panic switch

30. TATTOO ARTIST & VOLUNTEER AT OPEN DOOR. a lack of sanity losing touch with REALITY S M O K I N G too much it's starting to fog up my c l a r i ty

[abellocke]

— danneel.

It was the first genuine laugh to escape her lips since everything that happened to Asher. Danneel tried so hard to keep about her life and not let this affect her, but god was it laying heavy on her heart. Luckily, Abel had managed to brack a real smile from her lips and as she watched as got tangled up in the leashes, she couldn’t help the fit of laughter that fell from her mouth. “Oh god, you’re a real mess, you know that?” She chuckled, stepping up to try and figure out how to get him unraveled, but the more she tried to help, the more the dogs kept getting in the way—causing her to laugh even louder. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I don’t mean to laugh,” she began again, hands working at the leashes as much as possible, “but you gotta admit, this is pretty funny and it’s proof why I like your dogs more than I like you.”

“Yeah, fortunately, I’m comfortable with the fact that I am an actual mess. You still like me though, right?” He looked on as she tried to help, but the dogs were only making it worse by trying to jump on her as she did. Her laughing made him laugh. “I don’t know why you wouldn’t mean to laugh. If it wasn’t me, I’d be in hysterics.” Abel leaned down slightly to try and help her unravel himself. “My dogs are causing mayhem and you still like them more. This is horrible for my ego,” he joked. He patted his Golden Retriever on the head to try and get her to calm down so he could undo the leash that was attached to her collar. She was the biggest dog he had so it made things slightly easier for Danneel and him to get the rest unraveled. “Come on, pups. Let daddy out now.” He realized what he had said a little too late, but he breezed past it so that it wasn’t commented on. Hopefully. “I’m pretty sure I’m gonna have to shuffle my way inside at this point.”

[abellocke]

"My God, I thought the police got rid of you. When the hell did you get out?” Or maybe he just hadn’t been paying attention to her whereabouts. The last he had seen was her being dragged out of that Gala. In his defense though, he didn’t pay much attention to anything anybody ever did unless it pertained to him directly. Well, unless it was Danneel. But that was a different story altogether. “Did you steal a doughnut from a police officer and they just said ‘I’m fucking sick of it’ and arrested you?” @islaxmoretti

[abellocke]

"So I know you said you may like my dogs more than you like me, but I’m putting that shit to the test right now.” He looked down at the dogs that were circling around his legs. The leashes they were on had wrapped around him so he couldn’t really move at the moment. “Actually, can you help me get untied first? I only prefer being tied up in bed.” @danneelpryce

[wastrident]

[abellocke]

@danneelpryce

[abellocke]

text | danneel

Danneel: Hopefully we can have it some time in person then.

Danneel: Trust me, I don't and won't ever hate your dogs. In fact, I may like them more than I like you. :)

Abel: I wouldn't mind that.

Abel: Well, that does seem to be the general consensus when it comes to my likability compared to my dogs.

[abellocke]

text | danneel

Danneel: It's that bad, huh? Well, giving it a go might work out in your favor, you never know. Why is it things are like that, though?

Danneel: Obviously, if you don't mind me asking, that is.

Danneel: That's okay. I'm used to being hated right now. Just as long as you don't end up hating me too.

Abel: Well, that's a conversation that's not for texts.

Abel: I guarantee I'm not ever going to hate you.

Abel: Unless you hate my dogs. Then I just can't help it.

[abellocke]

text | danneel

Danneel: Well, I mean, trying it out is one place to start. Especially since I'm sure they're gonna want to be apart of this baby's life if you're the father.

Danneel: I'm sorry that's the case...

Abel: Trying to be nice? To my family? That sounds horrible. They don't even know how to comprehend something like that.

Abel: But I'll give it a go. Or at least try to.

Abel: Doesn't make my sister hate you any less though.

[wastrident]

confused/lovestruck puppy.

[tonybannerkenobi]

# angry chewing

[danstevensource]

[wastrident]

Do you see that? Makes me feel so insecure about my Swedish. I don’t think that’s Swedish.

[danielstevns]

[acecroft]

The Guest (2014) 

[abellocke]

Asher: You know I'm only kidding, I'm always here to hear you out. Just for the record. Always.

Asher: Out of what situation - Danneel? I'm about the worst person to come for advice but honestly? No, I don't think you should. Danneel's hard to read but if she wanted you to fuck off, she would've made that obvious by now.

Asher: How'd it go?

Abel: Thanks, I guess.

Abel: She said I could move in. Definitely not that hard to read.

Abel: Oh, it went great. We had a nice conversation about our interests and he met my dogs. It was lovely.

[abellocke]

— liam.

“Alright, bad word choice, I give you that. How would you call it then, genius?“ They might not mention the word, nor show it either, but in their own kind of way, they did care about one another. Liam could be hard on his siblings, and specially collide every time with Liv, but he wouldn’t let anyone hurt his siblings nor insult them in his presence. “Amazing. I’m glad we’re both on the same page here.” Hearing Abel’s response brought a soft chuckle from his lips, lifting his palms defensively at him. “Alright, alright. I’ll keep my mouth shut this time, promise. I’m not good at advices, you know that, if that was what you were aiming for. So, what did you want to tell me?“

"I would call it exactly what I said. We care in our weird, fucked up way." They were all pretenders. They all pretended like they didn't care when they did. Hell, he was sure they cared so much that it was why they told themselves they didn't care. "For the first time ever. Mark that down in the history books." Abel only shook his head at his brother. "Well, good thing I'm not asking for advice then. It's more of a I might be a father so you might be an uncle kind of thing anyway."

[abellocke]

— greyson.

“Yeah, well sometimes you look older than me so that’s what we’re going with.” Greyson gave a one shouldered shrug, Crossing his legs at the ankle, he leaned back into the couch with a heavy sigh. “Is that something that doesn’t bother you?” Maybe it was because he had been married before, but the idea that there were people that didn’t care about a ring was disheartening. Granted, if his wife had slept with someone it would be just as much her fault as the other guy. “Intent matters. But what’s done is done now I guess. And now she’s pregnant.”

"I look older than you sometimes? Bullshit? I've never looked younger. Once I shave this facial hair off, I can look younger than twenty-five." That was probably pushing it, but that didn't exactly matter. Abel leaned forward on his knees, hands resting on the back of his neck. "No. It doesn't. I know you had your marriage with your shitty wife, but I wouldn't wish what I did onto you." Sleeping with a married woman was the last thing he should've done. Taking it back was also the last thing on his mind. Why should he have cared if she was interested in him just as much as he was interested in her? "Yeah, she's pregnant and I don't know what to do."

[abellocke]

— dakota.

Dakota laughed, “I did ballet for like, twelve years.” She had loved it as well, giving it up only when offers came through to further her career in it. It was something she had loved dearly, and it her interest dropped as soon as the joy was wrestled from the activity. “My feet look fucked, I did pointe too.” The brunette leaned back in her seat, bringing her hands together in a theatrical clap at Abel’s attempt at the stretch. “Bravo, you’re basically Sergei Polunin.” His words were kind and Kota smiled in response. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”

"See, you're basically a pro at it." He, however, was not. Dancing had never been a specialty of his and he never wanted it to be. Not to shit on actual dancers or anything, but it just was not his cup of tea. "Pointe? Does that make it easier for you to walk in heels? Your feet may be fucked, but I bet you've got great balance," he joked. His eyes rolled at her clapping at his sad attempt at touching his toes. "I don't know who that is, but I'm going to take that as a compliment." He took another drink. "Please do. I need about thirty years of relaxation to make up for the thirty years of stress."