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dang it has truly been a hot minute since i’ve logged onto here

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I’m just here to say I’m having the best time of my life

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Fangirl Challenge: [6/8] Dads » Mark Sloan

“You seem happy. I am. I have everything I always wanted.”

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I miss b.rooke p.enelope d.avis

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mcplastics.

          “   YOU ALREADY KNOW.   ”    head dips,   lips brushing along the shell of her ear.    he nuzzles against her cheek,   buries his face in the crook of her neck,   smile pressed to soft skin.    fingertips are light,   dancing down her arm,   grazing against the stone atop her fourth finger.    “   how about we elope?    get those other suitors off my back?   ”

❝  and throw away the weeks worth of work i’ve put into planning my dream wedding ?  ❞                       single brow lifts,    softness exchanged for a look that plainly says  :   ‘  you’re crazy.  ’      ❝   yeah,  i don’t think so.      just wait until i show you the book.   ❞

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lunarcurse.

          “   NO ONE’S COMING OUT HERE.    i promise.   ”    lips departing their familiar,   hands slide around her waist and seek her own,   tugging her away from bleachers and onto the football field.    sheer joy prompts a lopsided grin,   jubilation reaching his eyes.    it’s a rare sight,   but never where she’s concerned.    “   isn’t there at least part of you that thinks this is awesome?   ”     /     @fierceli

❝  please,  did you forget who you’re dealing with ?  ❞                       mischief is where she excels;    sneaking around,    bending the rules,    taking a little risk for the sake of a good time.      she only wishes she had come up with this idea first.      ❝   getting caught is the least of my worries.   ❞

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canaricry.

          “   DON’T  —–  DON’T SAY IT.   ”    freezer door slammed shut,   she pads softly back to the couch,   hands full.    frozen peas held over left eye,   teeth settle around the lid to the chilled bottle.    wrist turns,   metal spat out,   burn at the back of her throat welcomed.    it’s then that she extends her arm as a peace offering,   leaning back against cushions.    “   your face is doing that thing,   you know.   ”     /     @fierceli

❝  come on,  you have to let me say it.  ❞                       she would feel more guilty about the grin fixed upon her mouth if this wasn’t all so amusing,    hazel eyes twinkling in a child - like way.    the condensation on the bottle leaves her fingers damp as they take it to share a sip.    

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Look, this thing with losing Quentin, it’s hard, and I have a feeling it’s gonna be a pretty prominent thing in our lives for awhile. That doesn’t mean that your problems are any less important, that all of us aren’t here for you.

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Today I heard my heart screeching like a subway train loudly enough to remind me it was still human loudly enough to hurt

Audre Lorde, from Hard Love Rock in “The Collected Poems Of Audre Lorde” (via spitfcre)

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arrowielding.

her  rejection  of  his  touch ,  the  FEAR  in  her  abrupt  movement  tastes  like  acid  in  his  mouth .  his  hand  stays  motionless  &  hesitant  until  he  retracts  his  fingers  &  slides  them  inside  the  pocket  of  his  jacket .  it  would  never  make  sense  &  that  was  unfair  to  her ,  but  the  pain  in  his  eyes  is  unmistakable . “                     do  you  really  think  i  would  ever  do  something  to  hurt  you ? ”

❝  no,  but i never thought you'd almost kill someone either.  ❞                       the entire moment played out so fast.    it loops in her mind in a series of fragments.      the man in the black hood.    her breathlessness as she’s knocked onto her back.    his fists.    her fear.    oliver shouting.   the clattering of clothing racks falling over as he wrestled her attacker through the store.    the sound of a body thudding against the floor.    and then a silence so quiet her quickly beating heart was nearly deafening in her ears.    ❝   so i don’t really know what to think anymore.   ❞

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mcplastics.

          “   ME?    JEALOUS?    why would i need to be jealous?   ”    it’s he who rolls onto his side,   making as if to reach for the phone but instead tugging lightly on the sheet draped across her form.    “   i’m pretty sure i’m winning at everything right now.    well  —–  almost everything.   ”

❝  oh yeah ?   what’s left ?  ❞                       only he is capable of prompting her affections with such ease.    she wiggles just a small fraction closer to rid the space between them.      her arm curves around his torso,    ankle tucking between his. 

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mcplastics.

          “   YOU KNOW  ———   ”    lower half wrapped in silk sheets,   eyes are glued to his phone,   brows pulled together.    thumb slowly scrolls down the screen.    “   you get a lot of marriage proposals via social media every day.    did you know that?    lots of colourful language,   too.    just tell me if i got some competition babe,   give me a heads up so i can take ‘em all out.   ”     /     @fierceli​

amusement pairs well with a wide, smitten grin.                       rolling onto her side to face him,    she plucks the phone from his hand.    ❝   do i detect a hint of jealousy ?   ❞ 

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arrowielding.

“  brooke … ”  she’s  RIGHT  &  he  knows  that .  he  knows  the  sensible  thing  for  her  to  do  is  walk  away  &  never  look  back ,  but  he  can’t  let  her  go  like  this .  he  reaches  out  for  her ,  gently  grabbing  her  wrist ,  hoping  she  wouldn’t  walk  away  from  him .  “ you  have  every  right  to  walk  away  after  what  you  saw  &  i  don’t  deserve  your  trust ,  but  there  are  so  many  things  i  wish  i  could  tell  you … i  just  can’t .  its  too  dangerous .” 

❝  i’m sorry,  is that supposed to make me feel better ?  ❞                       his touch has always been something she welcomed.     it was comfortable,  a warm reassurance that she wasn’t alone.      this time    she flinches,    fearful of the hands that once made her feel safe.      she reclaims her wrist,    takes a cautious step away.      ❝   none of this makes any sense.   ❞

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arrowielding.

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“  brooke ,  please  don’t  leave .  i  can’t  EXPLAIN  what  happened  but  i  need  you  to  trust  me ;  i  would  never  do  anything  to  hurt  you . ”

❝  trust you ?                       oliver, i don’t even know who you are right now.    what you did, that was --  ❞      the words lump in her throat with the burn of bile.   this all feels like some kind of nightmare but the fear churning in her stomach reminds her that it’s real.      ❝   i can’t be here.   ❞