UGH, Tfw You’re Trying To Find Something For Reference That Was From Like, One Or Two Blogs Ago, Written

@shieldedchild​:  "You.. You're actually dating Sendak? Oh-- Oh my god. Oh, my GOD. That's so gross! You're so gross! I hate it here!"

     “ no, that’s not-- it isn’t-- ...it’s not like that, exactly. ”

  it IS definitely something he never wanted to have to explain to anyone, though. OR have to admit out loud. the way he stumbles over his words makes this all the more evident.

     “ it’s not... --we’re not dating, ”  he tries to explain, hands raised in front of him, gesturing VAGUELY, almost like he’s trying to put the words together with his hands. lips purse for a tick, and shiro scratches the back of his head, looking away from katie. cheeks now a warm shade of red, he stares off into the distance like somehow he’ll find a way to get out of this conversation.

     “ it’s complicated. ”  but DEFINITELY gross. he knows that, and he doesn’t blame her for seeing it that way. he would, however, prefer if she kept her voice down so the ENTIRE CASTLE doesn’t hear.  “ ...please don’t tell anyone else. ”

tag dump.

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grimesucker‌.

it’s with a fluid, albeit LAZY action that the shaman sits up, his floating flora coming to circle around his head like an earthen halo. as the werewolf provides DENIAL, a slow smirk begins to overtake dox’s mouth. YEAH, he doesn’t believe shiro for a SECOND—

but he doesn’t FAULT the kid ; SHIT, part of the reason he’d sent SHIRO on the errand was so he COULD swing into the bakery - he’s earned some GOOD KARMA, & if his good karma is the baker’s son, than dox will cheer him on. —reaching to take the coltsfoot from where it’d been dropped to his lap in his rise, the shaman pushes further to his feet, free hand landing on the wolf’s head & giving a slight RUFFLE to the fur ; 

                                                                     “ thanks, romeo. ”

& across the space he moves, bare feet padding across hardwood flooring ; sunlight illuminates the inside of the cabin, motes dust caught in the rays of light that speckle the floor through dirtied glass windows—not in FRAMES, simply SET into the wood & clay walls.

above the clay & copper appliance that serves as KITCHEN SINK does he go to hang the herbs amid a collection of various others ; after letting it SETTLE for a few days in the glow of the sunlight, he’ll store half for medicinal purposes later on, & SMOKE the rest.

—after tying the bundle to the cord from which his other herbs hang, dox turns to shiro & drops to a squatting position in order to better meet the werewolf face-to-face, teetering mildly from side to side in INSPECTION ;

                                                            “ you made it in & out okay ?”

there’s been TROUBLE in the woods lately, & while dox never lets shiro leave without a DEFENSIVE ward strung around his neck, it could be said that he’s a little OVER-PROTECTIVE of the kid.

  another huff, this one something more along the lines of EXASPERATED at the dumb nickname, shiro gestures with his head to insinuate a rolling of eyes. he doesn’t, however, shove dox’s hand away from the brief affectionate gesture. moving along behind the shaman, tail swaying behind him, he watches the herbs be set to hang, gaze following when dox drops to his eye level.

     ‘ yeah. i didn’t even SEE anyone or anything that far out in the forest. ’

this is where he pauses for a beat, brow furrowing some at the prompt about his trip bringing back some of the things about it which had... bothered him a bit. for a few moments, shiro doesn’t say anything more, even glances AWAY, trying to decide how to word his observations. another beat, and he shifts  ---  where previously an abnormally large white wolf stood now sits a semi-gangly seventeen-year-old with white hair.

“ but it’s QUIET out there, dox. weirdly quiet. ”  grey eyes meet dox’s gaze once more, uncertainty clear across the boy’s face.  “ it feels like something’s wrong, but i don’t know what. i couldn’t even smell anything out of the ordinary. ”

grimesucker‌.

@kienokoru​ | 574R73R C4LL

                                         “ the fuck’re you still doin’ up ? it’s late as shit. ”

     “ what, now you care about healthy choices? LATE NIGHTS is where you draw the line? i watched you join the other kids in chanting ‘chug chug chug’ when one of them showed up with a full bottle of booze. ”

as a teenager, shiro was actually on the scrawnier side. when he was a younger cadet, he was shorter than a lot of his classmates and it wasn’t until he was about seventeen that he had something of a late growth spurt which steadily put him closer to his final height of 6′2. the growth spurt helped put a bit of his bulk on too, but it wasn’t until he started working out regularly, also conveniently around the age of eighteen, that he really began filling out. wasn’t until he was twenty that he reached peak ‘tall & built’ status.

People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them and their response is “you’re safe with me” – that’s intimacy.

Taylor Jenkins Reid (via 9realms)

🌺 “I WANT TO KNOW…” Prompts

A collection of random “I want to know…” sentences.

For Multimuses: Please Specify Muse(s)

“I want to know more about you.” 

“I want to know where you’re from.”

“I want to know what you do.”

“I want to know what you like.”

“I want to know what your hobbies are.”

“I want to know who your family is.”

“I want to know who your friends are.”

“I want to know what makes you happy.”

“I want to know what makes you sad.”

“I want to know what makes you angry.”

“I want to know why you’re hurt.”

“I want to know who hurt you.”

“I want to know why you’re scared.”

“I want to know what love is to you.”

“I want to know who you loved.”

“I want to know who you hated.”

“I want to know why you run away.”

“I want to know why you stayed.”

“I want to know why you left me.”

“I want to know why you care.”

@grimesucker​ sent:  puts hands on his shoulders from behind , tucks forward & plants a kiss in his hair .

  cozy on the couch, shiro doesn’t even hear dox coming up from behind. he’s too focused on the OLD BOOK on astronomy in his hands and the CAT in his lap. even when the weight of hands fall on his shoulders, he’s slow to pull himself from the paragraph he’s reading. the KISS placed against his head, however, is enough to tug him much more quickly to the moment, blinking in surprise. head raises and he glances over his shoulder in an effort to glimpse dox, honestly startled by the blatant act of affection.

     “ feeling sentimental tonight? ”

though there is a teasing lilt in his voice, the smile on shiro’s face is PURE of intent. he’s always been a physically affectionate person but, in the undercity, it’s rare that he gets to express himself that way these days and rarer STILL that someone else is affectionate with him.

that said, it’s ALWAYS a nice surprise.

“am I supposed to be grateful to have survived this?”

— Brenna Twohy, from “I Know It’s a Little Late,” Forgive Me My Salt (via lifeinpoetry)