quasar
"Oh.." Was the only thing Damaris could form on her tongue rubbing her hardly bulged tummy. The brunette had been feeling ill for a while now, and when she finally decides to go see a doctor, she finds out cancer killed her unborn child.

ofillusions:

appalachian-hellhound:

Kasamatsu eyed the dirty kitchen warily. Usually he didn’t like for it to get as messy as it was with used dishes piled in the sink and crumbs all over the dinner table, so while Dama was away, he figured he’d clean it. Starting with the table, he took a wet cloth and wiped the crumbs off onto the floor, then straightened up the salt and pepper shakers. Once that was done, he started working on the dishes, filling one side of the sink up with warm, soapy water, going piece by piece and setting them up to dry on a towel he had spread across the counter.

ofillusions

Damaris didn’t hang around the hospital, leaving as soon as the appointment was over. The brunette walked home in an almost dreamlike state, hardly paying attention to her route, and was even a bit surprised when actually reaching her front door.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open as quietly as possible, half hoping that Kasa wouldn’t notice her return. Though as soon as her yellow eyes saw him in the kitchen when she walked inside the house, the woman immediately went to him. Wedging herself in between his body and the sink, Damaris buried her face in his shirt and started crying softly. The numbness she felt during the walk home was replaced with an intense aching in her chest.

Sporadic humming sounded from the former captain as he started stacking more plates and glasses on the towel to dry. Absorbed in his concentration of spotty tunes and suds, he wasn’t aware of Dama’s return until quiet footsteps sounded behind him. His attention was pulled upward as he caught sight of her reflection in the window above the sink, but at that point she was already putting herself between him and his chore. There had been no greeting, not even a mumble, and that was an immediate signal that something was wrong. “Dama?” Upon hearing her quiet cries, Kasamatsu set down the glass he had been holding and wrapped his arms around her, concern and worry saturating his voice. “What’s wrong?”

thecookieregiment:

appalachian-hellhound:

Gou wasn’t resisting at all and that boosted Makoto’s confidence. His soft smile broadened when she stepped closer to him, though he didn’t want to tug her against him, so he settled for the small distance. Still silent, gentle green eyes looked down at her as he started the sequence of steps. For the first time he was rather thankful he knew how to ballroom dance so as to save from a very awkward swaying. For the majority of the time he didn’t take his eyes off her, and all he saw was her; Gou’s stunning beauty captivated him and he resisted the urge to bend down to kiss her, especially since she didn’t seem to know that it was him behind the mask. At the thought, he felt his cheeks flare red underneath the green shaded mask, and he sincerely hoped Nagisa in particular didn’t see him dancing with Rin’s little sister.

Gou looked down at her feet as they moved on the dance floor, trying not to step on her dress or her partner’s feet. She was nervous at first, but she finally got used to his movements. They had been dancing a while, and Gou felt a bit… at peace. Her head lowered onto his shoulder, a smile on her lips. It didn’t even bother her that she didn’t know who he was. This…This was what she wanted. But alas, the night was coming to an end, and the crowd of people dancing around them was starting to vanish. Gou didn’t want to part from her Prince Charming, but she had a feeling they’d meet again.

As the night grew older and the songs stretched on, Makoto began to feel more at ease with Gou pressed up against him. The sweet smell of her shampoo filled his nose, and when she rested her head against his shoulder, he let his sink down until his cheek was pressed to her soft hair. Despite her not knowing who he was, the captain loved how close he was able to get, knowing full well that if it were under any other circumstance, he wouldn’t have been courageous enough to do so. And as the other dancers started to disperse to go home, Makoto knew the blissful dance had to end if he didn’t want Nagisa and Rei to see him with Gou. He reluctantly pulled back just enough so that he could bend his head down and quickly kiss her cheek, causing his own face to burn red wildly. Once again thankful for the mask, he let go of her and stepped back, bending into a grateful bow before disappearing to find his two friends, heart still pounding in his chest.

 

Sousuke was a bit caught off guard by the other’s tone of voice; coming from a cannibal, this was pretty ironic, but he didn’t want to put in something like that after all. Shrugging, the brunette turned to glance at the cold concrete wall, tracing over it with his fingers for a moment before deciding to answer. “Because we have a shitty justice system.” He replied. “And the judge and jury pronounced me guilty with no witnesses to the rape, it was basically a crime that never happened.” No fair trial, no fair examination by a doctor, nothing. It really sucked, more than he had imagined, but Sousuke was determined not to let it get to him.

A laugh, harsh almost, with a hollow note resounding from it, escaped from his lips as he heard the other mention Dancing with the Stars and a Sleep number bed. “Believe me, if I could escape this, I most definitely would, as I can imagine everyone here would. Doesn’t matter, as long as that judge thinks I’m guilty, as long as those people think I just snapped and murdered someone, I’m not going anywhere.”

There was no arguing with that. The justice system was awful, and when Bear had his own trial, he decided to skirt around the trouble and simply plead guilty since there was no use trying to prove his innocence. His punishment was rather just, despite what Bear would say, but Sousuke’s wasn’t. Although that would’ve been a rather hard case if there were no witnesses or examination. No wonder the poor guy was stuck in prison. “Not even a doctor’s note? Geez. That’s rough.”

Bear turned his gaze toward the other male, quirking an eyebrow at the joyless laugh that sounded. A shrug pulled his shoulders up against the cot. “Prison’s not so bad if you can stomach questionable chili.” And by the sound of the explanation, it seemed Sousuke was going to have to be stuck suffering through all of prison’s perks for nothing. “I guess we’re gonna be roomies for a while then, eh?” A small smirk tugged up the corner of his mouth, and when a thought occurred to him, he jabbed a thumb back in the direction of the ‘bathroom,’ figuring it would be better to mention sooner rather than later. “Oh—quick thing about the toilet. If you take a dump, make sure you flush first before wiping, otherwise it’ll get stopped up and we’ll have a shitty mess on our hands. Found that one out the hard way.”

ruinedchildhood:

"We have some extra food do you want some?"

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"I can’t finish this you want the rest of my food?"

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"You wanna go out to eat, i’ll pay"

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tropicalfruitbabe:

*doesn’t check bank account*
*pretends everything is fine*

sinnershavesoulstoo:

appalachian-hellhound:

sinnershavesoulstoo:

appalachian-hellhound:

also haylea they’re saying on the news that north carolina is now #50 for teaching

this is why we’re #50

By lird. Lizzard, Wur numba fiddy fer a reesun.

eye no riht we suh smaht

I mean, I really want to be educated. Not this number 50 BS. And does it make you sad to know that you and I are smarter than a ton of people who live here?

Let me git that thur bonju and strum the song of are peepholes.

i think i’m gonna cry

i’mma get this hurr oil n go off yonder n fix all mah 1947 auto-mo-beehls

sinnershavesoulstoo:

appalachian-hellhound:

also haylea they’re saying on the news that north carolina is now #50 for teaching

this is why we’re #50

By lird. Lizzard, Wur numba fiddy fer a reesun.

eye no riht we suh smaht

jaclcfrost:

jaclcfrost:

[inhales] [exhales] [looks out into the sunset] the sweet smell of not being in high school

[remembers that i have no idea what i want to do for my future] [continues to stare out into the sunset] shit