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Daisy Ridley | photographed Inez & Vinoodh for V magazine
She was a very old soul in a very young body.
Nick Gatfield, qtd on AMY: The Girl Behind the Name (via wnq-music)
i wanna get drunk and kiss a lot and not think for a while
"i can't be around you" for harper & andrew, and "pipe the fuck down, asshole" for zane & aly :)
i can’t be around you || anper
He came home three hours ago and found Harper sitting comfortably in his living room -- well, his parents living room. She does this all the time. It’s like she’s psychic or something. Harper seems to have a knack for appearing out of thin air every time he and Brianna get into a fight.
And honestly, it only infuriates Andrew because he doesn’t want to talk about how Brianna once again decided to leave him high and dry.
Even so, Andrew makes Harper wait three hours until he reappears to the living room, with a towel around his waist - because obviously he needed a long hot shower (listening to T-Swift, probs) to cool his nerves. Seventeen year old boy for the win.
“God, you’re still here,” he mumbles, walking past her and he even reaches out to cover her eyes, “Stop staring at my hot body.”
He hears Harper gag out loud, “Please, hot bod my ass,” she replies, as he’s half-way to the kitchen, but he knows she’s up and following him. “Thomas Jay body is way hotter than yours,” she informs him, “And he let me stare at him all day today.”
All Andrew does is roll his eyes as he opens the fridge, mumbling to himself mocking words about Harper.
By the time he turns around with the jug of milk in his hand, Harper is sitting at the counter table and he lets out a huff. “Making yourself at home, I see.”
“Always,” He watches as Harper even purposely snuggles into her seat. “So, you gonna tell me how she blew you off this time?”
Andrew doesn't answer right away, he just reaches for a bowl and then walks to the pantry for the cereal. He’s stubborn enough to even walk up to the counter besides her, fill his bowl with milk and honey nut cheerios. Andrew only opens his mouth to speak when his mouth is full of food, obviously meaning she’ll understand zero of the things he’s say.
“Ugh,” Harper let’s out, blowing air in his face, “I can’t be around you today. You’re so annoying.” She pushes her high chair back, “Don’t say I didn’t come by to check up on you.”
pipe the fuck down, asshole || zaly
Aly’s arms are tangled around Zane, her lips against his neck.
“Babe…” He mumbles, attempting to escape her grasp as gently as possible, “We’re back in our motel.” Zane is probably hoping his explanation will bring Aly to her senses but it’s of no use. She has a heavy dose of a magical mixture running through her veins.
“Greg?” She asks, lifting her head to get a better look of him, Aly’s hands slowly fall to his chest and she grips his shirt.
“No, it’s Zane,” he says, his voice low, warm, a l i v e.
Silence fills the room, “Aly, you shouldn’t have had that much…”
“I just wanted to see him,” she whimpers.
“I know,” he quickly says, letting out a sigh. His fingers reach her face and she feels him dry her eyes with his thumbs. “… But the lady said one would do it… You had five!”
Aly scoffs, Zane puts his hands over hers and there’s no energy, nothing that makes her blood run wild, no insane urge to kiss him… Like she had felt so many times with Greg. If Zane left her, she wouldn’t feel like something was ripped from her soul. The stillness of no energy erupting from Zane only seems to ground her, clear her thoughts and mind.
“I’m fine, Zane,” she says defensively.
“Sure,” he replies, lightly teasing her, “I guess I didn’t need to carry you back after all.” He pitches her nose playfully.
“No, I could have done it all by myself, thank you,” Aly says this only because she knows it’ll rile him up.
“On yeah? You couldn’t even walk, Aly.” His voice is seriously, but she feels herself smile. “I basically threw you over my shoulder and brought you back,” As Zane speaks, and with each syllable his voice gets a little louder. “To this crabby motel in the middle of nowhere just so that you can find some crazy old lady to give you weird magic juice to –”
“Ah, just pipe the fuck down, asshole,” Aly says with a light laugh, “Kiss me,” she adds, “We’ll drink that forgetting potion she gave us in the morning and forget all about this crazy stupid night tomorrow.”
we all have that friend that has no fucking idea how to whisper
five word prompts
[inspired by this]
“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
"can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
"just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
"really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
"zero fucks given. next please.”
when you hurt someone, you’re not allowed to judge the way they react
Exactly
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