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dahlia.

[wtfmiiles-blog]

“hey, you might not, but sounds pretty adventurous to me.” of course, her suspicions would be right. the only adventures he took part in were those that involved a different country and a bar crawl, picking up guys as he went along. but that was a story for another day. in fact, it was a story he kept reserved for people he knew well. “do you have like, ten siblings, or what?” he asked, amused.

[dahliias]

"then some of my other stories are going to sound out of this world," she only had a few, but being a caretaker and a provider had sent her to some strange vices searching out money. the difference would be that she did what she had to, and he did what he wanted to; "there's six of us -- well... eight, if you count my useless fuck of a twin and our deadbeat mother."

[wtfmiiles-blog]

“you don’t count that as interesting? sneaking into a club is pretty adventurous, but aside from that, taking those candied fruits is a story to pass down for generations.” he grinned a little, though was mostly still cautious around the girl. 

[dahliias]

"that's adorable, you think i consider THAT an adventure?" she quirked an eyebrow; she didn't know miles well enough yet to clue him in on the shit she did while still trapped in new york, and she had a sneaking suspicion that his adventures ended with more naked young men than hers tended to- but she teased anyway. "my family's like cockroaches. there's too many of us, we're impossible to get rid of, and we're pretty good at getting into places we shouldn't be "

[wtfmiiles-blog]

“that week killed me, i’m not gonna lie to you, but it had its moments. any memorable ones you wanna share with me? it’ll help pass the time - i’m bored as hell.”

[dahliias]

“i don’t think anything interesting really happens to me. i did sneak into the club near main -- you know the one, with the flags out front and the bubble machine, the sleazy bouncer usually won’t let girls in unless they're as undressed as physically possible, but i got in through the back -- and i managed to lift like four jars of those candied fruits they put on the rims of brightly colored drinks. they make amazing snacks; i ate like half a jar skyping with my kids yesterday.” 

[dahliias]

ayeclaudia:

“Wild can be anything. I just so happen to have an entire bottle of tequila and I’m sure I have enough weed for a blunt too. See what happens when we combine our strengths? In my opinion, being buzzed is better than being sober anyway.”

“buzzed’ll have to be good enough, because you’ll need more than just a shared bottle of tequila to get me wasted enough for tonight to stand out; i guess i could use my fifteen on chocolate or something if you’ve got the illegal substances handled.”

[aaronhart93-archive]

“I’ve been home from my shift for a few hours and I have yet to start unpacking or get anything done other than sit down and watch RuPaul’s Drag Race. Wish I could have some of those people’s legs, damn. Someone get me out of the house, though. I need to be wild tonight.” 

[dahliias]

“it depends on what you mean by wild, per-se. i’ve got like.. fifteen euro to my name, so anything we can do for fifteen euro, i’m down for. could probably get a blunt, maybe a shot or two, get buzzed at least.”

[wtfmiles-blog1]

“sorry, i just…you looked really good just then and i had to take a photo. i was wondering if you’d be okay with me using it for my online portfolio?” fox shyly extracted a card from the back pocket of his jeans and handed it to the other person. his name, phone number, website and occupation were clearly printed in block capitals, and he waited patiently for the other to give him their blessing - or not.

[dahliias]

her eyebrows rose slowly, gaze flitting between his face and his camera. “whoa, dude... that’s —— i don’t even know who you are.”   she found the situation absolutely unbelievable and vaguely discomforting. she took the card and stared down at it scanning over the print.  “i mean, alright, why the fuck not?”

[dahliias]

dammitjason:

“Actually, I would believe that. Sometimes, people just can’t afford it.” If it wasn’t for his parents paying for his trips to the amusement parks, he wouldn’t have been able to afford it, that’s for certain. “You’ll be fine. I mean, maybe. If you aren’t terrified of heights that is. The roller coasters are usually awesome, though. I prefer ones that go upside down.” He was a thrill seeker, after all. As long as he didn’t get stuck on a ride, he didn’t care. “You want to ride with me? It’ll be nice to break your ride virginity.” He joked.

“could barely afford groceries, so i guess it’s not too unfathomable.”  she shrugged, tucking her hands into the back pockets of worn jean shorts and leaning back a little to take in the whole part. “i’m not afraid of anything.” at least, nothing she would encounter in an amusement park -- it’s not like abandonment was lurking in the public toilet. she grinned a little, raising her eyebrows.  “it’s pretty impressive that you managed to find the only cherry i have left to pop —— but alright. pick one, then. ”

[emiliaaclarke]

it’s my pleasure.

[witnessprotectionwithwings-blog]

And  r u n n i n g  is something that we’ve always done               Well and mostly I can’t even tell what I’m running from

          Run from their pity,                       from reѕpoɴѕιвιlιтy,                   Run from the country                               and run from the city

     I can run from the law           I can run from myself                I can run for my life                     I can run into debt

                                I can run from it  a l l                                      I can run ‘till I’m gσηє,                                             I can run for the office                                                And run from the  ̶c̶̶a̶̶u̶̶s̶̶e̶

        I can  r u n  using every last ounce of energy                  I can n  o   t                    I   c a  n   n    o     t

               I cannot                     run from my ғαмιly             { they’re hiding inside me }

[dahliias]

“wasn’t asking you for chocolate, sunshine.” arms crossed over his chest, his gaze settled on the church across the street. “assuming that i assume a lot is an assumption on your part. you don’t seem like the christian type.”

she met his brown eyes with icy blue ones, and although she was shorter and stockier and the bruise on her cheekbone just made her look paler, she spoke stern and with a strong conviction that made her sound disappointed in him. "don't speak to me like that." she continued absently, chewing the chocolate; there was something oddly satisfying about sweets, especially after having been unable to buy herself things even as small as chocolate for most of her life. "and what do i seem like?" she was already annoyed with the knowledge that he'd be wrong, and her voice was absently disinterested the way she addressed one of her kids, misbehaving for attention.

[dahliias]

“Please isn’t my style.” A shake of his head, a roll of his eyes. “I don’t understand this christian bullshit. The world is a shit place for a place with a God looking over it.”

"sharing isn't my style, then." she said; dahlia didn't seem to have a glance to spare for him, rather aloof and instead focusing on the chocolate bar she had grabbed out of an old woman's purse that morning. "--you assume a lot. i don't believe in any god, and i don't want to have a conversation about popularized mythos with you. that's more of a third base conversation."

[jaymecarter-blog1]

“ This is why I worship Satan. ” Jayme rolled his eyes. “Fuck Jesus. I just want chocolate.”

[dahliias]

dahlia, steadily unmoved, watched the boy's drama and turned back to her phone, popping another piece of the hershey's bar into her mouth. "i taught five kids to say please​ when asking for something, you'll have to do better than that."

[nuevayor]

*remembers im attracted to men* unfortunate 

[blommowitch]

if you feel like this you could be a lesbian.

[nuevayor]

I’m bisexual. I just find men unfortunate

[wtfmiiles-blog]

it seemed almost too easy. so easy, in fact, that miles paused, almost as if expecting another comment supposed to make him feel bad, but he supposed he deserved it. a part of him was frustrated, although not with the girl, but with himself. he didn’t know what it was and why he was weirdly affected by her opinion of him, but he was. it must’ve been the way she showed her disappointment, because that’s what it was. she didn’t seem to be angry at him for making stupid comments, or seeking approval from the other people witnessing his display of hypermasculinity. “for real?” he checked,  instantly regretting pushing the subject. “alright, but can i… can i take you out to lunch, actually? it’s probably the least i can do.”

[dahliias]

something about the tone of his voice as he asked for verification made her want to compensate and reassure, but she bit back the urge, instead stuffing another chip into her mouth and chewing, giving herself a second to decide how to speak next. "i don't really have the energy to focus on every time someone talked down to me for expressing my opinion." dahlia said, quite casually; he would get to know eventually that she didn't play games like that or say things she didn't mean, it was just a hell of a lot simpler to tell people what she meant to say in clear, plain language. "yeah, dude, sure. food beats these things." she gestured to the bag - they weren't her favorite. "and yes, for real." she framed his words in air quotations. "you don't have to apologise anymore. i mean, you can still buy me a burger or something, i'm hungry as fuck -- but we're square."

[wtfmiiles-blog]

“okay, yep, that’s fair.” the heat rose to his cheeks as he realised she wasn’t wrong, and he’d wrongly expected her to let it go. “just average.” that wasn’t what he wanted to talk about anyway. he briefly considered an excuse, but he knew it wouldn’t pass, and it was obvious that he had never been at a loss for words before because he mumbled incoherently for a little while, stumbling over his words as he tried to speak clearly and apologise without sounding pathetic. “i just wanted to say i’m sorry, i,” an excuse might have passed then, but he’d just go back to stumbling if he bothered. “i was a dick for no reason, you didn’t deserve that.” she didn’t seem too bothered by it, but it made him feel better knowing that he was doing something decent by recognising that he hadn’t been he nicest.

[dahliias]

she fought back a grin, letting him have his peace. average was an answer she could live with, although he looked like he was a stupid young adult male and usually that average was much different than hers -- her average was becoming exhaustion and restlessness all at once. poking the bruises on her knees, she waited for him to continue, amused by the whole situation. he didn't seem like he offered apologies often, so she bit back the urge to cut him off. it would be good for him to learn to apologize with more confidence. she met his eyes as he finished, and shrugged, a tiny quirk of bare shoulders. "no, i didn't deserve that." she spoke with that same steel conviction she always wore, carrying over even with the smile rising without permission onto painted dark lips. "yeah, we're cool, dude." she said, simply, and to her it was that simple; he had apologized without shifting blame and clearly meant it, so she would forgive him and forget the whole​ debacle. she had far more patience than he had tested.

[thebootydiaries]

[writcs]

[chinaofrps-deactivated20180604]

TV TROPES // tiny tyrannical girl

She’s small. Short. Petite. Vertically challenged.She tells everyone what to do, and expects them to obey. Threats ensue if people don’t. Sometimes even physical violence. Making large men the target of her orders just adds to the fun.