#clayformed

“hey, we should go shopping or something,” she says, her brow furrowing in thought. “it’s boring here.”

                𝓎𝑜𝓊  𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌  𝓈𝒽𝑒  𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈𝓃’𝓉  𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒  𝓉𝒽𝑒  𝑔𝑜𝒹𝓈,  𝒶𝓃𝒹  𝓎𝑜𝓊  𝒶𝓇𝑒  𝑜𝓃𝑒  𝑜𝒻  𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂.  but  in  the  ended  did  you  liked  the  gods  either ?  it  seemed  almost  as  if  both  were  in  the  same  place  but  you  cannot  not  blame  her  for  not  seeing  it,  gods  can  be  the  enemy  most  of  the  times.  you  don’t  share  a  move  nor  a  smile  towards  her                you  are  actually  enjoy  the  idea  of  her  not  trusting  you  because  in  that  way  perhaps  she  will  not  come  and  bother  you,  you  enjoy  the  loliness  that  your  status  brings  you,  and  you  want  to  keep  it  that  way.  yet  your  curiosity  starts  to  kick  in  and  you  find  in  yourself  that  need  of  wanting  to  know  more  to  learn  more  about  her.  you  whisper  soft  words  to  the  waitress  so  she  can  take  any  drink  to  her  table,  believing  it  could  be  enough  to  call  for  her  attention.

sense8 season one  \  @clayformed  -  accepting

scared is not the word he himself would use,  but he’ll definitely allow it.  tony is fascinated,  stunned,  in utter awe at the woman.  he straightens out,  finally standing after throwing himself out of the way of a thrown car.  now he’s been in plenty of similar situations,  has even actually been hit by a flying vehicle  ( both on purpose and by accident ),  and he has also had the luck of meeting and befriending quite the number of amazingly strong women in his lifetime ---- but he won’t deny that it still amazes him every single time.

the dedication on her face alone had been enough to freeze him on the spot,  he can’t think of many who would have been able to contain the threat so gracefully and so quickly ;  she had it under control and it looked like poetry in motion.

❝          WELL   ,          the   hassle   is   the   fun   in   it   all   .        ❞

                                → MESSAGE: SHE-TROY 🐯 🍒

( 11:24PM ) : i have it pinned into the royal schedule( 11:24PM ) : hope you know i fully plan on winning.( 11:25PM ) : bring ur a game. 

      * OVER/WATCH.

His elbow digs into the metal surface, sharp, heavy, pressing into steel. Arthur feels every sinew strung taut, tension coiling through the length of his arm; there is strength defined in the muscle, curves and contours carefully etched and emphasized in black ink; there is strength in this, too, the serrated shape of shark teeth, niho mano, and the gaping mouths of his gods, jaws unhinged, around the skin of his hands. 

Diana’s fingers feel like a meat grinder; Arthur, in turn, only grips it tighter, palm to palm, and it  happens as though the earth is shaking, the sky is fiery webs of thunder and lightning, a divine clash. Arthur’s eyes are dilated, black pools that thin the harsh arctic blue of his eyes, and he is grinning, struggling, enjoying this,