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that moment when you wanna clean up your act & reboot a blog you liked?????
[ kid named gunner ]:
❛ why were you out there, anyway? if you knew it was so cold, i mean, why bother going out without any kind of jacket or anything? it was pretty reckless of you, i’ll admit that much. ❜
no jacket on. how inconsiderate of him not to offer one of his right away. gunner stands back up to make his way towards the closet before looking through the possible choices. he takes out one of the bigger sweatshirts and hands it over to the girl with a small smile before taking a seat again.
❝ i -- thanks. i'm -- it's -- ❞
while searching for the right words, a tedious hunt, indeed, she'll slip the comically oversized shirt over her thin body. when her face reappears, there's obvious relief at the difference of body temperature.
❝ if i tell you, you'll peg me as a victim. most all of my friends do, anyway. ❞
[ aggressively pointing at mini christmas tree in corner of the room ]
❝ that THING can't stay. nope. ❞
[ trouble ]:
"I would like it if you stopped seeing him, he’s no good — no good at all… he’s going to hurt you. If you break it off now, it will be okay. I can protect you.”
❝ brandon, i -- i can't just leave the poor guy. he's my fiance ; it's nor- -mal that we fight. & who am i to be angry with him for ... ❞
for cheating on me first.
that would make her a hypocrite, right? she lathers more shampoo through her dark locks, listening for the inevitable sigh. instead, she was met by silence.
❝ brandon? ❞
the video for night changes tho just
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acreatureofchaos replied to your post:it’s thanksgiving weekend ; & i’m actually doing...
*TACKLES U* myyy babbyyy everytime i see u i wanna make u a starter and i have to tell myself NO
don't do that tell yourself si
it's thanksgiving weekend ; & i'm actually doing drafts!
I can’t fix him, but I want to. I want to bring that beautiful smile to his face and I want to make it stay. I can’t make it better, but I’d trade places with him in a heartbeat. I would gladly take on all of his pain if it meant he would be safe. He is broken and I can’t do anything about it. But I will love him, I will show him that I am here and that I am not going to leave him. I can’t fix him, I can’t make it better, but I sure as hell will try.
4am (via volatiledelusion)
i wasn't afraid of college until today after this college tourist said we prob should start looking at scholarships/grants/loans in our junior year ....
I AM A SENIOR!
⊰ ❤ ┊ ❝ him ❞ ⊱
Brandon has this smirk on his face, a lopsided grin, if you will — because she’s cute (in a random stranger giving you a warm place to stay kind of way) and he feels good, for the first time in a while ; “Ok. My bad. I should have never assumed.. You wouldn’t happen to have any apple pie or crushed dreams in the fridge? Those are also very American.” Teasing. Always a good sign. The effects of the alcohol he drank earlier are fading.
for a moment, annabeth forgets everything. INSTINCT tells her to lean in ; to steal a kiss. it's almost as if that smile is a cue for her to WANT to touch him somehow. and until now, the brunette hasn't realized JUST how many pats, or hugs, or kisses they've shared on i- -mpulse ; on WHIM. thankfully, she recovers JUST in time, tossing him the empty box with a shaky smile.
❝ apple pie? no. who eats that? oh right, my grandmother. ------ marshmellows, though, are a totally different story! ❞
her eyes light up ; she RACES to the kitchen.
❛ ᴀʟᴡᴀysʀᴜɴs .
⊰ ☀ ┊ ❝ complete strangers ❞ ⊱
it’s been awhile since he decided to take his son out. it’s not like he doesn’t, but he usually brings all of his kids at once. he doesn’t like to show favoritism, though he’s beginning to learn each child needs their own time sometimes. & given his son’s growing powers & sensitivity to the tension in the house, he’d like to spend some time with him & get out. the small boy is giggling as his father lifts him up, wiggling him around, & he pulls him back to his chest to kiss over the toddler’s cheeks. “ you’re a mess, bud. don’t tell mama you ate, like.. that entire ice cream cone by yourself. ”
& after the boy mumbles something about mama, brian moves to sit on the park bench, son set on his lap. it isn’t until olive reaches over & smudges ice cream on the girl’s shirt who’s sat next to them.
“ oh my god, um — if you, like.. want to come to my house i bet my wife could get that stain out. ”
just like her mommy, jenny prefers the outdoors over playing inside on a warm, sunny afternoon. although the recent weather has hindered any chance for a mommy/daughter playdate, somehow luck was in her favor today. so the happy duo took a walk down to their favorite bakery first, where she ordered warm, monster cookies for both of them, and then decided to park on a nearby bench.
❝ you like to pick at the m&ms, don't you? ❞
it's astonishing how much of she and brandon jenny has in her. from annabeth, she bares dark hair that won't curl and dimples that melt her father's heart ; from brandon, his eyes, his grin, and his unholy way of sleeping for H O U R S at a time. how she got so picky with her food, however, is a mystery to annabeth. there are theories that revolve around brandon's side of the family, but she's never really met them and he doesn't like to talk about them, either.
❝ jenny bean, if you wanna play on the swing, you have to finish your cookie, first. ❞
the tiny toddler puffs her cheeks at her mother, giggling as annabeth copies the look, touching noses with her daughter affectionately. and that's when she gasped loudly at the sudden COLDNESS of the ice cream. her eyes darted to her shirt, then to the father.
❝ n--no. wow, no. it's...uh...it's okay. he meant no harm! -- unless he doesn't like my sweater, for which we're in agreement, there. ❞
while she speaks, the brunette tries to shift jenny away from the mess, bursting into a fit of laughter once she realizes just how pointless it is. her daughter's cheeks, arms and hands are covered in chocolate ; annabeth shrugs, helpless.
❝ if she doesn't mind, that would be great. ❞
⊰ ☕ ┊ ❝ kid named gunner ❞ ⊱
❛ yeah, that wasn’t the best idea. but, it’s okay. if you need some dry clothes, let me know. i have a bunch of sweaters and stuff. ❜
he hands her the mug, a small smile evident as he takes a seat.
❝ you probably think i have a death wish, right? it's, like, t-ten degrees out there & raining. me, i d-don't even have a j-jacket on! mm, i--i dunno ... i'm already being such a bother... ❞
she accepts the mug, finding his generosity both kind and puzzling. to prolong the inevitable ' why ' annabeth will bring the hot liquid to her lips, casting her eyes down.
⊰ ✖ ┊ ❝ clueless ass-oholic ❞ ⊱
shayne swallows hard as he watches the brunette in front of him. he knows he only has so many second tries, only a limited amount of chances before he fucks up big time. he can feel that she’s done with him and wants nothing to do with him and the feeling tugs at his heart strings like a threaded needle. a look of pain sketches on his features.
❝ no, babe- ❞ he speaks, his eyebrows furrowed. ❝ please, can we talk about this? please? ❞
❝ babe? Shayne, say my NAME. do you even REMEMBER what it is? i bet you don't ; you're too D R U N K to function, right? ❞
she claps her hands over her mouth, but it's too late and it feels good to properly speak her mind. the honey - - moon phase of their relationship is DONE ; now he either learns to TRUST her, or live WITHOUT her.
The Goddess of War; Annabeth’s mother was outraged. Her daughter was fraternizing with a boy who changed cities as often as he tossed away cigarette boxes. She kept an eye on him every time he left — expecting it to be the last time. Frustratingly enough, however, he seemed to always come back. Until, one day he didn’t. Her daughter would never realize what a poor choice this Brandon was. He would break her heart and Athena could see that he was planning to leave her. (Brandon had an overnight bag in his car. That was proof enough for the Goddess.) So, as vengeful and cruel as any god, she reached into the mortal’s mind and TORE the memories of Annabeth away. The poor, weak boy nearly collapsed when it happened. She plucked a memory, crafted it into truth, and used it like a band-aid over his wounded mind. She wanted him to suffer — not end up a vegetable or in a coma where Annabeth would find him. Brandon would be left with an ache, a loss he couldn’t describe or understand, and a vague memory of a car accident that never truly happened. He couldn’t find his way home because he didn’t know how to get there. He fell back onto habit and what felt most natural to him. He left and kept moving with no idea of a destination. Brandon would live and suffer never knowing that a God had taken away the only one who mattered to him in this world.