sometimes i photoshop tag

fifteen men in september by ballantine

Silver can’t look at the other man in this moment, doesn’t want to show the captain the fear in his eyes. Instead he keeps his head down and bites out something that is half a smile, half a grimace. He remembers the other thing Flint said in the maroon camp. “I don’t think I can’t talk my way out of this one.”

modern au romance, or ‘i charge klc with three counts of enabling behaviour and here is a list of other accomplices on twitter’

at least it’s a healthy relationship filled with jealous cockatiels and bath bombs