concreteharts
this is your legacy.
you've broke your knuckles and solified your heart.
you've wrecked homes and destroyed lives.
you've suffocated your loved ones in your ashes
then etched pompeii into their hollow ribs.
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" it's fine. "
while she won't hand out pity or empathy,
she speak with care and keep the word
from passing her lips in his presence.
after all, she's not heartless, simply paranoid
and careful with the emotions she gives way.
" i'm colbie, by the way.
with an 'ie', not a 'y'. "
❝that makes sense. sorry i just—-
not a fan of the word.❞
it was stupid for him to think that
she meant to insult him, but she
was a stranger who seemed to
not care if he was offended. maybe
his pitiful, sad eyes tugged on her
heart a bit to make her feel a little
pity for the kid who loves computers.
#gasolinx#!!; { q u e e n }#{{ breathes heavily#rping w/out convo in the tags makes me uncomfortable wbu }}
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I
WILL
SUFFER
SO
YOU
WON’T.
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Fuck your soft words.
Compare me not to stars
But to storms, to hurricanes and typhoons.
See me not for my beauty and fire
See me for the natural disaster I am.
Fuck your soft words
Because I am not soft.
- “margot” l.w. 00:21
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" it wasn't an insult. "
she'll frown and lower her drink onto the table,
paying no heed to the loud clatter the aluminum
can makes.
" it's habit. y'know how some people
say 'like' every other word or how
they had 'yeah' to the end of their
sentences? habit. "
her irate expression fades into passiveness once more.
call her paranoid, but she still inwardly notes the other's
propensity towards technology, her outward demeanor
remaining noncommittal.
❝you called me kid. that’s not
degrading at all.❞
actually, it kind of was. the fact that
she thought he was young enough
to be called that upset him, greatly,
but he would play it off as he looked
at her computer. it was new, so he
wanted to check it out. he also wanted
to make sure they hadn’t changed
much in the software so he could
hack into them every now and again.
❝windows 8 is a bitch, in general, so
i don’t think it would be very hard to
make it your own.❞
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she almost reprimands him for his language,
but she's not quite sure if he's emotionally
sound at the moment, so, she'll settle for
awkwardly patting his shoulder.
❝jesus f u c k i n g christ.❞
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" Aw, c'mon, Bebe, not even a 'hello'? "
he'll grin and bat his lashes,
innocence shining in his brown eyes.
" Maybe I just wanted to visit you. "
concreteharts
“How’d you end up here this time? This is, what, your fifth time in NYPD custody?"
( needless to say, phoebe is not impressed. )
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" the touch screen's the best part, kid. "
she won't return the smile,
( she's not a smiling kind of person, excuse her. )
but her rigid posture will relax
and the sharpness of her gaze will lessen.
" it helps me make windows 8 my bitch. "
she'll reach out and lift her NOS energy drink
to her lips, hiding her ghost of a playful smirk
behind it. as she takes a drink of its' contents,
colbie arches a brow, silently prompting him
for his reply.
❝nice model. not a big fan of
the touch, but i’ve gotten
over it.❞
being social isn’t exactly something
trevor is good at, but he tries. when
the consumer knows what their
computer is and the specs of it, he’s
interested. especially when it’s a
woman that seems to show slight
interest in him. he’ll sit across from
her with a small smile.
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me: i love roleplaying
me: roleplaying is so fun
me: this is a fun time
me: takes 90 years to reply
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The person I reblogged this from is hella rad
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What's your career goal after college?
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a heavy sigh passes her lips and she saves her work,
callused hands gently closing the laptop seconds later.
" toshiba kirabook 13 i7s touch. "
she gestures to the empty seat across from her as she
bows her arm and rests her elbow upon the table, chin
fitting into her palm.
" go ahead and sit. "
❝i was just wondering what kind
of laptop that is.❞
it really wasn’t about that, as no one
came to a cafe alone without a laptop
for a friendly reason. trevor thought
she was pretty, so he wanted to spend
some time with her, though it seemed
that she didn’t want to talk, just work
on her computer as if it were the last
thing she ever did.
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!!; { disillusionedjustice }
" is there something i can do for you, ma'am? "
of course, however, charlie knows exactly who this woman is.
after all, her boss is a careful and clever woman and was quick
to ensure that charlie was knowledgeable about notable figures
in the major law forces and criminal underground as soon as she
joined her in her 'line of work'.
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!!; { gasolinx }
" i'm busy. "
she voices bluntly, gaze momentarily lifting to assess the other.
a noncommittal noise passes her lips and her fingers continue
to fly across the keyboard of her laptop. while she detests coffee
and sweets, the cafe is warm and the quiet murmur and clatter
of others is comforting, the atmosphere just calm enough for her
to focus upon her work.
until now, of course.
" is it of importance? "
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reblog if it’s 100% okay for mutuals ( or anyone ) to tag you in a starter
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