SHINING LIKE A FIERY BEACON.

❝ she understands not the art of crumbling, of curling herself tight like the s p i r a l of a fern, ( soft ), delicate, unwilling to reach out the ivy of her fingers to grasp onto what should rightfully be hers.

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miidnighters:

Oh. He hadn’t realised that when she’d said back home she’d meant all the way back home. “I wouldn’t have been able to bring Fred, either, if it weren’t for the special circumstances.” He offers, as if that might assuage the note of sadness he can detect in her voice. “Do you fit on the bed if he’s on the bed? Or is it like this massive squishing cuddling pile to make it work?” That question is asked with a hint of a smile, since there was the odd occasion that Fred did the exact same thing.

       she discerns that note of sympathy in his remark, appreciates it quietly & shrugs off her own feelings like she usually does. ❛ it’s alright. prob’ly for the best, ‘cause he’d be bored stiff in me bedroom all day while i’m at lectures & tha’, y’know ?  ❜ the swift navigation away from talking about missing home & pets & the like is also appreciated. remembering how bono literally jumps onto the bed without any regard for the occupant’s safety or comfort brings a smile to her face. she laughs. ❛ nah. he lies on top o’ ya so y’can’t breathe... ❜ whoops. she even misses that too.  ❛ fred or no fred though, bein’ able t’ navigate yer way abou’ new york is impressive. i’m havin’ trouble even with me full sight. ❜

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contracas:

is she for real? he’s unable to hear her first comment, but quickly becomes unhappily aware of a girl entering his bubble and pulling faces at him. with a face that clearly displays his irritation, casper removed the closer earbud just as she speaks again. “you’re right.“ his voice is dead-panned, he sounds more honest than sarcastic, and yet. “we do listen to la dispute at our bdsm orgies. all we do is cry and fuck.”

       perplexed expression gives way to a small, albeit confused, smile. whether he’s joking is up for debate in her mind -- these new yorkers are weird. ❛ i dunno what la dispute is, ❜ she confesses, & doesn’t really want to know, ❛ --bu’ tha’ sounds awful. no offence t’you or yer people. i guess whatever floats yer goat. ❜

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@manhattanopus

       ❛ y’know where a girl could get a decent meal ‘round here ?  ‘cause i’ve ‘ad pizza four times this week. can’t be nothin’ expensive neither ‘cause i’m poor as shite. ❜

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@ofangels

       ❛ this american football thing soun’s like a bad ripoff of rugby, except they’re wearin’ helmets ‘cause they’re afraid o’ the ball. i don’ like neither, bu’, if i had t’choose one... anyway, you followin’ this ?  y’wanna tell me who’s winnin’ ?  who’re we cheerin’ for ? ❜

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hxsta:

@freewild

      well, there’s always a first for everything. 

“…everything all right down there? or     should i go get some proper help?”

       ❛ i, uh--... t’ought i could jump this fence, bu’ i jus’ twisted me ankle instead. i dunno if i can walk. ❜

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miidnighters:

“Wow.” Even as she rectifies, it’s hard for him to conceptualise a dog that big. Without really realising what he was doing, he touches his chest as a point of reference. “Where do they sleep? Like do they make dog beds that big? Did you have to make your own. I bet they eat a lot.” And finally, the question he really wanted to ask. “Can I meet them? I wanna meet the tall one.”

       ❛ sure. if y’don’t mind an eight hour flight first. ❜ her laughter echoes, but there’s a dwindling sadness in her as colleen registers just how far away the cosy little farmhouse she calls home is. she shakes it off, takes the time to explain herself. ❛ couldn’t bring ‘em wit’ me. shep’s me da’s dog -- he needs him for herdin’ -- an’ bono’s jus’ too massive. me roommate wouldn’t be too pleased either, i reckon. ‘an he jus’ sleeps on the floor. sometimes jumps up on the beds. he’d eat the hand off y’ too, if y’let him. ❜ 

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       like for a starter.

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miidnighters:

“I should! That’s a great idea!” It’s probably not a great idea. “Is a wolfhound a big dog?” It must be, if she made a point of saying so. “They sound like good dogs.”

         ❛ huge !  taller than i am when they’re up standin’, sorta like whatchamacallit, yer man. uh... scooby doo ! ❜ an accomplished smile lights up her features as she actually manages to recall the name, but it fades slightly at the realisation that he has no idea what scooby doo actually looks like. it’s not a good comparison, so she rectifies her mistake quickly,  ❛ uh. so... we’re almos’ the same height, so i s’pose he’d come up t’ yer chest or somethin’. pretty big. ❜

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@runsdry

     ❛ sucks tha’ it didn’t work out for ya, bu’ it sounds as though you gave it your all, so... ❜  an encouraging punch in the arm, accompanied by a fully-fledged grin.  ❛ nice one. ❜

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miidnighters:

“Yeah, completely blind. Fred’s the best. He lets me know when to cross the street and when I need to go around people and stuff like that. I bet your dogs are still good though. All dogs are.”

       ❛ aye, y’should train him t’ water y’plants. i love ‘em, f’ sure, f’ sure... shep can’t herd sheep for shite, though. an’ my wolfhound reckons he’s a lapdog. ❜

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miidnighters:

Flynn just sighed. “Guess I’m not cut out for plant ownership. At least I have Fred.” But then, Fred makes it known when he needs something. 

       ❛ tha’ your seein’ eye dog ?  y’are blind-- or... vision impaired, righ’ ?  they’re s’posed t’be clever.  i got a dog -- two dogs -- an’ both of ‘em are dumb as shite. better than plants, though.  ❜ 

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miidnighters:

“What good would talking do if it’s already gone?” He pauses. “Maybe I should get a new plant. Something that doesn’t need as much watering.”

        ❛ anythin’ worth havin’ needs t’be fuckin’ watered. except a cactus, bu’ tha’ isn’t worth havin’ ‘less you’re in the desert. sorry ‘bout your plant. ❜

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miidnighters:

@freewild

“I think I killed my plant. I’m not even sure I’m watering the right spot.”

       ❛ aye. he is lookin’ a wee bit worse for ware. ❜  understatement of the century. this plant is dead. ❛...  y’tried talkin’ to it ?  ❜

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❝ now, see, that’s a career ender right there. ❞

things said during drama rehearsals.

       ❛ fuck’s sake. over before it even fuckin’ began !  trus’ me, right ?  s’okay, only us who saw anyway. ❜

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things said during drama rehearsals.

aren’t grease rehearsals the best ?   some by one of my directors, by the cast, & by the crew.  i’m probably gonna have to make a sequel to this, knowing us. change the pronouns as you see fit !! 

❝     wanna try co-caine-a cola …. ?  … wanna try coke ?  …. want some soda.          ❞ ❝     what the fuck is she reading ?          ❞ ❝     listen, you’re supposed to look sexy, you look like a drunk flamingo.          ❞ ❝     who the fuck is freddy ?          ❞ ❝     she only loves me for my cardboard car.          ❞ ❝     actually this car is so high quality it’s actually made out of — can you believe it — WOOD !      ❞ ❝     how the fuck are you supposed to fit a car in here ?      ❞ ❝     maybe we’ll just turn the entire parking lot into one great big bonfire.      ❞ ❝     i look like hello fucking kitty.       ❞ ❝     hi i love you but i don’t love you enough come back in leather.          ❞ ❝     we just have lady gaga replace EVERYONE.       ❞ ❝     my car’s gonna sound like a fuckin’ alarm clock, watch.       ❞ ❝     who the fuck taught you how to bowl ?     ❞ ❝     so if you accidentally crush the drum player just keep going. they’re expendable.       ❞ ❝     i call this my sexy walk.      ❞ ❝     he said that if he’s going down he’s taking me down with him. and i’m taking her down with the both of us.      ❞ ❝     okay, i asked for confidence, not interpretive dance.       ❞ ❝     who the hell drives a car like that ?       ❞ ❝     your legs make up more than two thirds of your abnormal height.       ❞ ❝     short people :  destroy the tall people at all costs.      ❞ ❝     are you SURE that’s my last name ?      ❞ ❝     back the fuck up or that guitar is being shoved up your nose.      ❞ ❝     i fully expect four bouquets every night.  no exceptions, no excuses.      ❞ ❝     yeah, yeah. that staircase is SUPER stable.   just. y’know. there’s a ninety eight percent chance that it’ll collapse with everyone on top of it.      ❞ ❝     if you’re meeting your favorite celebrity in the entire WORLD, what in the hell would possess you to just smack him in the face ?      ❞ ❝     how do you just STEAL four shopping carts ?!      ❞ ❝     now, see, that’s a career ender right there.      ❞ ❝     there isn’t a single non-living thing in this entire room i wouldn’t try to eat.      ❞

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@contracas

        ❛ the fuck are y’listenin’ t’ ?  ❜ without apparent consciousness of the concept of personal space, her head is angled so that she can hear the music blasting through his earphones clearly, & has been for the past several moments. it’s loud without any distinguishable words -- at least nothing discernible by her. this boy is going to rupture his ear drums. crinkled features stress her already perplexed expression as she offers her own, unwarranted opinion,  ❛ sounds like people screamin’, maybe what the bdsm people’d listen t’ ?  mr. fifty shades’a grey an’ that. ❜