#whitcviolin

a hargreeves and co. playlist 

01. sunny - boney m.  02. razzmatazz - i don’t know how they found me 03. verbatim - mother mother 04. psycho killer - the wrecks 05. everybody wants to rule the world - tears for fears 06. teenagers - macy gray  07. someone to love - fountains of wayne 08. arms tonite - mother mother 09. black madonna - cage the elephant 10. soul kitchen - the doors 11. obsessed with you  - the orion experience 12. once i had a love - blondie 13. choke - i don’t know how they found me 14. dancing with myself - generation x 15. baby you’re a haunted house - gerard way 16. do it all the time - i don’t know how they found me 17. the cult of dionysus  - the orion experience  18. cannibal - tally hall 19. dead inside - younger hunger 20. always running out of time - motion city soundtrack 21. chakras  - qveen hervy 22. le disko - shiny toy guns 23. i don’t feel like dancin’  - scissor sisters 24. lucy in the sky with diamonds - bono 25. rasputin - boney m. ( listen )

@whitcviolin​ said : “how about a hug, hm?”

[ x - accepting ]

As much as he loved, and cared about Vanya, “To quote Hamlet, act three, scene three, line eighty-seven: No.”

@whitcviolin​ said:  𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫’𝔱 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔬𝔫 , 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 ?

          ˜”*°•.    A black  and  inky night,  nothing  but  heralding  a turbulent  and  hostile storm.  A  race with  disaster  had he  been  running for  a  lifetime, hiding  from  the end,  but  also seeking  it,  provoking it.  Beyond  the  farthest edge  of  night had  he  been standing,  the  threat never  absent,  always there,  always  known. A  threat  that was  anger,  that  was  rage, that  was  pain: for  Vanya’s  concession to  this  madness had  been  nothing but  a  scream for  justice,  an outburst  decades  old.

               For  a brief  moment,  the silence  seemed  to vibrate  like  a countless  of  waves:  one wrong  word,  one wrong  move  capable  of wreaking  havoc  on the  whole  world --  the  tsunami pulling  them  down  into  the deep  waters,  drowning them,  suffocating  them --.  And  perhaps, if  it  wasn’t for  their  siblings, he’d  have  followed her  willingly  -- stepped  off  the cliff  she’d  been banished  to  for so  long  --. But  she  knew he  wouldn’t  do  it:  she  knew  he  wouldn’t let them  die.  For all  he  cared about  the  cost.

             ❝ Surprisingly  enough, I  get  that  a  lot. ❞  Sarcasm. Lips  stretched  upwards. The  final  response. The  final  decision. For  if  she  wouldn’t wake  up nicely,  peacefully,  he  was willing to  fight.  Go to  whatever  length needed  to  bring  his sister  back,  keep his  siblings  alive. But  if  he   had  to  choose… But  perhaps,  he’d chosen  already.

                                   @whitcviolin​   /    STARTER CALL.     

@whitcviolin​: 💬 / for ben :)

@whitcviolin​ said:  𝔥𝔢’𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡

             ˜”*°•.     ❝ This is  not  right. ❞  The words  trailed  off slowly,  merely  a  whisper. Gaze  travelling  around,   anywhere but  at  her.  After all  this  time, after  all  those  battles --  those  futile attempts,  those  fruitless plans  --,  the timeline  had  turned upside  down.  People that  should  be dead,  roaming  the grounds  alive.  And people  that  should be  living,  thriving, merely  rotting  under the  ground.  And there  it  came, that  panic,  nesting inside  his  head, dressed  like  anger, like  rage.  Wearing its  best  costume and  coming  out  in waves  of  sheer  mania.  ❝ Damn  it! ❞   A loud  thud  -- hand  meeting  with the  wall  //  pain  soothing, same  as  the numbness  --.

Focus.  You have  to  focus. Or  they  all die.

The puppy was mostly golden brown, though he couldn’t pin down a breed. It was likely a mutt, adopted from somewhere, and it let out a tiny bark from the box that it was in. It was in a gift box, and something told him he wasn’t supposed to find it so soon. He looked at it, and couldn’t find himself to be angry at it. After all it was one of his siblings who decided to get a dog during the winter holidays, despite no one in this family being responsible enough for a dog.

He picked the dog up, cradling it in his arms, because looking at it made him feel a bit gooey inside, and it was helpless and did not deserve to be stuck in the box. It attempted to look his chin. He let it. He then looked around the House and finally found Vanya in the kitchen, “Were you behind this?” he asked, bluntly, shifting his arms so the dog was obvious to her. The dog licked him again, and he paid it no mind, though they ( he and this dog ) were going to have to have a talk about it later.