INTO THE NIGHT

i’m so incredible grateful for each and every one of you all so this here is my way to thank you. whether you had been around when i started this blog or are following me for a few days — i want to give you something back!! for being the nicest and greatest people on tumblr and i can call myself lucky to have you stick around. first of all by making a   RESOURCE PACK   that can be downloaded here. furthermore the giveaway - two three winners will get to choose between a customized theme, a promo graphic or icons ( 100+ with the PSD ). the rules are as simple as always: both reblogs and likes count, you must be following me ( and don’t unfollow afterwards or you will be banned from all future giveaways ) && THE GIVEAWAY ENDS ON THE 5TH OF JUNE

                                   themes ;;                                     ●  ●  ●  ●  ● 

                          “ We ruined it? You shouldn’t — don’t give up. “

     She pulled Magnus along to follow him,  noticing how he was  moving  languidly.      There were so  FEW  people left, now.  She couldn’t just leave him to  d i e.  The      look that she gave to her brother told her that he was  uncertain  about this man,      but  she  knew  she  could  help  him.  She just  couldn’t   give  up  on  anyone.

                  “ You’re HURT, aren’t you? I can help… can I look at it for you?                   We have somewhere safe.  You could stay until you’re better. “

           Titus was hurt. By god, he was hurt. More EMOTIONALLY than physically. And he just wanted it to end already. While he admired her courage and how she was so PERSISTENT, all he really wanted was to be left alone. With no brother or sister to keep him going, Titus’ moral took a DIVE in the deep end.

❝ 'm fine. Don’t need your god damn help, alri-- ❞

           A sharp pain SHOT through his side, forcing him to double over. He could just hear Orion and Eta SCOLDING him about not taking the help he NEEDED. This was a chance he shouldn’t be passing up. Titus cursed under his breath, at them and at the pain. Maybe he should just take it. He was seeing spots.....

                  Some sort of magical event happened and I reached  100  followers the                   the other day so I will be doing  my  first  derpy  little  ICON GIVEAWAY!                   I am not skilled enough to make anything like themes but  maybe  that’ll                   be a thing sometime in the future.  But— !!!  The rules  are as follows;                   you must be following me  &  likes and reblogs both count. There will be                   2 winners  ;;  the first will receive 50 icons and the second  will receive                   25 icons of a face claim of  their  choice.  Roleplay  blogs  only,  please!                                      The giveaway ends on May 17th at 5pm MST.

     Laurel’s five-month-old had his fist  firmly wrapped around her thumb as      she and her husband moved up the walkway to his  parents’  house. The      little boy was still unsure of the world outside of District  Thirteen  ;;  all      the  noises  and  light  frightened  him  easily.  But  she  was  there  every      SINGLE second to give him all the attention and kisses that it would take      to    s o o t h e    him. She  cooed  at  him to keep him from fussing more.       Apparently he didn’t like the wind yet, either.

     “What  do  you  think  they’ll  say  when  they   SEE   him? You didn’t say      anything  to  them,  right?  Oh,  I  know  they’ll    love him.   They  will.“

 ❝ Nope, I did not. Laurel, they’ll adore him.  ❞

            Titus could not EXPLAIN the happiness and GIDDINESS he felt as they walked up to his parent’s house for the first time with Magnus. Magnus, his SON. Magnus his FIRST born. Titus watched Laurel try to keep their son calm in the outside world. With the happiness and giddiness came a sense of CONTENTMENT. This was his LIFE now and he couldn’t be any happier.

 ❝ No doubt grandmother will snatch him from you right as the door opens. ❞

            A chuckle came from him as he rang the bell. It took a few SECONDS but the door was opened by his mother with his father and grandmother RIGHT behind. First, Sybil’s eyes were WIDE and she was about to run to her son for one of the BIGGEST hugs she would ever GIVE, but then she saw the baby in Laurel’s arms. It connected with her almost immediately and she SQUEALED. 

 ❝ Is-- is that.... ❞

            Desmond TRAILED off, eyes trained on Magnus as well, tears welling up. Lucille, Titus’ grandmother, PUSHED her way past Desmond and Sybil and stood NOSE to nose with Magnus and Laurel, as if she was about to give him an ASSESSMENT.

 ❝ He’s a Saphire if I ever saw one. ❞

 ❝ And an Edenthaw. My god, Titus-- Laurel! Why didn’t you say something! ❞

       I’m still in the middle of all my exams and yet you guys keep being               this amazing. So the rules are as always; you must be                        following me, likes and reblogs both count            and don’t unfollow afterwards because that’s just rude.             There will be 1 winner who gets a theme and icons + PSD.                         The giveaway will end on the 9th May.

                              Themes ;;                             ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆*◆*

     But then she saw a  figure moving along the side of the reflecting pool and she      grabbed her brother’s  arm,  pulling  him along to help the man. It was the man      from before.  And  he  was  moving towards that group of eaters from before —      WITHOUT   his  rifle.  Despite  her  brother’s arguments, she  s t i l l  pulled him      towards the group. She couldn’t leave the man to die.

     Thankfully they were faster then him because they were on the eaters before      they could attack  the  man.  Laurel  didn’t  fear  them any more and she killed      more  of them than Magnus did. But now wasn’t the time for  GLOATING. She      turned to the man, her eyes filled with concern.

❝ Yeah. And you just ruined that. So thanks. ❞

           Perhaps it was just a sign he should try again LATER. With that, he bent over to pick up his backpack and guitar and almost FELL over due to light headedness. But he was FINE, slinging the two over his shoulder. Titus almost left the two without another word, but instead just PLOPPED back down on the stairs, suddenly feeling like he didn’t want to go ANYWHERE anymore.