●.°:･● BORDERLINES & ALIENS.

❝⎯⎯not the FLAWLESS one, i've never been. but i have my moments, i have my moments. i can get a little drunk, i get into all the don'ts. but on good days, i am CHARMING as fuck. ❞

[gracecardinal-archived-blog]

the mighty fall ➩ zigrace

Zig: "Whoa, I didn't say all of that," he interjected quickly. "Trouble and the Zigster go hand in hand, Grace, it's just who I am. I just plan on keeping the trouble to a PG-13 level from here on out." It was unrealistic for Zig to claim that he could stay out of trouble altogether. High school wasn't over, and he had hardly matured enough to make that statement. He knew that he would spend many more school days in Simpson's office, but that was a better alternative than spending his days in a coffin or a jail cell, which was his inevitable home if he continued this cycle. Her movements were so sudden and new to him he had little time to react before she embraced him. After the few seconds it took to process what she was doing, he eased slightly, returning the hug. It was a strange and rare moment for them, but it was just what he needed. "Really? Thanks," he responded, his tone equally soft as she squeezed his neck. As terrified as he was, knowing he made her proud made it seem worth while now. "I'm scared," he added with a small laugh before sighing to himself. Pulling his shoulders back up, he squinted. "You're not going to like, kiss me or anything? Right?" The male winced as soon as she spoke, fully expecting the punch that was undoubtedly coming.

Grace: "As long as it doesn't involve you being in danger with no way of getting help from it? Yeah, I'll take that over anything," she said, shaking her head. As he began to hug her back, she closed her eyes briefly and let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding in. Pulling away now, she tilted her head and smirked. "Is that what you're waiting for? I knew it," she snickered, nudging his shoulder lightly before thinking about what he had said previously. "You're scared? Well, I don't know. I think that's normal. But... I think it's better to be scared of this than to be scared of having to run for your life and constantly keep looking over your shoulders," she reminded him, shrugging her shoulders as she continued to walk towards the police station. "You're making the right decision here. You've just go to keep remembering that, but I'm guessing this is something you've thought about for a long time."

[sadsocietypress]

[michellerps]

suddenly, everything was different…

[jellomarshmallow]

You’ve become so damaged that when someone tries to give you what you deserve, you have no fucking idea how to respond.

(via unspoken——words)

[gracecardinal-archived-blog]

the mighty fall ➩ zigrace

Zig: scoffed at Grace's quip, rolling his eyes. "Me and Tiny aren't the problems here. Ever stop and think maybe it's /you/ that's just a little too sensitive?" he countered, raising an eyebrow before his expression eased. "Fair enough. Just don't make me a witness to anything. After today, I plan on staying as far away from the cops as possible." The soon-to-be junior sucked in a breath of fresh air, hoping it could stop his head from spinning as they neared their destination. He knew what he needed to do, and he was completely confident in his choice for the first time in almost a year, but that didn't stop him from feeling slightly terrified. As he pondered his nerves, he realized how ridiculous it was for him to be fearful of coming clean when he had literally been shot before -- not to mention his mini vacation with Vince's drones on guard. When the inevitable question came, he took another, longer breath and slowed his pace until he had stopped walking altogether. Standing still on his spot just before the crosswalk, he shifted his gaze, looking anywhere but Grace's face. He hoped she would be supportive and happy for him, but considering everything he had put his loved ones through, he couldn't expect anyone to follow him blindly anymore. "I'm ending it, Grace. I'm turning him in. And I guess that means I'm turning me in, too."

Grace: "Me? Sensitive?" she asked, holding her hand over her heart and quickly shaking her head. "Not a chance. But you're welcome for sparing you anyway," she joked. Her expression turned into one of relief as he said it would be over today, her eyebrow quirking in hopes that this really would be the end. "You, staying out of trouble? That'd be great to see, you know. And it'd cause me a lot less stress too." She was always worrying about him, even if he gave her plenty of reason not to. She hadn't realized he stopped walking until she was a few steps ahead, and she slowly turned to look at him to listen to what he said. And those were the words she had been waiting for for months, but it felt so surreal. She had no response, only standing there staring at him blankly. It wasn't something she would normally do, but it felt like the only right thing to do in this very moment. Without anymore hesitation, she took a step towards him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a rare hug. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding as she let the realization wash over her. "I'm proud of you," she said lightly, knowing it wasn't something he heard often -- but it needed to be said right now.

[gracecardinal-archived-blog]

📩 GC

zig: that was a past sandwich. this sandwich is still fresh.

zig: ok, even if people try to come after us and kill us???

zig: jk

zig: maybe, idk really.

grace: not anymore 💅

grace: um ?

[gracecardinal-archived-blog]

the mighty fall ➩ zigrace

Zig: waited at the end of Grace's driveway, more or less patiently, rather than risk going to the front door and face off with someone from her foster family. They weren't the worst people in the world, but they made no mention of liking Zig at any point during his friendship with the girl. He was half a mind to turn and walk back down the sidewalk in the direction he came, feeling more than a little nauseous at the idea of what awaited them. When Grace emerged, he felt his stomach drop; seeing her was a signal of his situation's reality. His fingers brushed the fabric inside his pockets, feeling the loose strings from years of wear and tear on the same pair of jeans he always defaulted back to. He straightened up and tried to look less nervous than he felt. "You look... police worthy," he noted with a smirk. "You sure you don't have a warrant out or something? Maybe I'll get some reward money for bringing you in." He snorted at his own bad sense of humor, beginning the walk towards the police station without mentioning a word about their real mission in going to talk to the cops that day.

Grace: didn't know what this was all about. Trust with Zig was a wobbly road this year, but it had been getting better, and she was starting to see signs of things improving. She wanted to believe that things were getting better for him, but there was only so much optimism she could have, especially for Zig's situation. But the police station? This time, she was actually getting some kind of positive vibe from it all --- and she really did hope this was him taking her advice from nearly a year ago. Running down the steps as he reached the door, she quickly opened the door and smiled back at him. "If I'm about to witness something drastic, I gotta look my best, right?" she teased, tilting her head and thinking for a moment. "Let's see, you and Tiny are still alive, so... no, no warrant for me. Give it to the end of the summer, though. These summer school kids aren't my favorite people," she joked. As they made their way there, she tried to let the silence take over, but she was curious as ever and impatient. "Are you going to tell me what this is really about, or is this another Zig Novak surprise?"

[gracecardinal-archived-blog]

📩 GC

zig: YOU ate part of my sandwich? do you know how long i interrogated tiny about that bite out of my sandwich???

zig: whatever. this isn't about the sandwich, no matter how screwed up that is

zig: i need to do something there.

grace: okay but REASONABLY SO. has tiny not taken your sandwich before?

grace: fine. you know i'm always in.

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[gracecardinal-archived-blog]

text ︎✉️ → grace

Cam: I need to do something and I could really use your help.

Grace: of course, what's up?

[gracecardinal-archived-blog]

📩 GC

zig: be serious

zig: why would i surprise you? you're the worst person to surprise bc you either hate everything or think you're too cool for it.

zig: anyway, we're going to the police station. don't freak out.

grace: i'm always serious.

grace: i don't think, i am.

grace: um? can you maybe give me a warning? or a little spoiler? or something?

grace: is this because i took a bite of your sandwich at lunch the other day?

[gracecardinal-archived-blog]

📩 GC

zig: i need a favor.

zig: and the favor sorta involves us going somewhere important, so clear your empty schedule

grace: you don't know that my schedule is empty...

grace: okay, fine, done.

grace: gonna tell me where, or is this another one of your surprises?

[kwikemart]

“hey wanna come over and get drunk or someth-”

me:

[unworthyofgold]

Seems I really lucked out. Getting a job at a record store wasn’t what I anticipated, but I can’t complain at all. The employee discounts are pretty sick and I get to sort through vintage albums for a majority of my hours.

[gracecardinal-archived-blog]

Does that discount go for your friends too?

[gracecardinal-archived-blog]

text: open

tori: it's just yoga. is it too much activity for you?

grace: it's not the yoga i don't care for, though it's not really on my priority. it's you.

[gracecardinal-archived-blog]

text: open

tori: summer is here which means outside training.

tori: are you up to join me?

grace: join you? no thanks.

[tinybcll-blog]

Too lazy to cook. Actually, it’s kinda both. Sounds like that’d be right up your alley, sounds like somebody’s not very open to making new friends I see. Yeah yeah, sure. I’m getting paid for this right?

[gracecardinal-archived-blog]

Hey, I told you I’d offer up my cooking if you’re ever in need.  What’s the point in making new friends? I’ve already got everyone I need. I’m set. No, you’re doing this from the kindness of your heart. 

[detmeter]

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