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i’m gonna be revamping this blog a bit but just a fyi while i work on it -- i am more than likely dropping all my current drafts! i’m gonna look at them and everything, but i don’t wanna be anxious about coming back here cause i have so many drafts so -- i’m sorry !

#• （ ᵐᶦⁿᵗʸ ᵇᵘˡˡˢʰᶦᵗ. ） OOC.

fckiingloser-blog

here’s a small fact: you are going to die. the world will keep turning. people will mourn you, but it will pass if you don’t give them something to remember. give them a memory to hold onto. you decide if it will be good or bad. but make sure it’s memorable.

#• （ ᵐᶦⁿᵗʸ ᵇᵘˡˡˢʰᶦᵗ. ） SELF PROMO.#i'm literally only here rn LMAO

robertdeniro

Ryan Gosling during Emma Stone’s Oscar speech at the 89th Academy Awards

#• （ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵍᵒˡᵈᵉⁿ. ） FABIAN REY ; 021 image.#q.

deadgcrl‌.

☾ she’d been lost in thought, hadn’t even REALIZED she’d been staring. the voice pulls her back to reality and she takes a moment to LOOK the other over. he’s quite attractive actually. ❛ i mean you’re not TERRIBLE to look at. ❜ she lifts the mug of tea to her lips, leaning back in her seat. ❛ but i was ACTUALLY thinking about something, hadn’t even REALIZED you were there, sorry if i’ve offended. ❜ she spares a glance at the papers that COVER her table, a soft sigh escaping her before her attention returns to the stranger. ❛ is there a REASON you’ve decided to ‘call me out’ on my bad habits? ❜

HE FOUND HIMSELF LAUGHING, a true laugh. so she wasn’t staring at him. that was interesting. he wasn’t used to that. there was a bit of an ego in him, and he was never afraid to admit it. instead, he leaned against his own table with a large smile plastered across his face. it was clear he wasn’t going to leave her alone. he should. someone with good manners would. but good manners was not something he had on a daily, only when he decided it benefited him. the jury was out on the current situation. “i was actually hoping it was the last option, dear.”

#i fucking ahte him #deadgcrl #• （ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ. ） GÉRARD MARTIN ; 022 default.

elleomet‌.

She found it fun to help teach ASL Second Language classes to hearing kids. Kids were rarely ever mean, and they were usually in these classes because they had a close friend or family member who was deaf and the parents wanted to help bridge the communication gap. Evangeline had been picking up the language very quickly, and liked to practice with her.

Charlotte’s co-teacher and interpreter was speaking to another parent, so when the man approaches her she has to give him her whole attention. Not all the parents realize she’s deaf and doesn’t read lips very well. A smile plays at her lips when he presents her with a note— she reads it over quickly, before glancing at the little girl in question.

Charlotte grabs a small white board from the wall, and writes something down quickly, before handing it to him. It reads: You’re Evangeline’s dad?

She taps the whiteboard, then signs the equivalent, quickly finger spelling the girl’s name rather than using the sign-name she’d chosen for herself during their second day group activity.

« E-V-A-N-G-E-L-I-N-E your daughter? » with a raised brow to connote a question.

HE WAS NOT EXPECTING to be passed one of the white boards. he wasn’t trying to downplay her lack of hearing, but he did not think trying to communicate with her in broken english was the best course of action. a note it was. it hadn’t occurred to him to get evangeline’s help. wasn’t the parent meant to be the one helping? his daughter was nothing less than gifted, and while she spoke two languages like him -- she spoke much better than he did. she was three. he feared her teenage years. STILL, HE NODDED AS he read the words before looking back up to her. he did not understand the sign for a moment, but instead answered the whiteboard. he signed it to her. a simple yes. because he knew that one, eva had taught him over the dinner table. truly, his best friend was the better one to practice with her at night -- the man was like her gifted. fabian was simply . . . average. LIFTING HIS HAND UP he pointed over to his daughter with three fingers, thinking it was rude to use simply one. still, he chose to reply via white board. [ eva is my child ]

#elleomet‌#• （ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵍᵒˡᵈᵉⁿ. ） FABIAN REY ; 021 default.

fearsworn‌.

She can’t help but stare back at the child. The sunglasses remain in place, a face mangled with scars is more than enough than the clouded eye that hides beneath them. The innocence of a child, wide eyed, dress ruffled in the breeze. GOD does she look like how Freya did. She should be thankful that the glasses hid the hint of tears that burnt at the corners of her eyes before she snaps from her daze. “Well if that’s a bite, then I’m more than sure I can handle it.”

A laugh that falls a little too short, she can feel her dog pushing his head into her palm now. The anxiety that builds with the locked gaze of Evangeline. Managing a smile, as lopsided as it was, scar pulling at her skin. Still, she can’t shake the stare, even when she looks to the man looming behind the girl. “I like her dress, and her leggings. Very cute, my girl’s the same… I think she’s more interested in something else though.” She knew. Of course she did, it was always something that drew stares. “That’s okay, I’d stare too.”

THE LITTLE GIRL WAS not afraid in the slightest. of the dog, or of the woman. she was too outgoing for her own good. the click of her shoes were too nice for a city street on the way to the park. he’d blame her papa for that. he always liked to doll her up. gérard could not wait for the day she picked her own fashion. he was voting for trainers and jeans. “of course not, it’s the blouse. it’s a lovely top.” he tried to play excuses once more, but then evangeline was lifting her hands up in the universal sign of pick me up. it was common. it was well known. it was the one language everyone spoke. and it was directed to the woman. “no, my dear -- she’s not going to pick you up. come on now, or i’ll be force to tell papa.”

#fearsworn #• （ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ. ） GÉRARD MARTIN ; 022 default.

HERO -- mutualiism‌.

THE FRESH WOUND ‘PON his cheek still burns, yet it’s nothing compared to his bruised ribs under a signature blue suit. The term LOST CHILD gets tossed around far too often in his line of work, and nine times out of then, when a child is ‘ lost ,’ they’ve merely wandered a bit too far away from their parents, captivated by something bright and colorful. However, he’s played this game for far too long now, and with the story he’s given, he never doubts that this girl is the ten percent. He’d been gone for a few hours – tracking her down was the hard part, but ambushing into the basement of a guarded warehouse was a piece of cake ( the unexpected blow of a baseball bat to his side is the one exception ).

NONE OF THAT MATTERS NOW, as he watches the reunion with a soft smile on his lips, for the world has given him a reminder of why he continues to fight for the public, despite having his mask tossed down the drain. Heroism lies within the heart – not constrained by views or laws or capes.

WHEN THE OTHER MAN SPEAKS, he finds his smile briefly faltering as his brow furrows. He quickly realizes that he CAN’T SPEAK FRENCH very well, yet he’s at least able to understand a few words to prevent himself from floundering. In reassurance, he places a gloved hand on the father’s shoulder. “IT’S OKAY, don’t worry,” he speaks in English, a bit of southern twang evident in his accent before he gestures to himself. “ASHTON FOWLER.”

ENGLISH -- OF COURSE IT was meant to be english. his brain caught up with him. he was surprised he wasn’t crying. that would come later, when he was alone. he had spent enough of the last two years on tears, and at the moment his eyes were not exactly dry -- just GLOSSY. his daughter’s weeping was faint. he wasn’t even sure if she was awake. he nodded blankly for a moment, both hands still holding her tight against his chest. he would have extended a hand for him to shake, but his gracious nature did not overrule his need to keep both hands on her. keep her in his arms. safe, she was safe if he was touching her. “ashton fowler,” his voice was thick with emotion. “fabian rey -- my name, it is fabian,” he found himself properly answering. he knew english, and he was getting better every day. but his brain did not process trauma well anymore. his brain did not process danger becoming his daughter properly. they should have stayed in france. “evangeline,” his voice was softer -- he was meant to be introducing her to him. she stirred slightly. small fists in the back of his shirt held on tighter. so, she was awake. his eyes moved back to the man before him. to ashton fowler. “thank you. thank you -- you helped, helping her. thank you.”

#mutualiism #• （ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵍᵒˡᵈᵉⁿ. ） FABIAN REY ; 021 default.

“be careful -- she bites.” SHE DID NOT BITE, and it should be obvious. the she in question was a little girl. the sundress she had on was accompanied by a pair of knee length leggings due to her rambunctious nature. he had tried telling her father not to put her in a dress because they were going to the park, but instead he had put those on her. she liked her dress but that was besides the point. there was nothing wrong with a girl in pants. she was three. she wanted to run. he supposed the leggings worked. “and by bites i mean she might try to hold your hand. i think she likes your blouse.” he attempted to explain away the odd fascination evangeline had with the strange woman on the street. he knew it was her scars, but he also knew better than to say that. he was married once. he knew women. slightly.

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#fearsworn #• （ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ. ） GÉRARD MARTIN ; 022 default.#starter.

“would you like a free sample?” he was holding a plate. apparently no one had told him that a free sample was not an entire meal. the door to the kitchen was shut behind him and the restaurant was currently empty, save for the two and a waitress who was standing at the front with the hostess. “apparently the woman who ordered it didn’t like being told not to mouth off to my staff. in less than kind words than that. it’s on the house if you don’t mind pork.”

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#epheemere #• （ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ. ） GÉRARD MARTIN ; 022 default.#starter.

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