#sevenkillings

Through darkness and patter of raindrops, he had lurched, jostled to and fro like thin branches in gusts of wind. He should’ve heeded the first signs this morning, should’ve interpreted the first glimpse of grey-ish, dreary clouds above as harbinger for the storm knocking against the bright panes of the theater only hours later. But he hadn’t. Accosted now by his fatuous optimism that, like yesterday, there would be sunbeams and warm weather throughout, Alex wasn’t even carrying an umbrella.

His gait was an apace beat splashing into deep puddles on the pavement, making him shiver in his wet socks and shoes. With his coat draped over his head for meager protection, he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, mulling over his idea. The front door keys, as always, discarded and forsaken on the fish-shaped bowl in the hallway – but not, as he had hoped, in the cozy confinement of his pockets. When he pried his eyes open again, his gaze dropped to the house nestled next to his, tickling awake visions of amicable gestures and polite smiles.

She keeps telling herself to stop crying, that it only makes her loo bad. She has to learn to handle these things when he’s not around because he’s not around. But she doesn’t like it. She hates when he leaves and she doesn’t care who knows it. God forbid was a little selfish about him. She knows he has to work, and sometimes there’s things he has to do–.. but still.

poor alex :( dom thinks so highly of him. but I’m either going to write his bio or maybe just do a headcanon post about how dom was an outcast, etc when he was younger due to his intelligence/skills and his family’s status (they’re like very wealthy and whatnot)

[Oh my! How similar they are indeed, in that case! Alexander isn’t an outcast per se since his family is an overall loving and generally affirming constellation of people caring for one another. Even so, while his parents would be thrilled to see their son performing on stage in the pursuit of a serious career in the public eye ( since all of them are public personalities, in a way) his older siblings are outright against it since Alex’s talents aren’t as highly regarded as theirs. But, see, when growing up, he was also this kid who sat in a corner already reading advanced material at the age of four, so he’s extremely intelligent in that area while struggling with the sciences - classes where scraping by was the idea, not passable performances. It’s also interesting because Alexander’s family is likewise wealthy and held in high esteem even after his mom’s injury that conspired her to give up her career ( and, consequently, resulting in depressive episodes she still has to deal with). So despite being loved, there’s this persistent feeling of living in everybody else’s shadow - which is comforting to him, in a way, because Alexander doesn’t want to pursue anything that would make him essentially what his parents have always wanted. Ever since he was a boy, basically, Alexander has been trying out ways on how to differentiate himself from their familial fame but none of these attempts have prevailed for long thus far. It’s hard to explain, yet if there’s anything Alexander is more serious about than acting, it’s learning to feel comfortable with himself - an endeavor that’s not always easy, as he’s still in the ‘finding yourself’ phase so to speak. 

And now I have dumped all this random information on you. My bad. 

Love Meme

“It’s adorable!” 

Molly gave a delighted squeak and nuzzled against the stuffed dog’s fur, as though it happened to be a living, breathing animal. She did want a dog, but their current lifestyle forbade it. Perhaps when the case was finally closed…

“No shit.” 

Molly grabbed up a second towel to wrap around the first, feeling her stomach turn at the sight of the blood. The instinct to help him was far stronger than the instinct to turn away, however, and she attempted to search her memory on how to treat a gash. 

okay I love these two. they’re so damn cute