to drive for a while.

#total eclipse of the heart #threads #solo; #smoking tw #drug tw

[playedbetter]

Last night had been very, very busy as The Joker met back up with his henchmen, unveiling his new look. A more pinkish suit, some eye makeup, and shorter, more spikey hair. But he had got to work quickly, having them go out on subtle spree across the city, breaking into nearly every bank in the city masquerading as security staff, janitorial staff, or avoiding being seen. Each planting explosives in the common spaces.

The Joker himself was busy filming a little something to send to the studios.

Shortly after noon, the calamity began. The bombs are detonated, killing unknown hundreds and injuring many more. All the local news stations recive a tape, and only one chooses to immediately play it.

On the tvs of anyone channeled into Channel 8 News they see the tape begin. The Joker, in his new look is sitting on a seat that almost looks like a throne made of playing cards and daggers. He grins at the camera, his face is the same but something in the corners of his smile is different. He speaks in an almost sing songy tone. "Good morning Gotham! You know, I've always heard that money can't buy happiness and I've always thought to myself 'Could that really be true?' And 'What would the world look like with less money in it?' So I've decided to find out! I hope you know where your local ATMs are, cause all the banks are closed for the foreseeable future!" And then he bursts out into maniacal laughter as the tape cuts out.

#plot; comedy is dead #solo; #death tw #murder tw #terrorism tw #the joker tw #(the actual muse to be tagged later)

[leolgc]

ACTING PORTFOLIO

if given a chance, would you be interested in being a part of a musical? yes

3 genres that you would enjoy the most? historical, mystery, horror

3 genres that you wouldn’t enjoy as much? school, idol, fluff

3 character tropes that you would be interested in portraying? the villian, protective best friend/brother, younger man who falls for an older person.

3 character tropes that you would dislike portraying? "sudden amnesia", "best friend turned enemies" ( he feels like its overused ), "rich vs poor"

list 3 of your favorite fictional characters from any work ( eg. movie, drama, animation, musical, play, etc. ) lee soohyuk's character in tomorrow, loki, cha sungjoon ( business proposal )

out of the four options, rank them in order based on 1 being the most important part to 4 being the least important part in deciding whether to take a specific acting project; character, storyline, staff ( eg. if the director/writer is someone famous ), money: ( 1 - 4 ): storyline, character, staff, money

#lgc:actporfolio001 #solo; #brightcloud ― solos

[eliaskahtri]

Another New Beginning || Elias Solo

TIMING: Late September

LOCATION: California

PARTIES: Elias

SUMMARY: A lot has happened since Elias left, including psychiatric care and a scientific breakthrough.

CONTENT WARNINGS: None

Having a mild case of fame became Elias’s second worst nightmare. His first worst nightmare was the fact that he had seen things he should have, which defied explanation and science. He had run away from his problems as quickly as he could, leaving everything and everyone he had met in the dust as his car drove out of the city limits of Wicked’s Rest. 

He hadn’t talked to Regan before he left and hadn’t resigned formally. Hadn’t even said goodbye. 

All he had done was leave a note for Gael that just said, “I’m not safe here anymore.” and left it at that. 

He had packed up everything and vanished as if he hadn’t existed there in the first place. He had received messages from both of them, asking where he had gone. He never opened them. 

Instead, he sought out a therapist for his delusions and hallucinations. 

He had been put on three different medications and received extensive talk therapy to deal with his symptoms. It still felt wrong, as if something wasn’t quite right. He knew what he saw, and it had been real. It was real, and now he was being told he suffered hallucinations. His therapist had explained it away by saying he likely suffered a psychotic episode from his high stress with work and seeing someone get killed in front of him. “Some people aren’t equipped to handle these things,” she told him. 

“But it felt so real,” he had responded, to which she simply shrugged her shoulders and responded with “hallucinations can feel very real. That’s why they’re so scary when we experience them.” 

After that, He accepted this as an explanation and began to go back to work. He returned to his job at the local hospital, continuing to work on the prosthetic he had abandoned when he’d moved to Maine.

___

Lisa Peters had sustained nerve damage that had left her ability to flex and use her hand somewhat difficult. She had learned to live with it but would occasionally pursue studies looking for people that fit her description. When she had gotten the offer to be a test subject for a new unreleased prosthetic, she was curious. She was even more curious when they made her sign NDAs and go through extensive interviewing. That’s where she met Dr. Garcia, a middle-aged woman who was, together with the device's creator, hooking up the exoskeleton to her arm. They had explained how it worked, but much of the scientific and medical jargon had gone through one ear and out the other. All she knew was that if this worked, she would regain the ability to use her hand again. It was almost too good to be true. 

He had done it. Elias Kahtri had successfully created a robotic exoskeleton for someone with nerve damage in their hand and arm. All the late-night hours, the mental breakdowns, and running away from responsibility for a time had finally paid off. He had just created a cybernetic prosthetic that would change not only his life but the lives of those who had sustained injuries that had left a limb immobile due to extensive nerve damage. Dr. Ericka Garcia clapped him on the back, and he heard cheering and excitement around him, but he was frozen in place, expressionless and in shock. “Snap out of it, Kahtri!” The doctor spoke to him, shaking his shoulders. “You did it!” 

He did do it, didn’t he? Elias slowly nodded his head, a smile creeping over his face. He did it.

A few weeks later, the news had gone public. Suddenly, everyone and their mother was inundating his phone and email with inquiries about the device he made and when it would be available for the general public. It was overwhelming. All the attention he was getting was beginning to get to him. He had never wanted this. He stayed up late as his phone continued to go off in the darkness of his apartment, face buried in his hands. He was happy about what this meant for those who needed it but absolutely terrified about what it meant for him.

He hired an assistant to help him deal with the sudden influx that fame in the scientific community had brought him. Naya Rana was a twenty-six-year-old, bright-eyed woman who easily fielded questions and interview opportunities. She had been a life-saver. Suddenly, he was going on interviews and news channels to talk about what he had made. Everyone was excited about what this meant; he only wanted a nap. 

Naya forwarded him an email one day that read; 

“Mr. Elias Kahtri, 

We would like to schedule an interview to review your research and offer you an opportunity to work with us out of Wicked’s Rest General Hospital. We look forward to hearing from you to discuss this opportunity further.

Dr. Olivia Patel, MD

Researcher at Wickeds Rest General Hospital”

Naya had bounded over to him that day after sending the email to him, a bright smile on her face. “My family is from Wicked’s Rest!” She explained, stumbling over her words as she explained that she missed her family and would love to be close to them again. 

Elias had refused at first. He had lived there for a brief stint and abandoned it. What would the people he had met say when he suddenly returned? He couldn’t face them. Still, he kept thinking about it. After a week, he randomly blurted out, “Let’s go to Wicked’s Rest.” Naya had been shocked when he said it but slowly nodded her head. “Alright. I can reach out to them and get more information about it.”

Now, there he was. Standing in the middle of a pre-furnished apartment that reflected none of his personality. It was like a ghost lived there instead of the fun-loving individual he once was. He was empty and needed a chance to rediscover himself—one step at a time.

#Another New Beginning #threads #solo;

[hexgirling]

“that character is a war criminal” that character is from a fictional fantasy world and did not attend the geneva convention

#this is my favorite tweet i ever made #rip twitter #fictional villains #the darkling #aleksander morovoza #anakin skywalker #halbrand #daemon targaryen #daenerys targeryan #house targaryen #rhysand #kylo ren #ben solo #jess speaks

[tonsillessscum]

Leia post in honor of Carrie Fisher’s passing which was 7 years ago today.

#star wars #leia #princess leia #leia of alderaan #leia skywalker #leia organa #Star Wars memes #Carrie fisher #Han solo #leiahan #empire strikes back #a new hope #return of the jedi #ristarwars

[bexrisa]

risa stood in the dance studio, the faint echo of her footsteps mingling with the rhythmic beat of her racing heart. this week was different. this week, she was determined to conquer her fears, to push herself beyond her limits, and focused hard on what she dubbed her "week of transformation."

as the music began to fill the room, adrenaline coursed through her veins. with a deep breath, she launched into her routine, her movements initially hesitant and unsure. but with each passing moment, she felt herself slowly sinking into the music, her body responding with a newfound grace and fluidity, with something akin to relaxation, comfort even.

day after day, she dedicated herself to training, pushing herself to the brink of exhaustion and then some, days ending and blurring where sometimes she could barely climb the steps to her apartment door, collapsing on the sofa instead of making the extra trek to her bed.

with each hour spent, she could feel herself growing stronger, more confident. she lost herself in the music much like she would when she was singing, instead allowing it to guide her movements with ease. steps and motions that had once seemed impossible and confusing now showed a semblance of natural grace.

on the final day of her self-imposed hell week, risa stepped into the studio with a sense of quiet determination, determination that stubbornly stayed with her as she attempted yet again to complete a full run of a choreo without any mistakes.

with a deep breath, she closed her eyes and let the music wash over her, and then, with a flicker of determination in her gaze, she began. each movement was deliberate, each step imbued with a newer sense of purpose. as the music surrounded her, she felt herself rising to the challenge, her body moving with strength and confidence.

and when the final notes of the song faded away, risa stood in the center of the studio, her chest heaving with exertion and breathlessness, a triumphant smile playing at the corners of her lips.

she had done it. she had pushed herself beyond her limits and emerged stronger and better for it.

as she caught her breath, one of the many coaches that the company employed approached her, a proud smile on his face. "i have to say risa, i'm impressed," he admitted. "you've improved more in this week than i've seen in months. keep up the good work."

a wave of relief washed over risa as she realized that hard work really had paid off. she may not have become a master dancer overnight, but she had proven to herself that she was capable of more than she had ever imagined, and had the validation to prove it.

#solo; #sa;training #to be tagged;

[besooyoung]

are you ready for it--?

maybe it's a bit of a drunken revelation, or a bit of 'hey, you know what? fuck it.' that fueled sooyoung's initial filling out of the stupid interest form for the next iteration of next generation- nonetheless, she's done it now, and she's too proud to back out. bright and early, she finds herself shuffled and sorted among hundreds of other hopefuls, corralled into a gymnasium and watching a projected image of each company ceo themselves extol the requirements and qualities of their respective companies.

yawn.

while she accompanied jinyoung to every portion of the process that she could, it's a little different being the subject herself, and the method of application. (and honestly, as soon as she hears the requirements for 'phase two', she kind of kicks herself for not joining jinyoung on the show last year- as that at least sounded easier.)

sooyoung regrets the little sleep that she got as she toys with the stickered number that she stuck to a thigh of her pants as the details are shared and it's revealed that not only will there be an interview of sorts, but what sounds like a talent sharing- and she is woefully unprepared.

what kind of talent do i even have that doesn't require tools? she questions as she's ushered along with a group into one of the rooms she assumes is meant to present a company. and for once, sooyoung wonders if drunken ambition really did her in, and she's in over her head. sr media already declined to cast her, delta questioned whether her motives were her own or a mirror of her brother's and that she needed to work on self-expression and individuality, and now, it's like she was just waiting for lime to give her more lemons.

the only part sooyoung has hesitantly prepared for is something about a 60 second piece, which is apparently going to be for the only company she hasn't been handed a rejection from yet. steeling her nerves, sooyoung files into the herd that's organized by numbers now, and waits her turn, watching much younger, much more talented teens and others showcase their 60 seconds, and suddenly her perfect rendition of maniac's [viviz] chorus choreography seems all-too-bland. she blanches as soon as her back is turned away from the judge and cameras and immediately goes to the back of the group, dissatisfied.

fortunately, she at least has a little more time to think about some sort of additional special talent as her group is informed that they're heading to sr media's questions room next. at least talking is something she's good at- usually. she waits as they go down the metaphorical line, trying to guess at what questions she'll be asked, until it is her turn, and a question she hadn't heard yet is fired rapidly at her. 'What is the most interesting place that you have been to wearing the shoes that you’re wearing now?' sooyoung glances down at her shoes, her favorite pair of heels that now seem a horrible choice for today. "flea market," she responds quickly, before realizing only a half-second later that she needs to elaborate on that before she sounds completely boring. "i went to los angeles for a hairstylist's convention and my friend took me to an antique market there," she continues, slowly gaining her courage back. "these are actually almost ten years old," she laughs. sooyoung can't tell if anyone is amused or not, but the questions continue, 'What can you bring to the table that we won’t see in any other contestant?' "honesty," is the quickest knee jerk reply that she can give, and that one seems to land, with a few chuckles in her direction. 'what's your favorite useless fact?' which is one that she's actually ironically prepared for-- the silly anecdotes are often good icebreakers when she has a new client in her chair, and sooyoung knows quite a lot of useless fun facts. "an ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain." she nods with a cheeky smile. and sooner than she can blink, her group is finished and sent to delta's room.

this time, sooyoung thing's she has somewhat of a strategy, having sidled up to a somewhat friendly looking younger girl and asked if she could borrow her- more specifically, her hair, for her turn at a special talent, quickly wrapping the girl's hair in a spare pair of stockings that live in sooyoung's bag. her turn arrives, and she proudly declares that her special talent is style, and pulls her newfound assistant to the front of the room with her. after a quick introduction and polite smile, she confirms, "i work as a stylist and cosmetologist, and my talent i will show today is quick transformation." and with that, she gently unwraps the girl's hair, revealing barely there (though it's proof of concept, really) curls, and, as if she's mentoring someone at the shop, she stands to the side so the judges and camera can see. "if you want to see how bangs look or just wear the style for a special occasion, you can juuuust," she speaks while she works, fingers deftly sizing the lengths of hair to pin back and applying pins in just the right fashion. "aaaaaand, voila," she steps aside with a flourish and gestures presentationally to the girl that kindly volunteered to help her. "a completely different look, with no last implications." sooyoung grins, "great for those of us with commitment issues," she jokes.

#be:ngs2p1 #solo;

[swedenis-h]

Idk how they’re getting outta this one (X)

#I was gonna make a bunch of these but then this took me all day 😭 #I’ll definitely still make some vamp ones but #not today! #leia organa #han solo #barbie #barbie movie #art #fanart #digital art #fan art #star wars #sw #sw fanart #star wars fanart #hanleia

[fulcrvm]

illya is so dramatic oh my god i love him

#yes im still on season 1 of mfu im very slow at watching tv shows #the man from uncle #mfu #illya kuryakin #napoleon solo #napollya #from season 1 episode 20 #which was honestly hilarious im glad there was an illya centric episode it was fun #rex speaks #WHY DOES THIS HAVE SO MANY NOTES WHO ARE YOU GUYS

[dornish-queen]

A friend sent this to me. I'm fucking dying!!!! 😂💀🤣💀

#Han Solo Service Animal

[zombiebabysitter]

Faces Through Broken Glass || Charlie Solo

LOCATION: Eluria Cemetery TIMING: Mid-March PARTIES: Charlie and the Band (RIP) SUMMARY: Charlie goes with the rest of his band to check out Eluria Cemetery. Only Charlie makes it out alive. CONTENT WARNINGS: Head Trauma tw, witnessing murder

__

“Come on, Charlie! I’ve heard crazy things about this town, and you know where shit always goes down in a crazy town like this? The fucking creepy-ass cemetery in the spooky sector of town.” Lindsey, the lead singer of Charlie’s band Zombie Babysitter, told him. This was her third attempt to persuade him to join the rest of the band on a tour of Eluria Cemetery. Charlie was no coward, of course, but there was something about the whole idea that gave him bad vibes. But everyone else was on board now. He pulled a face, then threw his head back and groaned. “Uuuugh! Fine!” He finally relented, earning a fist pump and a “Yessss!” from Lindz. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Leave me to be the mom of the band every fucking time.” He bemoaned before forcing himself off the lumpy motel couch and out the door with the rest of the band, who were excited to get out and explore.

After a tense drive over in the band van they’d all named Morty, The four of them hopped out of the car and headed for the entrance to the cemetery. Charlie staggered behind, but his hand was grabbed by Gareth, the band’s drummer and Charlie’s long-term boyfriend. He flashed Gareth a timid smile and continued forward. They walked silently, taking in the tombstones and strange fog that seemed to envelop the place. 

“Yep, creepy cemetery for sure, dudes.” Vikky, the band’s bassist, announced as she snapped a picture of a crypt on her phone. “Bitchin’ place for a new album cover, though.” She added with a smirk. Leave it to Vikky to get the perfect album photo, the amateur photographer that she was. They were telling jokes and freaking each other out every so often, and Charlie found his worries melting away as they kept going. These were his best friends. These were supposed to be the best days of his life.

Everything happened so fast after that. One minute they were popping out behind headstones and freaking each other out, then next, Vikky was grabbed. She was screaming, and then she was quiet. No one saw what happened. “Vik?” Lindz called out, voice trembling. Gareth was holding on to Charlie tightly as if he’d seen something. “Gareth, what happened?” Charlie murmured to him, hitting him in the chest to try and get his attention. “I… fuck, it was a person,” Gareth responded quietly. Brows knitted together with fear. 

“FUCK, CHARLIE! GARETH!” Lindz screamed out, and then she, too, disappeared into the fog. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” Charlie babbled, grabbing at his hair and pulling. “Fuck, Gareth, we gotta, gotta get out of here!” Charlie decided, taking a big step backward as Gareth was grabbed. “NO!” Charlie shouted, jumping after the man who was getting dragged backward, kicking and screaming. Whoever this guy was that grabbed him was strong as fuck, he couldn’t get him off. “Charlie, RUN!” Gareth screamed before letting out a scream that quickly became a gurgle, then silence.

Charlie stood stock still with wide eyes, then began to backpedal. Fuck, he couldn’t die like this. A hand grabbed him, teeth sunk into flesh. “NO!” He yelled, yanking his arm away and turning around to run as fast as his feet could carry him. “Fuck no FUCK!” His whole life flashed before his eyes at that moment. He tripped over a body, Lindz’s body: her skull, her brain… the guy on the floor eating it. Charlie screamed louder and began running again. Zombies. ZOMBIES. He wasn’t going to fucking die like this. Somehow, he got away. Somehow, he lived. His arm burned like fucking hell, but he was alive. He clambered into Morty and started the engine, eyes wide with fear as he drove off toward the police station. 

Charlie learned two things that day. 

One, he had been bitten by a zombie.

Two, he was going to live the rest of his living life to the absolute fucking max because that’s what his friends would want. 

#Faces Through Broken Glass #threads #head trauma tw #solo;

[playedbetter]

send HELPED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone helped / saved them

For Joey!

@the-haunted-office

Meme / Accepting!

It was rush season at the shop, which was nice for the money it brought in but absolutely terrible for his sleep schedule. Joey's eyes were going cross trying to sew on the last button to a blazer, one of the alterations ordered for it was swapping out the black buttons for some sliver ones. It looked a little much in his opinion but in matters of taste the customer was always right.

Besides with how hard it was to keep his eyes open he hardly had the energy to be arguing with people. His hand was shaking as he tried to get the needle lined up.

"Joey what on earth are you doing in here?" Danny asked as he stepped in, hanging his coat up on the way.

"Trying to finish this stupid order before I head home," Joey replied, finally jabbing the needle in but accidently stabbing himself in the finger. "Ow!"

Danny chuckled as Joey set down the coat and sucked on his now bleeding finger. "At this rate you're going to sew your own sleeve to it before you get that button on, you need some sleep,"

"I don't wanna leave it unfinished," Joey complained as he spun his chair to look up at Danny.

Danny put a hand on his shoulder. "I'll finish it, okay? You go take a nap or something,"

Joey got up and patted Danny on the back. "Alright, thanks,"

Danny smiled at him. "Anytime."

#joey; solo #joey; npcs #solo; #joey; meta & headcanons #asks;

[stealingpotatoes]

What was Luke’s reaction to a larger body of water

his moisture farmer instincts kicked in

(donation doodles! // tip jar)

#leia organa #han solo #luke skywalker #star wars #my doods #thanks for the ask! #ot trio #skywalkers & water

[yourangle-yuordevil]

Keeping it slow, but you know how it is with Aziraphale... once he gets a taste he wants it all ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#he's gonna climb Crowley like a tree next time they see eachother #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #good omens #good omens comic #papalina per dormire my beloved solo Aziraphale potrebbe indossare una cosa del genere #porchetta time