#faultyoptimism

[chefespiritual-a]

@faultyoptimism​ sent:  ❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞

Michelle just smiled to herself;  a reaction to hearing such words slip from Judy’s lips and she couldn’t stifle the soft giggle that coated the other woman’s neck as she held her from behind.  she wanted nothing more than for them to stay here all day, wrapped up in their own little world with her arms around Judy’s petite body  ---  just the the two of them;  no Jen, no Ana.  no one to come between them.  “oh, is that right?”  she questioned playfully, before placing a soft kiss against her girlfriend’s shoulder.  Michelle shifted her body and pulled herself closer to the other woman.  “well, we wouldn’t wanna break any laws now, would we?”  she whispered playfully, into Judy’s ear, before resting her head back against the pillow. 

[kakkaroach]

“  you’re  a  breath  of  fresh  fuckin’  air  --  you  know that?   you  have  the  enormous ,  innocent  eyes   of   a  certain  animated  deer.  good  people  usually  terrify  me  but  i  don’t  know  --  with  you,  i  kinda  dig  it.   ”   @faultyoptimism​

[murkyhazed-hasmoved]

@faultyoptimism​

❝ woah, this place is cute! ❞  smiles big as he looks around the little arts and crafts room at the home.  there were only a few elderly in here with judy, which left a lot of tables and supplies open.  ❝ hey, i hope you don’t mind that i’ve stopped by?  it’s just...  it’s kind of too depressing at home.  all mom does is stare at pictures of steve and talk to him.  kind of...  tired of listening to that.  maybe some therapeutic art is in order! ❞

[klugers]

❛   𝘛𝘏𝘌  𝘈𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘈𝘎𝘌   attention  span  these  days  is  next  to  nothing.   that’s  why  it’s   important   to  know  what  keeps  others  entertained  ,   at  that  point  you  can  get  away  with   anything.   ❜

@faultyoptimism​​          /           𝐋𝐈𝐊��𝐃   !

[tckenbythesky]

@faultyoptimism​ sent:  🌻 lay it on me

RAMBLE TIME | accepting

Did you know that Ella Fitzgerald and Marilyn Monroe were great friends?! I just learned about this and I’m here for it. It’s heartbreaking in ways, but also so awesome in others. Marilyn helped change Ella’s career and it’s safe to say that Ella had a huge impact on Marilyn as well. It’s the kind of sisterhood type story I needed to find right now.

[dunnitmoved]

❛  there are certain things that are just not done. smoking in a car with a baby, unless you crack a window; tipping before tax; mixing drinks with cola; and giving away a coat that doesn't belong to you.   ❜  

                                      *  THE CASE OF: @faultyoptimism​. 

[a-shelasso]

@faultyoptimism​ said: “Tell me a secret.”

THE MIDNIGHT SKY WHISPERS AROUND them, divulging secrets that can only be shared in the dead of the night. They are entwined like the variety of lovers that the constellations honor, composed of such beauty and tragedy is their fragile union. Diana caresses the petite woman as though every moment is destined to be their last one together. Such is the flustering enigma of Judy, that Diana always fears she may fade into the seclusion of the stars. So, she holds her tighter, loves her more passionately. If their goodbyes are on the horizon, Diana wants to devote every final moment to offering her the utmost attention. But perhaps they will be the lucky ones. Perhaps their bond will be as infinite as the universe. 

Judy is laying across Diana’s lap, and there is such grief in those captivating eyes of hers, such sorrow. A flicker of a frown etches onto Diana’s face, softening before completing its formation. She conjures a smile instead, one that reaches the warmth of her eyes, so easy to wear when it is Judy that her vision beholds. Her fingers trace the curve of the beauty’s jaw, soft touches that convey her loyalty.

 ❝ Oh, Judy. Don’t you see? I would never keep a secret from you. ❞ 

[chefespiritual-a]

                                               judy  hale  &  michelle  gutiérrez  from  dead  to  me.                                                              ------  ;  loved  by  saturn  &  orion  !!

[vulnerastti]

x || @faultyoptimism​

        She has a habit of collecting strays. It extends far past mutts and felines, it’s people too. ‘Collecting’ is a loose term, it isn’t the correct one. It makes her sound like... she paints clowns or something. “It’s a known fact that if you continuously put out food for lost and-or feral animals, they’ll always return.” Baby blues flick up to meet another pair, a soft brush stroke of a smile paints across porcelain. It’s a little crooked, a little small, teasing. The glint that reflects off of pearly whites matches the shimmer in her eyes. 

        She moves out from behind her island kitchen counter top, two glasses of cabernet in hand before one is offered to the woman before her. Alana Bloom is a beer enthusiast. But above that, she’s a caterer, grouped with nurturer and caretaker. Her priority is to give you shelter and provide solace. And right now, it’s in the form of fermented grapes. 

        “Right on schedule.” Her tone is just as gentle as her expression. “How are you, Judy?” Must be feeding time. 

[materialwoman]

   💌     ,      crime   based   sentence   starters  .       *      @faultyoptimism​   said  :      ❝     you   have   a   serious   sticky   finger   problem  .    ❞

❝         don’t      ---         call   it   that   .         ❞         she’s   pleading,         a   frown   storming   into   her   features,      undeniably   found   guilty   as   she   looks   at   the   unusual   amount   of   boxes   piled   up   on   her   garage.      it   wasn’t   embarassment,      neither   fear   of   being   sold   out   to   the   police.      somehow,      she   trusted   judy   not   to   do   that.      it   simply   fell   under   the   guilt   file   :         that   was   her.      hidden   boxes   and   outrageous   amounts   of   money.      it   wasn’t   her   fault   she   was   so   good   at   taking   other   people’s   things.         ❝         and   it’s   not   a   problem      --      !         it’s   not   like   anyone’s   getting   hurt   ,      alright   ?         it’s   just   . . .         like   shopping   .         ❞

[gdvasarchive]

@faultyoptimism​ said:  “ who hurt you ?” @ mia

was the project that she was making that obvious?  from a normal person's perspective, it seemed heartfelt and inspired by something hopeful,  but to the woman beside her, a true artist,  she realized where all the creativity came from.   there's a sad smile that crawls at the edge of her lips as she continues on,  not able to look at judy as she says it.    ❛  i did,  i was the one that made the choice.  ❜   the choice that left her unable to say goodbye to pauline,  to live out the rest of her days by her side because she believed her brother was right about needing to keep pearl.   ❛  it was the right one,  i just lost someone after i made it.  ❜  it sounded more dramatic than it was,  it wasn't as if she would have lived if she stayed,  but she wouldn't be as full of regret as she was now,  of the woman that taught her what love was. 

drunken confession.

[alyafae-a]

THE AUTHOR AKA GIN.      i follow you because you have such a fun, wide range of muses and i can't wait to write with some of them !     @faultyoptimism​

THANK YOU !! <3 you’re literally one of the nicest ppl i’ve ever talked to, no kidding. i feel like some excited puppy rn bc i’m just super eager to write with you bc your writing is so beautiful and i love it so so much and just !!!!!!!!!! take all my muses !!! <3 

[seeksghosts-archive]

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[cruclla]

@faultyoptimism​ inquired:  ❝ how about some more cookies ? ❞

                      slender digits are already REACHING , pausing for but a moment to flick ice hues upwards ; darkened brow lofts high && she retracts with a cookie between claws of rouge .                                   ‘ need you really ask , darling ? ‘                       frame reclines within chosen seat , leg upon leather clad thigh as she breaks the cookie in half , && then in half once more , popping singular chunk between reddened lips .          ‘ now , ＴＥＬＬ ＭＥ , did you steal these from Granny ? ‘

[a-shelasso]

@faultyoptimism​ / plotted starter.

“ WHERE ARE YOU TONIGHT? ” 

There is nothing accusatory tainting Diana’s tone, never would she seek to extend judgement. Rather it is concern that etches itself across her features. Her lips tilt into the gentlest of smiles. Judy has eyes that seem far, far away. Lost in the stars, perhaps. Diana wishes only to be taken wherever she is, so very devoted is she to Judy already. 

The sky is sparkling for them. This is how they find themselves. Lounging on the sofa situated in Diana’s back yard, the soundtrack of the night plays around them. Diana collects the woman’s feet to lay across her lap, fingers working at the tension plaguing her soles. She hopes she’s a safe person for Judy to divulge her secrets to. 

[chefespiritual-a]

just showing up at Judy’s place of work like this  ( after being m.i.a for so long ) was probably yet another mistake to add to the endless list of things that Michelle was going to regret for a long time.  because she didn’t know how the other woman was going to react to the news she had to share;  all she really did know was that she was so desperate to see her, that she had pushed away all the anger she felt about Judy not being honest with her.  

it would be so easy, and what somewhat tempting for her to let herself fall into a really dark place;  where she could spend every night like the one prior, drinking away her pain and falling back into bed with her ex in an attempt to feel something beside the sickening pain elicited by the loss of her mom.  she knew she couldn’t do that.  she spent so long being mad at her mom for giving up on happiness after the death of her dad and she wasn’t going to do the same. that’s why she needed to fix things with Judy.  because Judy was exactly the type of person she needed right now;  her energy was so warm and comforting-- exactly what she needed to help her heal.

they’d been sitting in Judy’s car for almost two minutes, in complete silence.  it was obvious Michelle had been crying at some point, but she had tried to dust herself off and put on a brave face knowing she would be in Judy’s company. “soo,”  Michelle croaked, before clearing her throat.  she finally broke the deafening silence.  “my mom--- she uhm--- passed away...”  she raised her hand, motioning to her right;  almost as if she could pinpoint the moment her mother died.  “yesterday.”  she then added.  but, the word slipped from her mouth nonchalantly.  as if she were stating a random fact that didn’t impact her life at all.

@faultyoptimism​​      ( sorry not sorry )