For You, Controlling Your Power Is Like Finding Peace.

thefirstmate‌:

    okay, so maybe harry had finally met someone that could actually drink more than he could. and that was saying something. he’d quickly lost count of just how many glasses had been thrown back over who knew how long. back pressed against the bed, harry let out a giggle, blinking as he tried to focus his vision. oh, yeah, he was drunk. “tha’ was… fun. didn’t think anyone could out drink me,” the first mate slurred.

      “told ya!” he exclaimed, finishing off his last drink before he collapsed beside the pirate. it was a major accomplishment in his book and he would take it for all that it was worth. “don’t uh forget in the mornin’ that ya owe me a bottle of rum,” he reminded with a cheeky grin, staring at the other male for a moment before latching onto his arm like it was teddy bear. “it was close though.”

Salem could only keep up his happy facade for so many hours in the day. It was worse now that he was trying to stay sober and the beer in his hand was a sure sign it had been a losing battle so far. He had cut back on the amount he consumed but going cold turkey still terrified him. “hm?” He looked up at the approaching figure, forcing a smile to his lips. “What makes ya say that? I just needed a break. Ate one too many snow cones, ya know?”

@graveghcst

Maleficent had on her innocent disguise, having shape shifted to blend in with the happy Auradonians. Then she noticed one that was not so happy. A young man sitting in a dark corner of the festival all alone. “Not enjoying yourself?” She said, sounding as sweet as a typical princess.

devourcd‌:

selfish  tendencies  come  out  to  play  —  she’ll  think  of  herself  alone ,  as  she’s  done  a  thousand  times   ,  “   ugh  ,  you’re  a  TOTAL  life  saver  ,   ”   wide  smile  ,  yet  ,  today  …  it’s  weighing  differently  .  (   perhaps  it’s  all  FINALLY  catching  up  with  her  ??  )   “   well  ,  that’s  no  fun  —  !  i  love  free  drinks  ,  but  …   ”  a  pause  ,  change  of  heart  .   “  we  should  do  something  fun  for  …  both  of  us  .   —  ‘s  there  a  reason  you  can’t  have  some  ,  anyway  ?   ”  overstepping  boundaries  …  it’s  just  something  she’s  good  at  .

the former ghost boy nodded, confident he knew his drinks well enough to pick out something the other would like. he watches as the bartender prepares them, finding it interesting how drinks are made since he often learned how to make them on his own. “ hm? ” his gaze shifts back to her. “ uh, a promise. i’m having enough fun ---  ” he paused when the shots were finally placed in front of them. “ anyways, try it! ”

::please stop breaking my heart‌::

Elva covered her mouth at the confession, not realizing that was how he felt and how she must have hurt him. “Oh…Salem…I…” but what could she say? She had never liked him that way, and probably never would. Just like Charlie she saw him more as a brother than a potential…anything else. Even acknowledging him “as a man” as he put it seemed strange. “It’s not that I don’t care about you…but I like…Harry.” The guy everyone was talking about her kissing the other day, the guy she’d never really brought up because she thought they needed to work on Salem’s stuff. “But even without him. You have to know, it was never like that for me.” It was cold, but so was she, and she couldn’t let Salem hope for something she could never give him.

Did some part of the former ghost think that maybe once he confessed, she would see him in a new light? A small, fragile part did, but he was still prepared for rejection. He was not prepared to hear that she had feelings for another guy and why did that make it so much worse? “Yeah, I know.” He chuckled dryly, shaking his head. It shouldn’t have surprised him after all the rumors he heard but he barely paid attention to anything when he was on a high. “I know you’ll never... yeah.” He finished lamely, unable to keep the fake smile on his face. All he wanted to do now was drink himself stupid but if he did that and Elva found out, she would be mad at him and he was supposed to be trying to do better.

you’re a dying thing that never quite dies. still desperate, still trying to keep going, to keep flying— to prove you’re alive.

the difference between surviving and living | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

wickedissms‌:

“Well, you should stop now.” Maleficent pushed him away, a grin on her face. “Obviously you won’t tell anyone about what happened,” she continued to exert her influence. “I wouldn’t worry about the drugs.” They were better to his mind weak and ready for entry, “Go and get your girl, or at least tell her about her unfaithful pirate.”

“Everyone needs a good hug now and then.” He chuckled, stepping back anyways when she pushed him. As calm as he felt, he still knew not to push his luck with the sorceress. He cocked his head in confusion, wanting to argue the point but he simply nodded with a small smile. “Yeah, I should tell her the good news. And again, thanks. This is... unbelievable.”

lilxxterror‌:

“You should take me with you when you go back. I want to see the place where my dad and my other, i guess you can say, relatives are from.” She knew once the goal was completed here, she rather leave to Halloween Town then stay here or go back to the Isle.

“I can’t do that,” he spoke, still smiling. “Who’s your dad?” His own dad had told him to be careful of who he let into Halloween Town, it wasn’t exactly a safe place for humans. Most of the citizens themselves would do no harm to an outsider but being scared to death was quite a real possibility.