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@captainxzarina
“I’m an only child,” he brought it up randomly into the conversation. Hands twisting against each other behind his back, uncomfortably stiff. “Sorry. It just sort of hit me, you know? I’ve been looking for Michael for so long. Looking for my brother, that it didn’t come to me until this second.” Taking a deep chug from the hot coffee, feelings the sting hit him. “Why should i keep looking for someone that left me in the first place? Anyways, ignore me. What were you saying?”
She pinned her lips together before he finished speaking, nodding along at the sad ramblings of the man in front of her. “I get it, my parents ditched me, maybe it’s because we’re shitty people. Did your brother know you were shitty or did he get a feeling and then bolt? Who cares what I was saying, this is way better.” She fiddled with her shirt sleeves before nodding over to him, “plus. You made the dumb choice of following someone to Carthay, where crap resides and disappointment is manufactured. No wonder your brother dipped.”
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They don’t talk anymore . That could be said about a multitude of people nowadays , but who’s counting ? ❝ Of course he knows I’m back . Visiting him is one of the first things I did . Gotta check in on that codfish every once in awhile , as you must know . ❞ Nervous tics aren’t Peter’s thing , but in that moment , he found himself playing with the drawstring of his hoodie , waiting for some sort of big bang to happen and sort everything into some sense again . ❝ I feel like …. maybe I’m missing something here …. ❞ a laugh escapes tired lips , his eyes crinkling under the weak impression he’s left .
her lips tensed when he called james a codfish, sure she has done it once or twice and since their fight, she couldn’t help but call it to him behind his back. but that didn’t mean she didn’t hate that retched nickname. “don’t call him that,” she defended, without a shadow of a doubt, her loyalty still resided with that cranky man. “i live with him,” she looked down, as if she was embarrassed. “i mean –– lived but it’s only a matter of time before i go back, he just needs to apologize.”
cpjameshook:
“you asked me to be honest, zarina. weren’t you the one that told me to treat you like an equal to me? well, look what that brought us.” hook held onto his jacket tightly, trying to give his hands something to do. no matter what he said nothing he felt like nothing seemed to stick to her, desperate to put distance between them once again. “stop. honestly, just stop. you’re doing it again, zarina.” knuckles cracking at the force he was exerting, walking down the alleyway trying to clear his brain. “I WANTED TO TALK. i wanted to make things right, to explain everything.”
James laughed at it all, feeling tired and drowsy, even bored with the conversation. “you already fucked off, hendricks. you fucked right off and didn’t even give me a chance to say sorry, so don’t come here acting all mighty.” he scoffed, brushing his hair back. “i’m not going to say i wouldn’t do it away, because that’d be lying. the person i was in that time, and the person i am today are two completely different entities.” leaning against a wall, a couple of meters away from zarina but close enough for her to hear him.
“but listen to your own words, cap. listen to your own fucken words. you asked me for truth, and i lied, but now you say that i should of just lied?” tilting his head back against the brick to look up at the sky, a hollow laugh escaping him. “please, i might of let you down but you’re still here. you miss me. you crave my presence anyway you can get it.”
“if you truly were done with me you wouldn’t of walked after me, and yet you did.”
“yeah and you had every chance to be fucking honest for over a year and now? NOW you choose to tell the truth? god dammit, james,” she cursed, wanting him to feel the pain that she couldn’t escape from... the pain that he had caused. “you’re doing it again, you’re blaming it all on me? you’re getting pissed that i left after i found out what you did to me? that wasn’t equal, that was manipulation and i could spell it out in ten different languages but you still couldn’t get this pressed into your thick skull.” the sound of his hands couldn’t make a dent in her brain with how angry he was getting. “yeah, RIGHT AFTER you told me the truth, how the fuck was i supposed to listen when you don’t care about me?”
“don’t you dare fucking call me that,” she said, all the wind in her body nearly leaving. zarina could feel herself slipping, wanting to grasp for air and in the process reach him. “don’t,” she shouted, anger bubbling up. “you could’ve led with sorry but you didn’t, you had so many chances to come clean but you chose then to do it?” she couldn’t believe her ears, “you keep fucking with my head,” she stormed over to him, “why? why do you keep torturing me with your fucked up words?” she laughed, that was rich coming from him, “are you joking? i don’t even know who you are. you kept me at arms length, demanding everything from me and giving nothing back in return. i don’t know anything about you, you’re a stranger.”
his words left her silent, the anger leaving her body but remaining her eyes, but this time it wasn’t directed towards him. she was angry at herself and being called out on it certainly didn’t help. “you’re doing it again, stop thinking you’re better than me! even if i wanted to come back, even after i begged for you to give me a chance and to be equal, i never will be. you won’t ever let me forget this, you won’t ever let me live anything down. that’s why you always mention the accident right? and my friends, who by the way –– never left me. you won’t let me forget them so i stay with you. how could i miss someone that did that to me?”
“just because i wanted answers doesn’t mean i care for you in anyway.”
fondly-fawn:
“No! You don’t have to go!” She was quick to say, not wanting to give her the wrong impression of why she had come here in the first place. “I actually.. Well, I came here looking for you. I was hoping we could talk… If you don’t mind?” It had gone on long enough, the two of them just… not talking. Not addressing anything that had gone on in the past, and not even acknowledging that the other existed anymore. Maybe there truly wasn’t anything to address, maybe there weren’t any hard feelings, but she couldn’t help but feeling constantly guilty on her end. Fawn was never one to dwell on the past, but this is the one situation she just couldn’t seem to get over. The only thing she knew for certain was that she missed her best friend, and it was about time she tried to fix that.
Without waiting for a response, she made the hurried choice to take a seat next to Zarina in the sand, hoping it would give off the impression that she wasn’t going to give up that easy. “I’m just.. I’m sorry it took me so long to come talk to you… I’m sorry for everything.”
“What? For me?” She almost didn’t believe it. She was so awful and judgemental towards her old friends, it’s a miracle the girls weren’t throwing her away like she did to them. “I don’t mind,” she said honestly, closing her book and putting her bag aside. And while silence fell over the two of them, the girl just looked over to Fawn, expecting a rant to roll of her tongue yet nothing came out. “You shouldn’t be sorry.. You have nothing to be sorry for –– I’m the one that should be sorry, I fucked up.. not you.”
onceafuturequeen:
“Hey, I am people, so yes it counts. But wait, that was you? You’re, uh… Za-something.” Nala remembered that very vividly (though not the culprit’s name). “And you didn’t face any legal repercussions for that?” They paused, perched atop the jungle gym.
“Zarina,” she finished, looking back down at her book as if it didn’t phase her at all. “My parents paid them off and then skipped down without me,” she said looking up, pushing her sunglasses down on the bridge of her nose. “You missed a spot,” she pointed.
broughtjams:
Aladdin’s face blushed bright red. Could she be any louder? He snapped his head around again to see if anyone near them could hear. “Can you lower your voice? God.” No one seemed to have taken noticed to them. Hearing the word, made him shake his head furiously. “I’m not!” His own voice raised in volume. He cleared his throat after realizing he was now loud. Aladdin leaned in closer to her. “I’m not an escort. There is nothing sexual.” He wanted to make that clear. “Okay maybe a sugar… baby or whatever.” He hated saying those words. He hated it even more to admit it. “If anything.” Aladdin was so embarrassed about this. Though it was nice to hear that she was actually concerned about him, in her own way. “You know I’m telling you a huge secret and here you are judging me. I’m fine and safe. You don’t have to worry. I know what I’m doing.”
“No ––” she rolled her eyes before flicking her hands up in defeat, “fine,” she sighed. This was just too weird, to have this amount of good luck without any repercussions was just far too weird for the girl. “Sugar baby is sexual you dumbass, you would think with all that money you could get a working brain.” It didn’t take long for her to reach across the table and swat his shoulder. “Course I’m judging you, how could I not be judging you? You’re getting everything for free and keeping it a huge secret for reasons unknown. You might be safe now but any logical person can see a payment plan in the future that ends up with you in the bottom of a lake because you can’t pay the debt you’re racking up!”
cpjameshook:
Hook stood in front of her, just a couple of steps away, close enough to know that he reached up he could touch her. How dare she stand in front of him and ask him to prove her wrong when she had begged her to stay. When he had allowed himself to tell her he cared about her more than he should. “Stop. Just stop, Zarina. Are you so weak that you can’t handle facing the truth? You and i are done, by your own hand at that. So, no. Don’t stand there telling me that i am playing the victim when all i’m doing is telling you to fuck off,” he whispered towards the end. The stench of the alcohol in his breath, knowing that tomorrow he would regret more than just the hangover he would have.
“I begged you to give me a chance. To let me explain myself and my actions. I told-I told you! I told you that everything might of started that way, but it had been a long time since i’d felt in such a way.” he replied angrily, feeling the anger almost sober him up. “I told you that . You disregarded it like it was nothing.” Hook breathed in deeply, taking a step back, holding his arms at his side. “When i tried to tell you that i lo-that i cared for you it didn’t matter. You dismissed it, and then you walked out of my life.”
Looking away for a second, before looking her straight in the eyes. “So, stay out of it, Zarina. You wanted out of it, so now stay out of it.”
she wanted to lunge out and shout, push him to the ground, just to show that she couldn’t be walked over but that’s the furthest thing from the truth. he walked over her constantly, she could kind of see that now but honestly the lines were quite blurred. as he got closer, she could feel the anger in herself wanting to disappear, having the comfort of having someone so close was always a weakness, or so she had thought. her nails dug into the palms of her hands. “im not the weak one! don’t you dare call me that when i went out to help you fucking survive.” but his words cut her off. they were done? thats when she could practically imagine the steam blowing through her ears. “you and i are down? you had everything to do with it, it wasn’t my choice, you sadistic fuck. you were just using me, you always used me,” she shouted. she didn’t care that he was that close to her. “you’re the same drunk that would come home blaming me for being insecure, just to get me to prove my worth. i was your fucking crutch for a vendetta against a child. you don’t get me to fuck off, you get that?”
she didn’t know why she was doing this, there wasn’t a point, no progress was going to happen and she wasn’t going to forgive him. “but you didn’t deserve one. you didn’t even say sorry, you asshole.” she shook her head, nudging her shoulder against him as she stormed down the alley, just to pace back over to him. “how am i supposed to believe ANYTHING you say after that? you’re the one that fucked up, not me.”
he just brushed her off, she wish she couldn’t have a bottle of whatever was cheapest to calm her down but no –– she was raging and much to her dismay, sober. taking her hands and shoving them against his chest. “i ask you for the truth and you lie. i told you i needed a place and you manipulated me,” then came another shove. “i just wanted you to prove to me that you made a mistake and you can’t even fucking do that! why couldn’t you just lie? it’s not like i could fucking see them coming! but at last, you even managed to let me down too.”
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❝ RIGHT … ❞ Peter trails off , the atmosphere shifting almost immediately . He can’t quite place what is causing for Zarina , a once vibrant & curious soul to be so downright cold , but Peter knows that it hasn’t been an uncommon theme since he’s come back . ❝ Did Tink tell you not to ? We’re fine again , she’s not mad at me anymore , ❞ at least he hopes so , but now everything is up in the air . ❝ what’s the matter with you ? ❞ he doesn’t mean for his words to come out so sharp , but now he’s offended .
the girl raised her eyebrows, cant believing her ears as the boy spoke to her. Its as if he hadn’t of gotten wind about what went down –– anything that had gone down. “tink and i don’t talk anymore,” she gave in, one can only play dumb for so long. “what’s the matter? pan, we’re not friends, we haven’t been friends in a long time, things changed. does james know you’re back?”
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Attina: That won't work, Dad knows you weren't with me last night, because I had dinner with him last night.
Attina: Oh, sorry! That was supposed to go to my sister.
Zarina: Oop, sounds like trouble at homebase.
Zarina: but while you're texting your sister what you were supposed to send me, you can delete my number :) to avoid any accidental texts
cpjameshook:
“Go back inside, Zarina. I don’t have time for your shit,” he answered. Hook slid down the wall, sitting on the ground, holding the bottle in between his hands, head lolled upwards. Glancing at the sky full of stars, sighing at the new perspective a blowout could cause. Zarina’s yapping causing a small headache to lodge itself firmly against the back of his head. “Please go bother someone that truly cares at this given time, maybe one of your precious friends.” Throwing the bottle against the wall, watching it smash as he stood up, wobbling his way towards her. “This is my fucken home, Zarina. And unlike your couching hopping homeless self, i actually have a place that’s my own.”
“God I fucking hate you,” she cursed under her breath even though she knows that’s the furthest thing from the truth. She was haunted by the image and the thought of him, he haunted every corner and every inch of her. There are times where she thinks that he’ll sneak around a street lamp, going to talk her into a corner but here she was, completely untouched... just lost. The last time she felt lost was when Hook picked her up from the train station but now it was different. If he hadn’t of thrown the bottle, she would’ve gone over to him and crouched to be at his level. That’s what they were right or what they were supposed to be, at the same level, right? Equals? But there he was, walking towards her and she didn’t have the strength to walk away, what did she have the strength to do? “Bother?” She was nearly out of breath as he walked closer, taking a half step back, truly not adding to the distance. “Don’t fucking play the victim, this isn’t a tragedy written against you, grow up,” her voice was shaky, hands struggling to make a fist. She wasn’t used to this, she was used to her eyes being glued over his shoulder –– on the SAME team. But this, what was she to make of this? He mentioned how she didn’t have a place to stay when he knew her situation better than anyone –– maybe that’s what hurt more. “This is my home too,” she replied back. She didn’t know why her heart was still beating while he was around, how did he still have this affect on her. “Fuck you...” she said weakly, “I belong here, if not more than you. Even after what we’ve been through, you’re still wicked to me. I gave everything to you and you have the audacity to dismiss me as if I was nothing?” She turned her head towards the side, she couldn’t let her eyes meet his, it was far too painful. “I keep waiting for an excuse that’ll make me come back but your words... they keep fucking me over. Prove me wrong, prove to me that I’m overreacting.... p l e a s e.”
good morning, uh, when's the last time you showered seeing as you have no... home...?
“I bathe in the run off water that leaks from rain gutters.”
Rank your little squad of ex-friends from favorite to least favorite
“Easy.”
Terence
Fawn
Tink
Silver
Rose
Iri
Vidia
do you think kit just pities you or is he being a real friend?
“No he totally pities me.” @kitchvrming
what would be the first thing you buy if you had a million dollars?
“My own place. Wouldn’t that be cool, my very own pad?”
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