#altertyped

fuck. how did he get stuck with this guy ??  and WHERE does he know him from ??  duncan realizes he’s staring, and replaces his confused glare with a back-the-fuck-off glare instead.  being back on this island is messing with his head, for real -- seriously !!  him ??  on the heroes team ??  no way, man !!  

     ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ HELLO!! IM GOING TO GET SAPPY!! ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

(I shouldn’t have to say this, but unless you’re Zak do not reblog this. LEAVE CUTE MESSAGES FOR THEM THO)

First, I wanna say that if you’re not following them on @altertyped or @voidfcllen you’re absolutely missing out on some top-notch writing. I’ve had the honor and privilege of being able to enjoy their vast creativity and love for their characters and it's amazing.

You rarely see someone put so much of themselves into their characters and the respect they have for both canon material and their muses as a whole being is worthy of admiration.

Zak is without a doubt one of my favorite creators here on Tumblr. 

They're sweet, funny, and kind. Talking about anything with them turns into something enjoyable.

We've known each other for years now, I can safely say a little over maybe 5 years and I never feel worn out or tired of our interactions. Their passion to take lesser known characters or to bring something new with the vastly popular ones is just so refreshing to see among so many wonderful versions of those muses.

Now that the shameless plug has been taken care of, i'mma get sappy!

@altertyped

This was tiresome. They both knew it. They both knew that their feelings for each other were immense, but were always too stubborn and prideful to actually show it. 

Well, Alejandro was done. They already acted as though they hated each other, what the hell is one kiss going to do besides get them to talk?

So, he did just that. He was not surprised when he felt his body being pushed away.

“No, what are we doing? This bullshit dancing back and forth between us is childish. I’m tired of pretending that we don’t know that there is something more here!”

lindsay LOVES the hustle and bustle of the mall, although it's a completely different playground during the holiday season -- screaming babies unhappy to meet santa, frantic last-minute shoppers all trying to find that perfect gift, and everything in between. they happen to fall into all three categories ( minus the screaming and being unhappy bits ) !!

of all the last-minute shopping they had done thus far, lindsay holds the little bag from SANTA'S WORKSHOP with the picture she thought would be totally cute of she and mike with santa ( and she was right !! they look adorable !! ), and in her free hand is mike's, while he somehow manages to balance her in the mix of presents for other people, and things lindsay thought were too perfect to pass up for herself.

"oh !! over there !!" lindsay's fingers are tucked into the crux of mike's elbow as she tugs him through the partygoers. the venue is packed, contractually obligated contestants in a room with each other when they would all rather be anywhere else, but not lindsay !!

christmas is linday's second favorite time of the year ( first, being bikini season, of course ), and she actually likes most of the other campers -- the ones she knows ( and even if there are old grudges, lindsay is more than civil with everyone ). but they aren't important at the moment. her eye caught on one of her favorite christmas traditions hanging in one of the doorways, one that many other partygoers seem to be avoiding like the plague, but not lindsay !!

she smiles up at mike because it all just seems EASIER and WARMER with him by her side, navigating people to get to what she wants, even though what she wants is already in her hands.

and to drive home that point, lindsay cups mike's face once they have reached the destination, once they are settled directly beneath the mistletoe, and she pulls him down to her so that she can press her lips to his. her lip gloss is candy cane flavored, and she's not sorry at all about the taste she gives him.

                      courtney   is   no   stranger   to   the   concept   of   having   past   decisions   returning   to   haunt   you   and   she   has   the   misfortune   of   those   decisions   being   a   part   of   the   public   record,   forever   immortalizing   some   of   her   most   painful   and   embarrassing   moments.     countless   nights   staring   up   at   the   ceiling   with   bags   under   her   eyes   and   dried   tears   on   her   cheeks,   reliving   the   humiliation,   left   to   wonder   how   things   might   have   turned   out   differently   if   she   had   kept   some   of   her   innocence.     she   had   always   had   an   overdeveloped   sense   of   justice,   but   pride   was   far   more   addictive   and   her   burning   crusade   of   self-righteousness   scorched   the   earth   around   her   and   burned   countless   bridges.     there’s   a   reason   they   say   it’s   lonely   at   the   top.     

                     it   was   inevitable   that   her   past   catch   up   with   her   and   a   sign   of   growth   was   an   acceptance   of   the   need   for   her   to   atone.     when   you   lack   self   control,   the   desire   to   control   others   and   your   surroundings   has   you   running   on   autopilot.     she   sits   across   from   mal,   her   fourth   glass   of   wine   nearly   drained   as   brown   eyes   finally   lift   from   the   sticky   table   at   some   hole   in   the   wall   off   the   highway   closest   to   both   of   their   lodgings,   meeting   halfway   both   literally   and   figuratively.     the   past   hour   had   been   an   opportunity   for   her   to   vent,   to   air   out   her   frustrations   about   his   sabotage   and   her   final   moments   on   total   drama.     she   had   spent   so   long   stewing   about   it,   seething   and   blaming   others   and   for   someone   as   shady   and   cruel   as   mal   to   𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞   her   pain––   it’s   the   most   accountability   she’s   seen   from   one   of   her   former   co - stars.     not   even   gwen   had   ever   truly   acknowledged   the   hurt   she’d   inflicted   and   its   enough   for   courtney   to   finally   swallow   enough   of   her   pride   to   start   her   own   journey   of   atonement.     you   can’t   escape   the   past,   right?

                       “ I   suppose   none   of   us   can, ”   she   muses,   swirling   the   last   few   drops   of   red   wine   in   her   glass.     for   the   first   time   that   evening,   a   ghost   of   an   accepting   smile   forms   and   she   sighs.     “ even   so,   that   doesn’t   mean   that   we   can’t   learn   from   it.     or   accept   it.  ”   courtney   doesn’t   know   if   she   will   ever   truly   forgive   gwen   or   duncan   for   that   matter   and   probably   won’t   forgive   herself   for   all   of   the   wrongs   she’s   inflicted,   but   in   the   grand   scheme   of   things––   mal   played   her   in   a   way   that   wasn’t   personal,   and   to   courtney   that   makes   a   difference.