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Hope Maeve Fabray 27 | Tiny Dancer | Daddy's girl | Cutest Fabray | Non-Verbal | Hello there fellow tumblerino, you have stumbled across the blog of Hope Fabray - which I should hope you already know if you're here but I'm always up for making new friends. I don't like talking and I haven't since I was five. My family rocks so no, nothing 'bad' or 'traumatic' happened, I just stopped. I used to try to speak when I was younger because people made me think that that was the only acceptable way to communicate with the world but its not. Sign language is dope, bro. I am currently working as a Stripper at a place called Sal's which isn't even owned by a guy called Sal, weird right? The owner's name is Brent and he's my favourite guy. I love my job more than I love gummy bears - which is a whole lot cause I'm pretty sure I have an addiction - so if you have a problem you can kindly 'gtfo' because I'm not here to deal with your rude, incorrect ideas about who I am. If you're a cool cucumber and don't care about my job or even like it then yay! Just buy me a puppy and we can officially be friends. Fabrose 1x1

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Had a great time hitting the carnival with @risingstarberry. @samiam snapped this whilst we were trying to snap our own, lacking our gorgeous faces but I kind of like it. 

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The First Meeting of Many || Fabrose F2F

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“Shit!” Opal yelped in alarm as their phone was knocked from their hand, immediately diving after it to keep the little device from being trampled underfoot. Opal’s phone was their lifeline- for one thing, it had been a gift from their mother, and for another thing it had all of their music and contacts, most important of them obviously being Marley and Millie Rose. God, their mother.. Opal had promised to call her tonight, they had to save their phone. The young person got on their hands and knees in an attempt to grab the elusive mobile device, irritating many of their fellow passengers as they glared down at Opal and demanded to know what they were doing on the subway car floor. Opal paid them no mind, crawling forward until at last, they spotted the familiar black phone case with its flame decal and reached forward to grab it just before an incoming pair of feet crushed it.

“Ooh thank lord,” Opal sighed to themself as they quickly scrambled up off of the floor, inspecting the device for cracks and thankfully finding none. They wiped a few smudges of dirt off of it before turning back to the person they’d bumped into. She was a blonde girl not much taller than themself, and Opal bit their lip when they saw she’d already turned away, possibly on purpose. Come to think of it, they probably should have apologized to her first and dove for their phone second. Either way, the poor girl was already soaking wet for some reason and probably having a bad day already without Opal’s help, so the least they could do was apologize later rather than never. “Listen, I’m so sorry about that, it was an accident,” they said to the girl, their voice raised to make sure they were heard as they put a hand on the girl’s shoulder and relinquished it just as quickly. “Are you okay?”

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Despite the other’s previous rudeness when knocking into Hope, the blonde found herself pitying the young adult as she watched them scrounge around on the floor in search of something that Hope could not see. As the subway gave another lerch, Hope saw a black covered phone dart down the aisle and came to the conclusion that it must be that which the younger was searching for. 

She wasn’t sure why she did it, maybe it was due to the awful day she herself was having or that they reminded her somewhat of her best friend Rachel, but Hope disregarded the other’s previous blunder in forgetting their manners and darted her foot out to catch the phone before it could go tumbling into the next group of passengers. Happy that it had come to a complete stop, Hope removed her foot and went back to gazing out of the tiny subway windows.

Shocked by both the apology and the physical contact - people on public transport were rarely this courteous, Hope turned to the other and nodded with a strained smile, doubting that the brunette would understand her sign language.

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What do you do if someone tries to grab you when you're dancing?

I take a step away from the idiot and stay out of the way as one of our bouncers deals with them. 

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What do you do if people think you're rude for not speaking?

Then I don’t bother with them. If someone is willing to judge who they think  I am on the fact that I don’t speak instead of actually getting to know me, then they are not worth knowing. I stopped caring what people thought of me regarding disorder a long time ago.And if they get me really angry I may sign a few rude gestures but they deserve it.

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What would be your dream pet?

A Dragon. Why are you asking? Am I getting a Dragon?!

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Two young people stand side by side by side in a subway car, two individuals who couldn’t be more different even as fate and an act as simple as one person bumping into the other throws them together. A wallet drops, curiosity blooms, and the rest is history.

Hope Fabray is a nonverbal young woman who feels most comfortable when she’s dancing onstage at her job as a stripper, and she hardly think she’s a match for the sarcastic cupcake decorator who returns her lost possession to her. But time after time, through one means or another, Opal Rose keeps winding up in her club, and both of them start to realize that there’s more to each other than they first thought.

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Headcanon 3

Hope is complete unable to keep anything alive for longer than a week. As a child she had several goldfish who sadly passed as Hope doted on them a little too much and fed them whenever she believed they looked 'sad' because food always cheered her up, why couldn't that work for fish?  Her apartment is now littered with dead plants that she had forgotten to water and now does not wish to let go of. 

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The First Meeting of Many || Fabrose F2F

"For the last time, Marls, no way!" Opal exclaimed with a smile as they shook their head, adjusting the ear bud in their ear and holding the phone closer to their lips when the din of the subway station threatened to drown out their voice, "There is no way in heaven or hell that I’m going to sit through an entire night of third-wheeling you and Jake. I know you’re dying for me to get to know him better, but if Unique’s out, so’m I." 

The brunette looked up as the subway arrived and they stepped up to join a car, standing near the doors when the doors opened. “Listen, I’ll be home in half an hour, okay? Have fun getting ready for your date,” Opal said as they hung up the phone. They were about to put it back in their pocket and unplug their headphones when the subway jerked unexpectedly, knocking the young adult back against the person behind them. 

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Hectic, that was the only way to describe Hope's day. First, she had been kept awake by someone's dog howling all night and so she had slept through her alarm, then some idiot decided to drive right through a puddle and soak her from head to toe. Pulling uncomfortably at her wet clothes, in an attempt to get the disgusting feeling away from her skin, Hope tapped her foot impatiently against the floor. She had already been running late to work and seeing as she would change there anyway, Hope had reasoned that there was no need to go back home and discard of her wet clothes - Still, this thought did nothing to soothe her nerves. 

Finally, the subway arrived and Hope hopped into the nearest car. The chatter of the other travellers eventually caused Hope's tension to unwind as her body realised she was on her way, she was not going to have to give up her spot to one of the others girl's. Not that any of them would feel comfortable doing that to Hope, all that worked at Sal's were like family. Well, except Stella. Hope's free hand, which was not clutched around a pole to keep her standing, balled into a fist as she imagined the other girl's smug little face as Hope ran in, clothes wet and dark circles beneath her ey-

Her thoughts were cut off with the sudden jolt of the subway, causing another body to knock into Hope's - Unbeknownst to both of them, this contact caused Hope's wallet to slip from her pocket and fall to the floor. Hearing no apology come from the anonymous individual who had knocked into her, Hope looked away from them, not in the mood to deal with their rudeness.

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Headcanon 2

Through her teenage years, Hope would almost always be seen with earbuds in her ears. Unknown to anyone else, they would never actually be hooked up to her music, they were just a way to avoid people trying to force her to talk. 

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Headcanon 1

Hope enjoys her job as a stripper primarily due to her love to dance but also because it is one plays where no one expects her/wishes her to speak and so she doesn't feel pressured to try. Stripping in the only time she can feel completely free and be herself. 

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