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hands down, i'm too proud to love; but with eyes shut, it's you i'm thinking of.

[henryfck-blog]

dakotaiiisms:

“uh, yeah. happy to report they don’t look much better.” she laughed, taking the ice pack and gently pressing it to her face. she hadn’t expected to see anyone in her family, especially her step-siblings. “rookie mistake, i know. i’m just gonna try my best to use coverup for the rest of the week so our dads don’t notice.”

“good,” henry nodded. “i wouldn’t expect any less.” she leaned against the counter and raised an eyebrow. “i’ve got some pretty good concealer you can use. it’s made for coverin’ up tattoos and stuff,” she offered. “who started it?”

[henryfck-blog]

itskclten:

      with a curious quirk of his brow he approached the female with the needle, only realizing what it really was when he was right in front of her. “i really don’t know why i thought it would even be a good idea to walk toward someone with a sharp object.” kolten admitted with a shrug. “that’s cool though,” he said, giving a quick point to the tattoo she had been working on. “you did all that by yourself?”

henry eyed him suspiciously. “t’be honest, it’s a small ass needle. can’t do much damage,” she admitted with a shrug, clicking the gun off and wiping at the excess ink on her thigh. “by myself? ‘course i did. i work at the parlor down the street but the power’s been wonky today.”

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rafiiisms:

rafi was taking his daily route, a shortcut right through a back alley that lead out to his apartment complex when he spotted a girl who looked rather interesting. hearing the familiar buzz of a tattoo needle he smiled, walking up to her with a smirk. “you only look like a crackhead.” he joked, squatting down to get a better glance at her work. “calm down, i’m not here to bother you.” it took all the strength he had not to roll his eyes to the back of his head. “i’m an artist too.” he said referring to the tattoo gun. 

“that’s the plan,” henry nodded. “act like a crackhead t’scare all the creeps away.” she glanced up and raised an eyebrow, eyeing him carefully. “can’t blame me for bein’ cautious,” she mumbled, deciding he didn’t pose a threat before turing her attention back to her tattoo. “you are?” she asked when he mentioned being an artist. “what kind?”

[henryfck-blog]

henry knew she probably looked like some high-tech heroin addict, but the power had been out in her building for days and the half-finished tattoo on her thigh was driving her crazy. so she’d gathered up her things and found a working outlet for her gun—it just happened to be in the alley behind her building. she was so caught up in tattooing the last of the leaves on her thigh that she ignored the footsteps approaching her. but when they didn’t pass through the narrow alleyway, and instead stopped right in front of her, she paused to glance upwards. “i’m aware of how ridiculous this looks,” she mused, turning her attention back to her work. “an’ if you’re comin’ out to yell at me for stealin’ your electricity or somethin,’ don’t bother. i’ve got two more minutes an’ i’ll be outta’ here,” she shrugged. “and I don’t think pissin’ off a chick with a needle is really a good idea.”

[claydonovan]

“I don’t think you understand, it’s not that simple.” Clay looked off to the side, trying to avoid their gaze as much as possible. “When you grow up in the household I did being gay isn’t a good thing, it’s not something you want to be.”

[henryfck-blog]

“does anyone wanna’ be gay in a society where all y’get is shit for it?” henry shook her head. “‘course not.” she shrugged. “but it feels even more shitty t’hide it, i guess.”

[fvkdakota]

“would you stop touching it? it’s gonna get infected or something.” she moved her hair, using it to cover the bruise that was forming on her cheek. “i told you, it’s NOTHING.” she clenched her fists, angry at being questioned. “if you keep bothering me i’m going to give YOU a bruise.”

[henryfck-blog]

“that’s a real shiner y’got there, kid,” henry raised an eyebrow. “i’d hate to see the kid that pissed you off.” she wandered over to the freezer and slid an ice pack across the counter to her step-sister. “just don’t let ‘em near your face next time.”

[inthelane-blog]

Bradley sighed as he sat outside picking the grass from around his feet. Between school as his new hectic home life he felt like he could really use a break. He stopped picking the grass and looked up when he noticed a figure was blocking the sun from hitting him. “Um, can I help you?”

[henryfck-blog]

“aren’t y’cold out here, tiny?” henry raised an eyebrow at her brother, shaking her head before sitting on the curb beside him. “what’s up?”

[mnroegray]

“when is this snow going to fucking melt? i’ve got shit to do, and i don’t feel like freezing or slipping on ice and becoming a fucking meme.”

[henryfck-blog]

“s’called climate change. it’s gonna kill us an’ all the polar bears.”

[carterbelmonte]

“holy shit, there’s a fucking NAKED man standing on the corner of times square, in this FREEZING ass weather. i fucking kid you not  — tip jar and all.”

[henryfck-blog]

“y’gotta admire the dedication, t’be honest.”

[arianagrandesource]

[marikachu]

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