testing

[chemistest]

nobody makes my decisions for me, alright? nobody. this is my choice.

[chemistest]

ain't no thang.

me

[chemistest]

[chemistest]

harry.

          there’s an urgency in her footsteps, in the way she pushes and           pulls, FORCING her way past heavy glass and into the lion’s den.            earnestness rests upon her face, written into every tiny little facet           of her expression. from the urgency in her eyes — blues are alive           with emotion, shifting this way and that as she enters — to the           words that all but LEAP off her tongue, gwen stacy is a storm of           a woman. 

          ❛   HARRY.   ❜   and she’s crossing to him like her life depends on           it, as if every step she takes is weighted by a cement block & he           is her saviour in the tempest.   ❛   have you heard?   ❜