𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔫 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔩

take me back to the light || i know you were way too bright for me || i'm hopeless, broken || so you wait for me in the sky

[dxnnyboi]

𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝙸𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚊 ➛ 𝟺𝚝𝚑 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚛 ➛ 𝙲𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ➛ 𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜, 𝙲𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 & 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ➛ 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝟸𝟶𝟼

𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘                𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎

[emmanuelleriva]

Cary Grant in Bringing Up Baby (1938) dir. Howard Hawks

[sheholdsyoucaptivated]

*drowns myself in romanticized idealizations*

[dxnnyboi]

thliahls​:

                                    there’s an invisible string that keeps her chin away from her chest, her nose held high gives her a better sense of relaxation than slumping, melting into the cement ever could. she takes his easy words like they’re precious, always one note too serious. thalia will never have the ease he carries with him, but instead of wanting to snatch it from him like plucking from him what’s not hers, she’s content, no, delighted to bare witness to it. ‘   boys like you.    ’ she repeats, mulling over the sentiment as if they’re three words picked out of a dictionary and placed side by side, the connotation lost on her. ‘   what’s boys like you ?    ’ she knows him. she doesn’t know him at all. those are the questions given to plucked daisy petals, more than whether she is loved or not. thalia can’t imagine him ever meeting her father, it’s so beyond this universe that even the murkiest, most pixellated image can’t conjure in her imagination. he wouldn’t make it past an introduction. ‘   like a game of chess ? it’s the only game i’ve never had the patience for.    ’ she admits, because she can admit things to him. only him. she glances at his open palm, feels her heart vibrate, lingering on like strings that have been strummed too hard. then she takes his hand eventually, warm, fingers curled with a force committing it to memory like when he lets go, her hand will stay that way, as if it never left. ‘   fuck modern art.   ’ she agrees.

“i don’t know. you said that! but... uhm, i don’t know. trash literature nerds, who would rather lose a fight than win it– boys who want to hang out with you because they think you’re actually pretty cool.” he admitted with a light tint of red on his cheeks that she didn’t care much to hide. it was too late and it was no sight thalia hadn’t seen before. “i don’t know. i think you could tell me more about myself than i could accurately describe myself.” because he was aware the mental image he had of daniel ishida was far from the actual danny that people met. and he still couldn’t be sure if that was a good or a bad thing. danny laughed, because he had actually imagined themselves in tights, just like superheroes, fighting thalia’s dad, but that was whole other strategy. “just like a game of chess. we could end him in four– perhaps five moves.” he grinned, still holding his hand out until it felt her hand in hers, and took it, changing it for his arm, just like the old gentlemen used to do. it was more comfortable, he thought. 

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oflaughter​:

“Well you have done a pretty good job. The effort really is showing so take a deep breath, whoever it is that you want to wow is going to be just that” he assured and nodded. This reminded him that he should care more about his hair, take better care of it. It was just easier to just let the curls be unkept. 

“thank you, man. it’s a special day, you know? sometimes you gotta put in the effort.” he smiles a little proudly now that he’s confident his hair looks great. “are you planning to wow someone today?”

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beafitz​:

as soon as bea saw the look on danny’s face she knew she had misspoke. she shook her head fervently as she tried to think of something to say, of some way to explain herself. “no, i didn’t mean it like that,” was the best she could come up with. she didn’t want him to feel bad, he hadn’t done anything wrong and now she felt awful. she wasn’t sure what to say to reassure him after her last statement had come across all wrong. she didn’t want to say the wrong thing again. her eyes searched his face as he spoke. she wasn’t quite sure what she was looking for, but she seemed certain she would find it in his eyes. bea liked to think of herself as someone who thought things through, who made plans and thought about the consequences of her actions, but that wasn’t always the case. as soon as he finished speaking she took a step forward, one hand grasped his chin, and without thinking it through in the slightest she leaned in and kissed him. something was telling her it was a bad idea, but it was hard to hear that over the sound of her heartbeat in her ears. when he’d kissed her in october it had been over in a second, but that wasn’t what she wanted this to be. she wanted to take her time, to savor it. she meant this, and she wanted him to know that. when she did pull away she smiled at him, somehow feeling shy and self-assured at the same time. “i don’t want it to mean nothing.” hopefully she’d made that clear. “and you didn’t make me uncomfortable. maybe that made you uncomfortable, i don’t-” she trailed off as doubt set in. “it’s just that i understand that we can’t be together.” at least, that was what she thought he had said. “but we’re not acting like it and i don’t understand what i’m supposed to do about that.”

“you didn’t?” if only he could keep his mouth shut, but he was learning he couldn’t stay quiet in times of pressure. he had to explain himself, try his best to fix something when he wasn’t even sure what needed fixing. he took a deep breath and looked into his eyes, his shoulders raising and falling slowly as he tried to keep his heart at a normal rate. he’d already fucked things up once. he was terrified to fuck it up again with bea. he needed to handle with care, go slow. yes, go slow. maybe the gift was a little bit too much. the silence had gone on for too long. it felt heavy in danny’s heart, because he could only wish to read bea’s mind for a second to know what she was thinking about. but soon enough the weight was lifted as her hand found his chin, and in less than a heartbeat her lips were touching hers. danny’s reaction was pure nature, knowing where his hands belonged around her waist, pulling her closer, kissing her back every so slowly. this felt different than their last kiss. last time he had been desperate, didn’t know how to word his thoughts so he did it, very much like it seemed bea did this time around. but she knew how to do it properly. how to surprise him and welcome him home at the same time. he made sure not to push it forward too fast, but he was not the one to pull away. he couldn’t. he slowly loosened his hold around her as she broke the kiss. danny could feel his cheeks burning but he didn’t look away. “bea...” he smiled goofily, because he could still feel her lips against his. “i don’t know what to say. i think my last functioning brain cell just imploded.” he laughed, then rubbed his eyes for a moment. “i know what i said. and i know things haven’t really changed around us, but i do not want to stay away. i can’t.” danny bit his bottom lip. “i can’t stop thinking about you, or stop wanting to be around you. i’m sorry about making it confusing. it’s the last thing i want for you. and i keep making it worse.”

[insporp]

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[dxnnyboi]

oofluc​:

“ ARE THEY ONLY to be taken during certain days ? ” his tone a little challenging due to not thinking that was true at all … then again, he was not so well versed in cheat days so he’s not sure if he’s calling a bluff that doesn’t exist. “ fine, i’m doing sword training this semester so i’m enjoying it. ” because he loves swords, and fighting with them was even better. “ it’s your last semester. ” luc states, as if danny wouldn’t know that himself. 

“it’s usually on the weekends. when you can actually go somewhere. but i guess it’s all the same when you live locked down in a place like this,” he shrugged. he preferred his cheat days on a sunday. it felt more legitimate for some reason. “oh, that’s interesting. are you going to show me how you fight sometime?” he quirked an eyebrow, perhaps a little flirty. “uh... yeahp. yes it is. are you going to miss me?”

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thliahls​:

                            she enjoys the way he frames it, her life on the line as another mission. that’s all espionage really is, the field she’s been raised in anyways. appreciates how candidly he’s able to say this, and it makes her want to offer her own token of truth in return. like everything’s a debt that needs to be repaid. however, if she were to lean in close and casually admit that she is scared, there’d be no coming back from it. declarations of love or hate are easier to rectify than a confession of fear. her palms push up against the ledge, hopping up to sit next him, legs dangling like humpty dumpty who can’t make up his mind as to whether he wants to fall or not. she spares one, singular, self-pitying glance at the at the ground, before a wolfish smile tears at her lips. ‘   i already am.   ’ she turns to him, spoken like it’s something that could be printed in big, bold, letters on the cover of a tabloid magazine. of course, she’s not talking about the trip, the tailing mission. but him, the existence of danny. in relation to herself. danny and thalia sing songs in her mind, she likes the way it sounds. ‘   dad doesn’t like boys, you know.   ’  she nods immediately when he asks. ‘   what about the kreeger museum ? i hate contemporary, modern art. it’ll be fun.   ’

danny moves to a side, as if thalia needed any more space but then he goes back to the same exact spot, their legs pressed together for the moment. and it almost seemed like neither of them felt like moving just yet. it was that kind of day. a slow one, with the sun so high up in the sky it felt like it would never come down. “he doesn’t? not even boys like me?” he says, almost laughing because he never refers to himself as a boy. it makes him feel small and vulnerable, like when he was younger. he prefers man for himself, but he humored thalia. “bet if he showed up and tried to come up to us, we’d both beat him in a few moves only,” he mentions, because he knows it’s what thalia fantasizes about: eliminating her father, their joined fantasy, since danny only dreams of the day his own father isn’t in the picture. “oh, fuck modern art!” he exclaims as he jumps of the ledge and holds his hand out for thalia. “let’s do this.” he honestly can’t think of a better way to spend the day than hearing thalia’s opinions on modern art. 

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beafitz​:

“we could head outside, but i wouldn’t mind just wandering down the hall.” she sort of liked roaming gallagher’s corridors. bea was tempted to take his hand, but she was pretty sure that would be counterintuitive to what she was trying to do. she was relieved to leave the party, to hear the sounds of celebration suddenly muffled as the door shut behind them. she looked at danny and smiled, one hand absentmindedly playing with her new necklace. even amidst all the confusion she was feeling, she also felt happy just being around him. she walked in silence for a little while, trying to think of what to say and pretending she wasn’t watching him in her peripheral vision. the idea of laying all of her cards on the table was terrifying, but she was also worried that if she wasn’t completely honest that he’d think she was upset with him, which couldn’t be further from the truth. finally she stopped and turned to danny, unsure if she should really be doing this at all. “what are we doing?” she asked. “please don’t get me wrong, i’m having a really good tine, it’s just that…” bea sighed and wrung her hands. “it’s valentine’s day. and that sort of has certain connotations and i’m just not sure if we’re on the same page.” she didn’t think far enough ahead to actually say what page she was on, which probably would’ve been helpful.

“down the hall it is.” he smiled, a bit upset because he would have thrown in yet another cliche of giving her his jacket, but he was glad as well that he wouldn’t have to force his attention to her and not the wind chill that decided to be specially cold this february. he walked down the hall with her. everyone seemed to either be back in the rooms or in the ball room. they seemed to be alone, and the quiet was a bit reassuring as well as nerve wracking. he was scared of whatever bea had to say to him. it could be anything, from any new discovery about their parents, which to him was the best possible outcome, or she could tell him to stop whatever he was doing. that he was misunderstanding everything, that she wanted to be friends, but not even close friends– that was the most likely option. but he kept a little smile on his face as he fell into step with her, walking aimlessly until she stopped and turned to look at him. “oh–” what were they doing? he thought they were walking. and he also knew it’s not what she meant. he was frozen in place for a moment there. “i’m– i told you. you’re special and i– i’m sorry if i read things wrong. or– if i– if you want it to mean nothing– i don’t mind–” he babbled non stop, only looking at her at the very end, once he lost track of his ideas. danny sighed. “i really don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

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oflex​:​

“aren’t they cool?” he beamed that someone noticed his shirt. “come stand with me in the sun, it sparkles.” he holds his hand and walks with him toward the door.

“oh, it’s lovely,” he pointed out as soon as they got under the sun. he was quite chilly so it worked for him as well. he needed a little warmth. “did you get it online? i’m just wondering where can i get one of those.”

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specdracers​:

     “are you saying i’m not irresistible already?” he asks, feigning shock and hurt. he’s just being dramatic, but he does appreciate danny’s offer to help him out. “you’re an austen fan too?” everyone in his class seems to be in love with her. “maybe i’ll be able to figure out why she’s so great.”

“it can always get better, man. that’s all i’m saying.” though landon had a certain charm that came from birth. nobody could learn that, except of course, danny himself, but that only meant landon could be better than him. he didn’t feel jealous at all however. if anything, he wished to experience the charm. “i have to admit i am. yes. i love romance in novels. guilty pleasure right there. she’s one of the best.” 

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oflaughter​:​

Amado had never been someone who cared much about his hair or what he was wearing. Expression thanks to fashion was a beautiful thing and he used that to his advantage. Wearing mismatched socks, colors that stood out from the rest. Basically fashion that some would deem ugly. So when he heard the question, he chuckled. “I personally think it looks great. Way better than how I keep my own curly hair”

“really?” his eyes widened, a little bit touched by the compliment and he hoped the other meant it, because his hair looked fabulous. “i really tried hard tonight– i kinda had to. you know, i’m trying to wow somebody, but i still want to look casual– you know what i mean?” he was nervous and speaking way more than he should, but amado looked reliable enough.

[dxnnyboi]

“are those hearts?” he had to look closer because he couldn’t make it up from the distance. “oh my god– strawberries. man, this shirt is beautiful. damn. go you, honestly. im rooting for you tonight.” || @oflex​

[sheisobvious]

happiness ♡︎

[dxnnyboi]

@beafitz

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beafitz​:

“i love it,” she beamed. “thank you so much.” bea really didn’t feel like she could thank him enough. she wasn’t sure how red her cheeks were, but they felt warm and that was only making her more embarrassed. he thought she was special. valentine’s day was special and she was special and surely that meant something, surely he wasn’t giving gifts and compliments to all of his friends. they had never really been friends - when they both arrived at gallagher and saw each again they were ‘friends,’ but that was only because bea wasn’t sure if he had been feeling what she was feeling, and having him as a friend was better than not having him at all. they didn’t stay ‘friends’ for long and she was glad. for the past couple of months they’d been ‘friends,’ and for bea it was once again because she wanted him in her life and that seemed to be the only way. but they weren’t acting like friends, and she was feeling confused. she couldn’t remember the last time a friend had tucked her hair behind her ear (it was never) and she was certain that no friend had ever looked at her the way he was looking at her now. if she hadn’t been blushing before she was now, and all she could really do was look at her feet. “thank you,” she mumbled, looking back up at him with a small smile on her face. she had fun dancing with danny, but she was overwhelmed and she thought dancing would make it worse. “actually, it’s kind of loud in here and i could use some quiet. would you take a walk with me?” that was true, but more than that it was an excuse to speak to him privately. she was scared to talk to him, but bea felt like she would go insane if she didn’t. 

“don’t mention it. it looks beautiful.” as if it was made just for her. but she had a way to make things hers that danny would never understand. she was a natural at just existing in danny’s eyes, and sure, there were some rose colored glasses in there, but he didn’t plan to take them off any time soon. or ever, if he were to be honest. he was nervous, almost anxious about the moment. he had thought about it since they said goodnight back in D.C. but even if he had rehearsed how the night would go for him, he would have never been able to control it. the fingers of his free kept tapping anxiously on his thigh as the moment became larger, and when she refused his invite to dance, he suddenly panicked. danny lifted his eyebrows, expecting her to just leave him on what would be the physical performance of leave someone “on read” but then she asked him to come along. his expression softened, but his stomach was still tied in knots. had he done too much with the necklace? was he misreading things? was he pushing for anything? the last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable. maybe this was the actual end of things. maybe the weekend with mira had opened her eyes. so many thoughts crossed his mind in that moment but he simply nodded with a little smiled. “of course. do you want to go outside?”

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beafitz​:

bea smiled, her head tilted slightly to the side. if she didn’t know better, she’d think that danny was flustered. “clearly you don’t need anything else.” was that too forward? she wasn’t sure. his laughter brought another grin to her face, it always did, but she was so nervous that she forgot to laugh. “yeah, that would be bad.” she didn’t really understand why he was worried about someone punching him. he was being weird and it had her on edge. “what?” her eyes widened in surprise as she looked down at the box. she slowly opened it and a smile spread across her face. “it’s perfect.” one hand flew up to touch the thin gold chains around her neck. of course danny knew what would go with what she wore every day, but she was still touched by the thoughtfulness that had gone into it. what is happening? why did he get me a gift? what is this? what the fuck? she smiled at him, trying very hard to pretend like we wasn’t losing her shit. “will you help me put it on?” bea took the necklace out of the box and handed it to danny before turning around and brushing her hair away from her neck. “you really didn’t have to do this, you know.”

“bea, you flatter me!” he said jokingly, putting a hand to his chest as if her words had been a big deal. and perhaps they were, but in the context it sounded a little bit ridiculous that he only needed to shower to look good. he had spent an embarrassing amount of time choosing the right jacket, and even more doing his hair pretty much one curl at a time. it was ridiculous but apparently it had been worth it. “definitely,” he agreed just for the sake of filling up the silence in that moment. danny looked for her reaction as she opened the little box with the necklace. he had seen it over the washington weekend, and well, he barely knew anything about fashion, but the delicate pendant had reminded him of her, and she could see them all go together, and perhaps he considered asking her out for the day, which is what the whole thing was supposed to be about, but he couldn’t. still, it wasn’t like he was going to keep it. it was for her. and it was perfect. “i– it reminded me of you the second i saw it.” he smiled softly, taking the chain between his fingers and helping her clasping it behind her neck. “done.” he grinned, waiting for her to turn around. “looks more beautiful than i imagined.” because she was wearing it. he could drop all the cliche lines and mean every single one of them. “i know. but i wanted to do it. it’s.... it’s a special day, and you’re... you’re special.” danny smiled softly, taking the freedom to push a little strand of hair behind her ear. it was easy to forget that they were not as close as they had been before when looking into her eyes. he was taken to a place of comfort and lightness, what he cherished the most. “so...” danny cleared his throat. “i– are you ready to dance? you know you’re my favorite dance partner. you had to know this would happen.”