& * QUEEN OF DISASTER !

he says to be COOL but - i'm already COOLEST. i said to ' GET REAL !! don't you know WHO you're DEALING with? '

[thelovejournals]

He held me so softly that I wished he wouldn’t ever let me go. I felt at home.

Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (via platth)

[pxiedream]

[putacoolnamehere]

[devereavx]

zoeyspellman:

The noise had a look of offense cross her face, always ready to believe the worst, but she said nothing, just looking away and glaring at the wall for a moment. Ama’s words had her looking back with a raised eyebrow. “What the fuck do you know about what I’ve been through? How do you know I wasn’t just raised in some run of the fucking mill middle class suburban home? Maybe daddy didn’t get me the pony I wanted and I ran away? Maybe I was just born with this bad attitude, so don’t preach at me like you know me. And if this is you trying to not sound like you’re just pitying someone, you’re not good at it.”

“nobody is an asshole at birth,” she points out. “and for some reason i kinda doubt that if you had rich parents you’d be workin at a dive like this. i’m not preachin at you, zoey. i’m tryin to, y’know, not be a piece of shit despite on how hell-bent you seem on treatin me like one. i don’t feel sorry for you at all. i really don’t. but that doesn’t mean i don’t think you could use a friend. you know, so you don’t keep usin other people as an emotional fuckin punching bag to work out your own issues.” she tries, she really does try, but zoey manages to wear down her patience to the point of not wanting to.

[devereavx]

levichill:

“You can make them do all that. I’m the nice parent. I give them candy and teach them how to properly pout,” he explained, rolling his eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You don’t know that… and there’s nothing wrong with fucked up and mean, anyway. That’s interesting. I want interesting kids, Ama!” His voice rose dramatically, before falling back in the seat. “Good. Issues make a person good.” He nodded confidently, glancing over at Layla once she spoke. “Oh, you should travel. Maybe when you retire. That’s when most do, and you get to wear those adorable tourist hats. A dream,” he said, letting out a dreamy sigh. “… great. Not that I’m desperate for work. I’m a busy man, but I’ll definitely make time for you.”

“if you’re gonna take all the credit for bein a nice parent then i don’t want kids with you,” she declares. “i don’t wanna be one of those moms who works so hard and sacrifices so much but gets overshadowed by the dad just cause he’s never around to do the dirty work. that aint my style,” ama huffs. “and sometimes people are borin. it’s just the way things are. but with how dramatic the both of us are, i doubt any kids we may or may not have would be boring.” layla blinks a bit, hesitant smile on her face - she’s really not sure if she’s supposed to be a part of this conversation or not. “retire? i don’t know about that.... i could probably work in a different country, though. i’m sure my boss would let me. but my whole life is here, so...” she trails off, shrugging slightly. “well, thank you! that’s sweet. but, uhm - is this the gas station you wanted?" layla questions, already flipping her blinker to turn in.

[devereavx]

chrisstafford:

The quiet word had her attention drifting back to Ama, but everything about her seemed strangely slower than normal. Normally Chris tried to avoid letting herself fall into these kinds of moods–particularly when other people were around– but today she just couldn’t help it. “That’s not… I like Town,” she corrected after a moment, and she did. It felt so much different than where she grew up but that had been exactly what she was looking for. A new crowd of people who didn’t know about her and whom she could choose for herself. She shook her head. “No, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. Maybe I should go… I don’t mean to bring the mood down.”

she’s sluggish & tired looking, ama thinks. maybe chris needs a nap. god knows ama could crash for days when she’s in a mood. “ chris, i’m gonna worry about ya whether you’re here or not,” she informs the other sternly. “but i’d rather you be here so i can figure out what’s up.” i like town, she says, and it sounds true enough. maybe ama needs to take a step back and stop trying to supply the other with words. “oh, i don’t give a fuck about bringing the mood down. i just wanna make sure you’re okay. and not like the i’m okay people give when they’re not but they think they’re bein a burden or some shit like that. if you need to talk, you need to talk. i just wanna help, honey.”

[tarjeisandvikmoe]

#the greatest and most underrated moment of season three

[devereavx]

angelowho:

“… shut up,” he muttered, shooting her a sideways glare and nothing more. “My music taste is not fuckin’ good. My favorite song is Aaron’s Party. In what world is that goddamn good taste in music?” He kept his arms crossed, quietly watching her attempt to type something in. His confusion was evident, until she asked him how to spell it. “J-o-h-n,” he started, “… M-u-l-a-n-e-y. There you go,” he said, gesturing to the screen. He glanced over at her for a moment, wanting to question how someone she liked she didn’t know how to spell, but instead, he let it be. “I’ve never actually watched him before,” he admitted instead.

“don’t tell me to shut up,” she chastises, giving his shoulder a light, playful shove. “aaron’s party? i liked his older brother, actually. backstreet boys for life.... - also didn’t aaron get into coke or somethin? some kinda drug, i’m pretty sure. who knows.” she plugs in the letters, an air of frustration evident around her. “fuckin - i’ve told you i’m a bad speller. don’t give me that look. i’m not good with letters.” she hits one of the specials, dropping the remote between them on the couch. “he’s real funny. you’ll like him, i think. well, you won’t hate him, at least.”

[devereavx]

angelowho:

“I can be mean,” he argued, looking a bit offended by her words. “I just choose who I’m fuckin’ mean to depending on how much they piss me off. I got words. It’s just pointless insulting every fucking person I talk to. It’s exhausting, really, to put in that much effort. I’d much rather go through it unless they just keep goddamn talkin’ and talkin’ with no purpose,” he explained, rolling his eyes. “Right, excuse me, I don’t know fuck-all about Disney. I thought you would’a been able to guess that it’s not really my thing… if I took you on a game show to win some damn cash you better damn well not let your pride get in the way of answerin’ questions about… Kristoff. Whoever that bitch is,” he told her, rolling his eyes. “I’ve liked most girls I’ve met, at some point or another, so I can’t really say I’m the best to give an opinion.” Gesturing to himself, he shrugged. “Two years closer to death than me. Don’t worry, I’m jealous.”

“right. if you say so. but that’s kinda what i mean, y’know? you wanna be a villain, you gotta be an asshole to everyone. or like - most people, at least. you’re only really mean to yourself most of the time,” ama points out.  “you tellin me you’re too lazy to be a villain? that’s on another level, really,” she laughs before wrinkling her nose slightly. “hey, quit it! i’d be shit on a game show, anyway. i’m not smart enough for it. and i don’t know disney that well. i just remember a lotta the character names. eh. don’t get me wrong, i’m all for girls supporting girls, but some can be real bitches. at least with guys, it’s usually pretty clear how they feel about ya if you play your cards right.” her expression turns to a scowl, though it’s clear there’s no heat behind it. “age doesn’t really matter, though. young people die all the time. i could get hit by a bus tomorrow, doesn’t mean you’ll die in two years.”

[devereavx]

carter--abernathy:

Carter wasn’t sure if she’d ever do talk and explain, and honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t. Why would she? She doesn’t owe him anything – even if he did say she did, he was still here to his own accord. The silence stretched on that he’s sure the whole thing is dropped until she spoke again. To this, he pulls himself up enough that now his back is resting against the headboard of the bed while his eyes, never left her form as she retells every terrible thing. The more she went on, the more he felt his blood run cold, breath hitching at the mention of her father’s boss. He knew something felt off about that man the moment he laid his eyes on him, and now, everything from the family dinner clicks into place that he could physically feel himself getting sick at the thought. ( but he knows it didn’t matter what he felt about it. This wasn’t about him. ) And it went on, self-destruction after another until it reaches to the point that he does know. “Ama..” he begins in a tone so quiet, maybe she wouldn’t have heard him if he wasn’t beside her, trying to come up with words to say. In the end, he doesn’t. Instead, his gaze bore into her, moving cautiously to gently pull her to his side – something he thinks he should have done back in the hospital months back. He’d hold her through it in silence, knowing nothing he could say would appease the grief she’d just relive. He’d hold her if it’s what she needed.

“i don’t want any pity,” she informs him in a tone that should be a warning, threatening even, but instead it just comes out small and broken. his arm wraps around her and she nearly flinches but instead just sinks into him. head settled on his shoulder and the heels of her hands pressed into her eyes, she sniffles quietly. “i don’t want you to feel sorry for me. i’m fuckin - i’m fine. it’s just hard being here. in this house. city, even.” she lets out a shaky sigh, feeling.... really fucking vulnerable. she can’t just stop talking, though, so she runs her mouth, still not looking him in the eyes. “usually i’m fine. when i’m not here, i don’t have to think about it. it doesn’t - i’m not affected by it or anything. but being here, i feel about sixteen again. and it’s fucking awful. there’s.... there’s nothin good for me here.”

[devereavx]

text // open

Angelo: you kwno whats' coming up?

Angelo: Vlanetine's day

Angelo: you know what I fuckign hate?

Angelo: I bet ououy know where I'm going with this. Or i'd hope so unlelss your're fuking idiot but if youw ere I probably wouldn't be texting you in thefirst damn place

Angelo: to beb fair, I an't see the contacts. I jsut clicked someone.

Angelo: anyway, who wants a giantn ass fuckgin teddy bear? not me.

amandine: u hate everything ang

amandine: i feel that tho. no giant teddy bears 4 me, rocky would destroy it

[partymembersonly]

[heda-organa]

[hoeonfilm]

[lifedeathandlovefromstankonia-d]

My Aesthetic: Margot Robbie At A New York Rangers Game

[devereavx]

gdievansnow:

“Let’s not be forgetting that I have the dashingest of looks and the sunniest of dispositions,” he pointed out, gesturing to himself. “I am also very clean.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Wait, wait, I think you’re misunderstanding something here. Are you assuming we’re going to ask? He doesn’t listen to reason this is not a negotiation. Tsk tsk.”

“i dunno about that. you can be pretty evil sometimes,” she points out. “you know, if you’re havin so many doubts, maybe you should talk to him about it. imagine the drama.” she’s clearly joking - she’s known about the gag for nearly the entire run. “woah, woah! innocent third party here! keep me outta your debt negotiation. oooh, hey, though, i got a cop friend if you really wanna spook him. you might not get much money out of it, but you can always shock-snap it. i have tons, they’re always so funny.”

[devereavx]

angelowho:

“I’m awful, you really expect me to have good taste in anything?” He narrowed his gaze, although, in his opinion, it wasn’t that bad. “… you don’t know real humor until you hate yourself,” he said, letting out a small laugh as he reached over, grabbing a couch pillow to hold to his chest as he looked through choices. “A comedy special? You wanna watch a comedy special?” He looked over at her, eyebrow raised, before sighing. “Fine. Whatever, here,” he gave in, finally, handing her the remote and slumping further down the couch.

“eh, you’re alright,” she teases. “you’ve got good music taste, though, so i had high hopes for your movie choices.” she settles back into the couch, small pout curving her lips. “aw, don’t make me look it up - we’ll be sittin here all night,” she grumbles, though she takes the remote anyway and begins typing, though it’s very slow going. j, o, n, m, o, o, no, fuck that’s not right. “fuckin - do you know how to spell john mulaney? he’s funny as hell.”