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ofbiitterness:
“sitting at home is boring when you have somewhere else you can be,” marie says with a shrug, words unkind but tone no more unpleasant than ever. maybe she just doesn’t understand the concept of home, with all it’s safeties and comfort. the last one she had, after all, she left behind in a pile of rubble. she wonders if she’ll ever find another. “you should get more hobbies.”
she quirks a brow in disbelief, giving a sharp laugh. “rosie is a grandma. she can’t go to bars.” savannah isn’t usually the kind of person marie associates with - not that she associates with many people at all - but she doesn’t entire hate her; not to mention the creepy doll holding her hostage. “why would we listen to them if they’ve said shit things before? maybe they have shit taste.”
“hmm..that can be true.” savannah giggled. marie could be quite crass, but she can deal with it. it was high time savannah had someone knocking her down a notch. the private academy she went to for most of her teen years inflated her ego by quite a lot. “doll making is a hobby. i could make it a lucrative one by selling them, but i’d feel bad.”
“rosie is old enough. old enough that she can’t be carded.” savannah joked. “ cause i reported her to HR and now she can’t harass me or play jokes on me.” she stated, matter of factly. “i know, it’s a bitch move but just because i freelance doesn’t mean i’m not worthy of respect.”
moonsu’s energy was unnaturally high today due to the excessive amount of coffee he was ounding in the early afternoon. even though he’d been tall his whole life he still wasn’t used to his limbs, so of course when he was getting too into the music blasting through his headphones he felt his arm wack something hard. immediately turning around with wide eyes and an apologetic look, “holy shit i’m so sorry, are you okay? did i kill you? i’m really sorry.”
oscar had to laugh, the two chairs he was carrying on his left arm rumbling a bit as he did so. “kill me?” using his free hand, he pat the other on the shoulder. “i’m a big dude, don’t worry. not even a scratch.”
She walked everywhere she needed to go now, even though cars couldn’t hurt her anymore. Darcy just couldn’t bring herself to sit inside a car anymore, after what happened. At least she didn’t get tired, even if she had to adjust her schedule to make up for the time walking. But, she paused outside of the coffee shop, longing for a cup. She missed it, she missed a lot of things. Of course, standing in the centre of the sidewalk wasn’t the best place to stop, and Darcy found herself quickly jumping out of the way. “Sorry, sorry.” She said, facing the person who she had been blocking. “Spaced out for a minute there.”
anita wasn’t in a hurry for once. it was a rare day off and she treated herself to a much craved cup of caramel frappucino. as she stepped out to start walking to her car, she was bemused by the figure standing in the middle. as the figure turned to her, she smiled, tv-ready pearly whites shining. “that’s alright. are we having an off-day?” she asked, a bit concerned.
insvuciance:
“ well, you’re not really wrong—society tells us not to cry in public, so people don’t, but society also tells us a lot of useless, stupid things. ” she shrugged, handing a napkin to the blonde. did she feel sorry for the other girl? a little bit. “ at least someone does. ” at this, the ghost of a wry smile was on her lips.
savannah took the napkin from the other and folded it into a square. she used the sharp corners to dab away some smothered mascara. “it’s what i do. or well..to do my job properly, i have to care, or else it just won’t seem genuine.” she gave the other a small smile. “thank you..for the napkin.”
ofgothica:
they take a deep inhale, looking down at the cuticle of their fingers which were dry and shriveled, cracked and pink with irritation. right about now, their cuticles reflected the same sentiment they felt when in the presence of savannah: broken and hurt. a clear of the throat, and they don’t bother to look her in the face until words come tumbling out of their mouth. “ ‘s okay to feel shitty sometimes, savannah. everyone has off days and you’re no perfected goddess that you don’t have to acknowledge that you feel it. “
they bit their lip, trying hard not to remove the stream of tears falling from beautiful blue orbs. but, alas, their heart thinks over their mind and they lean forward, brushing away each tear that fell. “ it’ll be okay. you’ll be okay, baby. “
effy’s touch sends shivers down savannah’s spine. it’s been too long, and savannah opened her eyes to look at effy’s own. her day had been going okay, but her work really exposed her to stories that will forever rival her own in terms of struggle and problems. her work really helped open her eyes to realities that she doesn’t face. harsher realities that she’d never dreamt of having.
she exhaled. “i just..it’s..why do people have to suffer so much?” she asked, voice low. savannah set aside her tissue and glanced at her laptop, the half-finished draft tempting more tears to come. “i wanna help them. so bad. i feel like..i feel like i’m not doing enough.”
littlewordsinthewind:
He gave a little shrug and sat down across form her. “You know when someone tells you not to worry that’s usually what you end up doing anyway.” He glanced at her before grabbing a tissue and handing it to her. “Sometimes the music I write makes me sad too. But for me it’s the only way I can really express what I’m feeling. Maybe you’ll feel better when it’s finished.”
She listened intently as he spoke. He seemed so..in control, and very in tune with himself. Savannah was slightly amazed. There was a time when she was like that, too. “Yeah, maybe. I mean, I still have..” She glanced over her draft. “Around a paragraph left? I’ll be lucky if I don’t end up bawling over after the next two sentences.” She joked, feeling her lash extension start to loosen which quickly prompted her to feel self-conscious.
“you know you can ask for help if you’re looking for something in particular,” leo said, setting down the book he was flipping through while he waited for a customer to need him. it had been a slow day.
savannah sighed, chandelier-like earrings swinging, tinkling, as she turned to face leo. “i’ve been meaning to improve my artisan skills lately. you know, make my own dolls, for once?” she admitted. “not gonna lie, the thought of making a doll that looks exactly like me is very tempting at the moment.”
lollipop / velvet / pills
ask meme | still accepting!
lollipop - some of your favorite candy
“sour skittles and nerds. sometimes twizzlers, but only sometimes!”
velvet - your favorite era for fashion and aesthetics
“that’s a tie between the 60′s and the 70′s. like i would love to rock capri pants ala hepburn, but the tracksuits let me look fresh as hell, without much effort.”
pills - something you'd change about yourself
“oh man. be more okay with social interaction maybe? it could use some work.”
edenxrose:
Eden couldn’t help but notice the blonde, prompting her to actually order something this time. Usually she just came in to waste time, listening to her music in a corner, which explained the barista’s amused look when they handed her the drink. Heading to the blonde, she placed the tea next to her things, offering a small smile, “Uh, I thought you could use this. It’s lemon and ginger tea.”
Savannah looked up immediately, feeling conscious of her lash extensions that were probably looking chaotic at the moment. “F-for me?” She asked, voice slightly raspy. She wiped some tears away. “Thank you, um, you really didn’t need to. I’m..I’m okay..it’s just..” Savannah tried to find the words, which shouldn’t be a problem for a writer, but her emotions have been all over the place. “I’m writing...so..”
spiritdarcy:
Darcy was at another table, invisible to the rest of the world, just watching people. It was one of the few things she liked about being a spirit. Something she didn’t like, however, was forgetting to force herself back into visibility before walking up to people. “Are you okay?” She asked, sitting down across from the woman, still completely invisible.
at the voice, savannah discreetly pulled her phone close and tapped on her keychain figurine, whom she thought was the culprit. “we’re in public, usagi. i’m..i’m okay, i’m just..” she paused to wipe some tears. “i’m okay, okay?” she whispered to her companion. she had no idea that the figurine wasn’t the one talking, but the woman sitting in front of her at the moment.
creepy girl ask meme
doll: some of your favorite makeup products
bruise: the worst wound you've ever received
taxidermy: your favorite animal(s)
eyeball: some of your favorite films
syringe: someone you trust with everything
porcelain: your favorite article of clothing
plush: your favorite childhood toy
blood: some of your favorite foods
pentagram: your faith or spirituality
splatter: your favorite artists or art pieces
teacup: some of your favorite beverages
corpse: something you would love to do but can't
knife: something you're good at cooking or baking
lollipop: some of your favorite candy
monster: your worst habits
pills: something you'd change about yourself
potion: something you'd change about humanity
asylum: your favorite place in the world
mantis: your sexual orientation
stitches: some of your self-care habits
velvet: your favorite era for fashion and aesthetics
teeth: something that makes you laugh
piano: something that makes you cry
witch: a power you wish you had
chainsaw: your favorite sound
ribbon: your favorite color combinations
pigtails: how affectionate you are
succubus: your weirdest kinks
ghost: a historical figure you're drawn to
lullaby: songs you love to sing
rvstie:
❛ i don’t know ❜ he said with a soft shrug. his fingers lightly tapped against his coffee. papers spread out in front of him as he was preparing his lesson plan for the following month. ❛ I think a good cry is needed every once in a while… ❜ he paused a moment. ❛ Even if you are going through something, Its not good to keep it in. ❜ he smiled kindly. he never knew what to say when people were sad. he was the guy who listened rather than interjected his opinion or life’s story. ❛ Would you like to talk about it? ❜ he asked.
she blew her nose on a floral, lacy handkerchief. “i always cry.” she admitted. “i feel a lot, twenty-four seven, three hundred sixty-five days a year. this isn’t my first watery rodeo.” dabbing the last few - or maybe not the last? - remnants of her tears from her cheek. “i would, but it’s not really my problem to talk about.” she wasn’t sure how much of the reader’s question she could share. all of the submissions were given aliases ; who knows if the one who submitted it was the one in front of her right now?
littlewordsinthewind:
“Oh man tell me about it. I’ve got like, at least a good day and a half left of writing left on an essay to write for Music Theory and it’s kicking my butt. But any progress is good right.” He finished checking in her books and set them on the cart to be taken back to their proper place before turning back to her. “I hope whatever your writing goes better than my essay. Though at this point that’s probably not a hard goal to meet.” Evan was not a writer. At least not in the traditional sense. He wrote music but actual words, not so much.
“My deadline’s in two days. I still have some time to finish the draft, rewrite it, then submit it.” She explained. “As long as you have at least one sentence down, I count it as progress.” She grinned, memories of her high school days coming back. Days and nights filled with procrastination and dread - Savannah wondered how she even graduated in the first place. “That may not be the best kind of work ethic, but I’m still here and thriving, so..so far, so great?”
insvuciance:
despite her detached approach to life, minako did not like being cooped up in her apartment all the time. sometimes she’d take her laptop to a cafe that was open late to work, music and conversation blending together in a comforting hum. she’d always hated silence. when someone talking to themselves caught her attention, she glanced over, eyebrows raised. “ why? because you’re in a public place? being emotional isn’t really a bad thing. means you care, i guess. ”
savannah blew into the tissue and cleared her throat. the remnants of her tears are still visible on her cheeks. “i mean...” she started, crumpling up her tissue. “it’s just not..it’s not commonly acceptable if you cry in public. at least, that’s what i’ve known my whole life.” she glanced at the other. “i care, yeah. too much, but i care.”
