Rushed And Desperate, Messy On The Couch Because They Were Too Impatient To Even Make It To The Bedroom.

you call THAT a PLAN ? / tommy kinard @decryptids

it's  a  look  of  amplified  outrage  afforded  for  the  closest  of  friends.  two  exist,  and  ONE  STANDS  BEFORE  HER.  ❛  i'll  have  you  know,  i  blew  off  a  date  with  my  couch  and  a  new  documentary  for  this,  so  maybe  a  little  decorum.  ❜  time  was  a  currency,  a  luxury  she  didn't  have,  but  no  matter  how  weary,  she  held  herself  up.  she's  been  slacking  on  this  end,  maintaining  facetimes  and  the  occasional  run-in  through  emergency  where  they  can  spare  a  moment  between  the  chaos  to  catch  up.  ❛  and  i  don't  need  to  get  laid.  ❜  need  and  want  are  two  different  animals,  she's  only  half  lying  there;  a  want  and  a  need.

❛  do  you  just  need  me  to  keep  you  from  making  a  terrible  mistake  again?  cause  i  can  rally  for  that.  ❜  she  teases,  a  shoulder  nudging  tommy  as  she  brushes  past  him  in  the  kitchen.  a  smile  perked  up  tired  honey  eyes,  wine  glass  half  empty.  ❛  you  know,  you  could  have  just  started  with  what  you  wanted  to  do.  typical  fucking  pilot.  ❜  she  snickers.

I think as a whole, men should be consumed with more longing. they should feel the suffocating consequences of inaction. they should pine and flex their hands more, they should look like they’re holding up the tide of unfathomable agony just being close to their beloved and not being able to touch them. they should fuck like it’s their first and last time ever getting the chance to touch them.

15.     bookcase. // HC @owestwind

BOOKSHELVES// she has a habit, a collection that rivals her record one. two points in her home have dedication to her literature. - a corner in her living room and a good portion of her bedroom. every single book is one she's read at least once before and there are favourites she revisits often. many copies that have seen combat and deployments and gotten her through difficult times. she's a fast, thorough reader and her taste varies, but this is a little snippet of some of her favourites.

❛ you are my salvation. ❜ price @muutos

she  wants  to  be  his  salvation,  wants  it  in  a  way  that  terrifies  her  enough  to  believe  him.  it’s  not  flattery,  it’s  not  sweet—it's  the  weight  of  meaning  because  john  price  doesn't  utter  a  single  syllable  he  doesn't  stand  behind.  it  lands  in  her  chest  like  a  round  at  close  range,  and  for  a  second,  all  she  can  do  is  feel  it:  the  honesty  of  it,  the  need  of  it.  fingers  pressed  into  the  hard  edge  of  his  chest,  sliding  up  the  column  of  his  throat  like  she’s  checking  if  he’s  real,  if  he’s  still  warm  under  her  palm.  he  is,  off  course  he  is.  a  man  always  burning,  always  ready  to  fight  someone  else's  war.  the  perfect  soldier,  the  selfless  leader,  giving  until  there's  nothing  left  and  still  never  staying  down.

she  leans  in,  her  forehead  pressing  into  the  curve  of  his  temple,  mouth  a  whisper  over  his  own.  her  frame  straddled  his  lap,  as  if  by  miracle,  she  could  ground  him  there.  ❛  john.  ❜  like  she's  something  soft  and  not  buried  beneath  devouring  violence,  like  she  wasn't  haunted  in  every  step  she  took.  how  could  gloria  deny  him  that  refuge?  she  wants  to  say  it’s  too  much,  that  salvation  is  too  big  a  word  for  what  she  can  give  but,  it  doesn't  change  a  long-standing  truth.  at  doesn't  change  the  fact  that  he's  her  salvation,  too.  bloodstained,  battle-worn,  but  hers.  ❛  i'll  be  anything  for  you.  ❜  her  teeth  tug  at  his  bottom  lip,  testing  reverence  with  a  flick  of  her  tongue.  it's  almost  cruel,  the  way  her  words  tremble  against  him,  how  her  nails  trace  his  jaw.  ❛  but  i  need  you  to  take.  i  need  you  to  be  selfish,  i  need  you  to  want  this  more  than  you  decided  on  your  own  grave.  ❜

EDITS// dr. gloria de lima ( mutuals my reblog )

"If I'm giving up everything...I want to win. We have to."

I just wanted to make a bit of a tiny psa; in that, there’s many instances where, if I’m shipping with someone, I don’t want to write with or ship with duplicates ( pending ppl using the same fc for multiple characters cause all interpretations are different). I have no interest in writing with the same face claims over and over, it’s not authentic to my brain. Nor is it authentic to what I’m building, canons are different, yes but there can be major associations with how someone plays them. if we’ve discussed it, then I have no issue practicing exclusively, especially with face claim association. for example, I will only ever write with one frank castle and billy russo because I have no desire to write with any others based on dynamics built. Face claim wise, I will not write with any others based Oliver Jackson-cohen face claims or honestly Jensen ackles because they’re associated with characters from partners I like writing with. But if we don’t have any conversation about these things, I won’t know. I’ll still prioritize your character if I’m not writing with any other canons or ocs with their face but I’m not tied to exclusivity unless we talk about it. But this psa is also me saying NO I DO NOT EXPECT THE SAME MANNER OF THINKING FROM OTHERS. and again unless the conversation is there, it’s business as usual.

Did this make any sense cause I feel like an asshole trying to explain my brain and I know I should put the list in my pinned and carrd but anyways.

you  take  care  of  everyone  else,  BUT  WHO  TAKES  CARE  OF  YOU  ? 

an   independent,   highly   selective   and   private   original   former  special  forces  combat  medic  turned  emergency  room  physician  (  and  mercenary  in  alt  verse  )   DOCTOR  GLORIA   DE   LIMA.   established   in   2018,   revamped  2025.   this   blog   features   trigger   themes   about   war   and   its   aftermath.  blair  ,  she/her  25+ 

❝ you’re gonna lose a finger if you don’t get outta my sight right now. ❞ // frank @weaponid

of  course,  frank  would  show  up  like  this.  LIKE  A  THREAT,  like  a  memory  she  hadn’t  invited  but  couldn’t  forget.  gloria  doesn't  flinch,  she  never  does.  not  for  violence,  not  for  men  like  frank,  and  certainly  not  for  words  spat  like  warning  shots.  but  still,  there’s  a  shift  in  posture,  a  tension  strung  too  tightly  in  her  spine,  her  jaw  locked  up.  the  man  was  smart  enough,  at  least  reading  the  tone  far  from  idle  in  the  promise  of  action.  he  walked  off  with  a  bruised  ego  and  utterance  of  a  half-assed  apology  in  his  wake.  gloria  doesn't  watch  him  go;  her  eyes  are  on  frank.  ❛ fuck  sakes,  frank,  you  don't  get  to  do  that!  ❜

her  palm  is  firm,  flat  against  his  chest  and  pushing  back  on  the  immovable  force.  she'd  gotten  good  jabs  in  before,  but  there  was  no  need  to  cast  a  larger  spotlight  on  them.  and  she  presses  into  that  rage  humming  inside him,  steps  in  rhythm  and  away  from  prying  eyes  and  forming  bodies  around  the  commotion.  the  part  of  herself  that  still  aches  for  him  wrestles  with  the  anger  towards  that  feeling.  past  bone  and  marrow,  cutting  into  her  dna  and  whatever  the  empty  sky  deemed  sufficient  for  a  soul.  it  all  stirs  beneath  her  ribcage,  something  that  wants  to  remember  instead  of  survive  on  scraps.  ❛ you  can't  threaten  everyone  that  breathes  near  me,  you  don't  have  that  kind  of  privilege.  ❜

she  isn't  good  on  the  assurance  that  it  all  gets  better,  gets  more  manageable.  IT  DOESN'T,  but  your  body  adapts  as  it  would  in  times  of  duress  (  times  of  war  )   ❛  in  my  mind,  i  can  save  the  boy.  ❜  an  utterance  between  the  rhythm  of  stabilized  vitals,  tedious  beep  taunting  with  a  drop  at  any  given  second.  she'd  brutalize  herself  if  she  couldn't. 

lyrical sc// @frthestars ( mel )