#destinyhunted

Usually, fights didn’t happen, Marcus wasn’t one to get physical that quickly. It wasn’t an excuse but Alaine knew her brother wasn’t having the greatest day, he was mad earlier at a customer and then later at a lousy employee. She guessed that was just the last straw for him and ended up punching the poor guy, who wasn’t the annoying customer or the lousy employee.

With an ice pack in her hand, some ice in a bag and paper towels around it, already getting a bit wet and starting to soak, she opened the door to the steps outside the building, seeing the guy still there. She didn’t know the whole story on the fight, but she was the one to break it up and brought the guy outside.

TUMBLR POST SENTENCES MEME! | accepting! | @peacelonging

TUMBLR POST SENTENCES MEME! | accepting! | @destinyhunted

ICONIC VINE MEME! | accepting! | @destinyhunted / @peacelonging

     ❝  dude, we could totally see bigfoot.  ❞   nessa turns her head to him from the passenger seat, a highly wrinkled map half - unfolded in her lap. the sharpie in her hand is being tapped lightly against the window.   ❝  i’m marking it down. it’s fuckin’ happening. we couldn’t find mothman, we haven’t seen a single alien spaceship, we have to see bigfoot.  ❞

misc angst meme + @destinyhunted​

The thought alone made her want to laugh - but with the both of them in his place, Toni curled up along the couch with his head in her lap, all she could do was twist, slightly, so that she could meet his stare head on, a slighter smile curving at her lips, brows quirked. “Why for?” she asked as if she didn’t know, as if they hadn’t already talked about her needing to leave because the summer was coming to an end, and she needed to make the move to New York. It was time for her to start college… and that was supposed to be a brilliant thing, wasn’t it? All the goodness and the growth, she was excited, but at the same time, she knew he wouldn’t come with her. That big cities were a bigger risk, for all the things that he’d let her learn, slowly, but surely, about him and his gifts.

And while it made her sad, who was she to stop for a man? The future would have laughed at her, too practical a woman to think that love was forever and all seeing, all lasting. Love was beautiful, but her life was going to be judged by what she did it with, and college was a must for her. Having done the hard work and gotten into the sciences program that she wanted, one step along the way to med school. But none of it translated into Nick being very happy, a feeling that she knew she shared, but apart of her already ready for the new challenge, the change from Riverdale, as terrifying as it was. Ready for that thrill in her bones, bringing his knuckles to her lips to kiss, idly.

touch me meme + @destinyhunted

She liked the floor of his apartment, the cushions thrown down from the couch, to the carpeting, the place always clean, the carpet an endless swath of soft and gray. They’d come here for quiet and awayness, the world at large held at a certain distance that she didn’t know how to describe or explain, for some reason, this place feeling above it all. For brief moments her eyelids closed, a grin on her face - Toni’s hair fathering around behind her head like some form of a halo,  his own a little messy, the kind that she’d sometimes right when he’d let her. “You’re gonna keep this place?” the Ghoulies ran the hallways now, and coming here was a risk for her - more often than not, now, she scaled the sides of the building along the fire escapes, the only means by which she could get to him, find that safety without having to pass through doors where Ghoulies stooped out front.

Him on the floor with her, nodding, their kind of means of a promise. The best that they could manage. They didn’t have a chance like this often to meet anymore, for obvious reasons, and she would have even said it would be better if he moved to the Northside, if it weren’t for the costs of it. Dark eyes reflecting back at him, thankful for once that he’d never really chosen a side, though maybe one day she’d come to find him in black and painted eyes, a grin on his face and his teeth sharpened for battle. But before she could even offer it up as a thought, his hand moved, cupping her cheek, this thumb, moving, slowly across her skin.

send a broken heart for angst meme + @destinyhunted

46. your muse commits murder to save mine

Hands, shaking, they backed up against the wall with a quiet breath shared between them. This was madness, but what wasn’t that lately, with the world all but in flames around them, sometimes, literally. Nick holding up at her arm, even as she stumbled, looking at him with a flushed face and wondering when she’d missed the signs, that he was something more than human behind it all. It now made sense, his distaste for people, the arms length in which he treated all souls around him .Because how else could he manage to keep something like this a secret, her heart in her throat as the man what had been giving them chase rounded the corner to cut them off, another, behind them to leave them… pinned.

Reaching out to hold his hand, Toni meeting his gaze for a moment. “If you have to leave me to get out of this, do it.” a certain hard edge to the tone of her voice, wanting him to live because he deserved that. Knowing it was her fault that he found himself exposed, his powers used to save her but… it was enough to allow those hunting after him to find out where he was, what he was doing. The both of them exiting his house that morning as if nothing were remiss, save the long conversation they’d had, in which… she could live with him, the powers, the subtle lies told over the year to protect himself, she’d understood it all, until this.

Breathing low, slow, eyes darting between the two men as they drew closer, more alarmed when guns were drawn. Whether they intended to use them or not, did it matter. Looking to Nick for that brief, bare second, smiling faintly, “Go.” never expecting to see them both twist and turn suddenly, twitching as they fell to the ground, sudden and cold. The sudden slackness in their figures telling her that she knew what she dared not give word to, that they were dead, in cold blood, Nick all but collapsing at her side with the effort it had taken to drive them to insanity and to the edge of hell. Gasping as she held onto him, shaking him with a fierceness. “Nick? NICK! We gotta get out of here, we…”