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Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead

#( * & there is something alien in your skull -- this body is not your own. )#( * you do not feel. say it with me. )#( * queued. )#o u c h.

dementedbeautyqueens

I hate when people say "survivor".

Because "Survivor" means that you made it out

And I dont think all of me did.

#( * a stain on the soul. )#( * you do not feel. say it with me. )#( * queued. )#sighs.#i'm just so here for post-kanima jackson he makes my chest hurt.

---- ( bubbly. )

her days are exceptionally ordinary, so color her less than amused as she tightens the apron around her waist and reluctantly gets started with her shift. there is a fake smile flashed here and there as she makes her way around the diner, occasionally stopping to pour coffee into cups and exchange ’ hello’s ' with her regulars.

she’s far too used to the opening and shutting of the door. her ears tuned to the conversations around her, and as the man slides into the booth next to her; she sighs. can you blame her? it’s seven in the morning and she’d rather be drinking hot chocolate than serving it.

❛ morning, stranger. 'm dex, and i'll be your server today !! —— c o f f e e? ❜

& she's cheery, a wash of blonde & gold & shades of pink, like the dawn after a long night. too bubbly, he thinks, wrinkling his nose slightly. far too bubbly, especially this early in the morning. his gaze flicks to the glass jug of coffee clasped in her delicate hands, brows cocking, before a nod is given. he has to physically stop himself from allowing the 'the hell kind of a name is dex?' past his lips, if only because it'll get him a spit in his waffles for the effort.

he runs a quick eye over her features again-- she's hot, admittedly, despite the brightness of her exterior. still, the morning has run its haggard fingers along his face & though at another time he may hedge his way at flirting, exhaustion has taken hold of him in its quiet, poisonous way. instead, he will voice,

❛ -- yeah. thanks, dex. ❜

the gratitude is tugged from lips ages-old.

#◤ ﹠ ♛ ❛ ʳᵃᵛᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ #( * para. )#dexsation #( * dexsation1. )#s AME FRICK.

---- ( high & mighty. )

’ —- if you leave your dirty underwear in the washer one more time, i’m going to BURN it. ’

------------ ░ ▋ [ ♚ ]

❛ i wouldn't. shit's expensive-- probably cost more than your car. ❜

#au where jackson & jo don't kill each other.#........ no but jackson & jo as stepsiblings bitching each other out all the time i'm snort.#is there such a thing as expensive male underwear i feel like there is.#like d&g etc idk.#( * script. )#( * undetermined. )#( * axeality1. )#axeality

---- ( dick. )

❝ Oh no, I scratched your car—!! Silly me. ❞

------------ ░ ▋ [ ♚ ]

distaste flares within rolling jewelled eyes, lips pursing, teeth gritting, before he growls,

❛ you did what? ❜

#ew it's andre.#( * script. )#magnomalolupo #( * magnomalolupo1. )#◤ ﹠ ♛ ❛ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ᵇᵒʸ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᶰᵒ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ⋅

---- ( bootycall. )

her rag-tag bones stay solid, eyebrow quirked in subtle ( amusement ) breaths INTERMINGLE on a closed quarter; & her gaze flickers down. ’ — oh, yeah? prove it, then. ’

—————— ░ ▋ [ ♚ ]

❛ fine. ❜

his grin allows white teeth to flash, sunlight on sea foam, & perhaps it could be threatening were he any other, but the curl of lip he allows before mouth finds mouth with the INDELICACY he has made his trade negates any possibility. ---------- ( mostly. )

#( * script. )#( * decliviity1. )#decliviity #◤ ﹠ ♛ ❛ ʸᵒᵘ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ #ily a lot.#this is lame but i still ly a lot.

magnomalolupo replied to your post: seriously, i need to get some more pl...

no

i hope your hangover kills u

#magnomalolupo #( * lizardless. )#andre is a lil bitch 2k14

seriously, i need to get some more plots going. so like this & i'll stumble into your inbox & we can talk over a thing/i'll go through your wishlist

#( * lizardless. )#mutuals only.

#

send me '#' for cell phone headcanons about our muses.

-- YOUR MUSE'S NAME IN MINE'S PHONE.

raven -- call only if desperate.

-- YOUR MUSE'S PICTURE IN MINE'S PHONE.

-- YOUR MUSE'S RINGTONE IN MINE'S PHONE.

the chorus of anaconda -- on repeat.

-- MY MUSE'S LAST TEXT TO YOUR MUSE.

[ sms; raven -- call only if desperate. | 21/11/14 02:17 ]: i 've had a lot of tequil a. mo ve your ass over here before i leave your ass beh ind

#let's say they were drunk & he snapped a picture as blackmail y/y.#making it hc that jackson & raven are always drunk calling each other & taking the piss out of each other the next morning bye.#( * cell phone headcanons. )#( * ic. )#decliviity

---- ( bootycall. )

it’s casual, pointed glances ever downcast ; the subtlety reciprocated & EXPOSED. ‘ ——— i'll let you decide. just this o n c e. ‘

—————— ░ ▋ [ ♚ ]

a brow is cocked, body shifting forward with some pretense of interest as words tumble, half-amused, from silken lips.

❛ just this once? c'mon, we both know i have the better ideas. ❜

#this is like my favourite icon ur gonna be seeing it a lot.#sn orts they already are becoming important bye fuck u.#( * script. )#( * decliviity1. )#decliviity #◤ ﹠ ♛ ❛ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ᵇᵒʸ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᶰᵒ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ⋅

connectivitty-blog

cell phone headcanons

indiifference-blog

send me ”#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including: - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone - my muse’s last text to your muse

#( * queued. )#( * meme. )

;; bootycall.

' i like you more when you don’t talk. '

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& perhaps the slightest of smirks will pull at his lips -- he won't make an effort to hide it.

❛ so---- what would you rather me be doing? ❜

#( * script. )#decliviity #( * decliviity1. )#◤ ﹠ ♛ ❛ ʸᵒᵘ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ #is this gonna be yet another ship we cry over bc i think so.

when he meets her, he's changed his name eleven times. ( that's probably not a good thing. ) he's been jackson, jackson whittemore for what feels like only minutes, but a quick calculation will find it closer to four years. not the longest time he's been attached to a name, but long enough to stifle the 'jamie, jamie miller' clawing its way up his throat. he's missed the cool winter new york air -- the last three years have been sent in california & he was never built for the muggy heat of the place ( even if the girls in bikinis were hot. ) still, the frost of a city that had once been his home perhaps jolts some kind of nostalgia from his aged heart, though he will try & pretend he does not have one. he walks the familiar roads & sidewalks to a place he hasn't visited since his last stay here twelve years ago, feet finding the path with ease borne from practice & rehearsal.

perhaps, were he anyone else, he'd spend the walk mulling over his angsty backstory like some broody protagonist in a crappy teen romance movie, but instead he allows his hues to soak in the changes made to the place he had once known so well. a new building here & there, a newspaper stand-- a diner he's pretty sure wasn't there last time. ( it's been a long time, after all, & even if he doesn't age, his memory isn't nearly as good as he'd like it to be. the thought worms a scowl onto his face. ) he slips inside with relative ease, hands tucked into his pockets to protect them from the cold, before glancing around, coughing once, & sitting down.

#this is trash i'm trash.#i'm sry ily.#( * para. )#???#or is it semi??#frowny face.#dexsation #( * dexsation1. )#◤ ﹠ ♛ ❛ ʳᵃᵛᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ

;; pretend wolf.

the hesitancy was necessary ; despite the acceptance of the invitation , she couldn’t help but f e a r that since there was no thick blood line between them —— because they’re not anything but friends ( & with the bits of viewing from others , thanksgiving was meant to be spent with relatives ) , there’d be no place [ or r o o m ] meant for her , causing the teenager to go into a frenzy. spending this kind of holiday alone wouldn’t have changed the feeling she felt —- the feeling of guilt for the loss of her family & the neglection from her biological father , so maybe spending time with jackson wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

❛ ——— boot ? to use your shoe & boot me out wouldn’t be a nice thing , couldn’t you just .. shove me out ? ❜

excuse what she’s said , malia tends to take certain statements seriously .. & out of context.

❛ i don’t —- think i’ve eaten a turkey. in history , i thought it was a state , but i know it’s also a bird. just , i’m still getting used to the human form ! why must things be difficult ?❜

—————— ░ ▋ [ ♚ ]

a long look is given, brows knotting together as he narrows cerulean hues, tongue pushing at the corner of his mouth with some kind of thoughtful disbelief, before he scoffs & rolls his eyes. his arms fold across his chest as he shoots back with no small amount of impatience & the dash of mocking that he has made his trademark in recent times,

❛ boot, shove, whatever. ❜

next he cocks an eyebrow, evaluating what she's said absently, then remarks with eyes closed as though to garner patience, ( though his tone is scathing )

❛ okay-- one; not a state. at all. two; my mom's sucks, so don't get too excited. three; it's not that difficult. it's turkey, not math. ❜

#just so here for malia & jackson constantly bitching & sniping at each other but being hella close anyway damn.#( * script. )#( * ferocxous1. )#ferocxous #◤ ﹠ ♛ ❛ ᵃ ᶜʰᶦᶫᶫ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᶦʳ⋅

;; pretend wolf.

ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋsɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ﹗ ; ᴍᴀʟɪᴀ ﹠ ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ.

❛ ——- are you sure i’m allowed to spend thanksgiving with you ? ❜

& she’s tapping her finger nails lightly against the counter top , fumbling with her words to avoid a pull between the two , [ s h y l y ] fixing her attention upon the tall male. needless to say , it’s her first thanksgiving in years —— to cause a commotion would be embarrassing on her part.

❛ i’m not .. familiar with any of these meals. i’m not sure if that’s chicken or deer. ❜

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the hesitancy with which she speaks tugs a brow high upon his unlined forehead, amusement warring with the vague sense of annoyance she always provokes within his eyes. his hand, clasping a warm plate of turkey his mom had sent him through with -- cooked by her, of course, because jackson whittemore can't cook for shit & this cannot be forgotten -- loosens slightly to set it on the table as he allows words to slip out with no small amount of irritation,

❛ stop asking before i boot your ass out. & you're the only [ decent ] company here. ❜

he turns his back to the table, leaning against the side & snorting with some kind of fondly derisive amusement upon hearing the her.

❛ it's turkey, malia. what the pilgrims ate? ❜

#pulls u back & heart eyes @ u.#is it what the pilgrims ate idk i'm british.#this got kinda long ://#sry i suck.#( * script. )#ferocxous #( * ferocxous1. )#◤ ﹠ ♛ ❛ ᵃ ᶜʰᶦᶫᶫ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᶦʳ⋅

;; coyote ugly.

expression remains devoid of any expression as the coyote glares at the curt individual. malia analyzing him and his contradictory facial features. the only conclusion she reached was that it was easier to understand a snarling cougar than people. ” i know i care. scott cares. from what i’ve heard, more people care about what he thinks than they care about you. “

—————— ░ ▋ [ ♚ ]

there is no reaction to these facts, spoken by a voice tinged with frost, besides a rolling of his eyes. perhaps they care, but he does not.

❛ yeah, sure. ❜

& perhaps it is spoken more to RILE her up than out of true belief-- he is no fool, jackson whittemore, & he's perfectly aware that their little brady bunch couldn't care less about what he thinks. which is a shame, since he could doubtlessly form more coherent thoughts than most of them combined.

#( * script. )#( * wiintercoat1. )#wiintercoat #sn orts tbh.#yeaaah but is anyone really ruder than jackson like.#c'mon i love him but he's a /dick/.#◤ ﹠ ♛ ❛ ᵃ ᶜʰᶦᶫᶫ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᶦʳ⋅

hcllucination

give me a yeah, you’re dating my best friend but i fuck you better thread

and a my parents hate you so im going to sneak you in at night for quiet sexy time thread

or a wow sexual tension is totally there but were both chicken shit thread

also give me a you’re really innocent and i find that hot as fuck so let me taint you thread

#yeah but the top one tho.#also-- no all of them literally.#( * wishlist. )#( * queued. )

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