SEMI-HIATUS UNTIL MAY 12TH

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Bb sis,,,I got ur nose!!

              ❝    OH   PLEASE,   merle.   i’m   not   FIVE   anymore.    ❞@drtywork 

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thinking about revamping laural?? or maybe just a completely new blog fresh for her 

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[ DARYL ];

NO RESPONSE UNTIL HE’S DRAGGED HER THROUGH THE GATE, at which point he releases her —- feels a pang of guilt upon seeing the red mark left behind, but he’s too frustrated to apologise for it right now. “Y’know what, Laurel ?? I’m groundin’ ya’. Ain’t no DAMN WAY yer’ goin’ outside again unless yer’ with me. Y’ wanna try an’ die, y’ find a way t’ do it inside.”

              ❦❧ SHE STUMBLES PAST THE gates but she looks at him. There’s a ping of anger that boils in her. Something that she’s had a harder trouble over was the control of her anger when she was more than pissed off. ❝ GROUNDING ME? You’re grounding me? What am I, twelve? Since when have you turned into my fucking father? ❞ Her wrist burns from how tightly he had held her. ❝ Great job turning into HIM by the way. Great fucking FATHER OF THE YEAR. Bullshit you actually give a shit about me. You’re JUST like him. ❞ When those words left her mouth, she regretted it MORE THAN ANYTHING. But she couldn’t take it back now. 

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What sucks is I didn’t want to do this but it looks like I have to. 

SEMI-HIATUS UNTIL MAY 12TH!! 

I have waaay too much work to do and it’s like, tumblr is a huge distraction. I will be active in answering IMs but replies to asks / drafts will not be as regular as they are now ( they weren’t at all regular but anyway ). If I have the time or I’m taking a break from studying bc you gotta do that to not make your brain melt, I may post a few things but other than that, I won’t be hella active. I have a smol queue going that’s posting one every day. Maybe I’ll feed it more later. 

But anyway, I apologize in advance <3 I love you all and I’ll be back before you know it. 

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      ❦❧ She wasn’t that drunk, only half the bottle had been consumed until she slipped passed the gates. She felt confined, trapped. Maybe going out with alcohol in her system probably isn’t the best idea but, she isn’t in the right place as of now. ❝ Let go! ❞ She feels like a child but, with everything that felt built up, she finds it harder to keep her emotions in check. 

@wasnothin | cont. 

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im sorry for disappearing but ill attempt to be on this weekend bc i miss my girl <3 

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❝ I want you to stay. I didn't say anything last time. But I was a mess. But you walked out and I didn't stop you. Guess what? I am this time. ❞  

                                                                                                                      ❝ Okay. I’ll stay. ❞

a laurel dixon & jacoby rawlings aesthetic  @beaniesandmachetes  temp. 

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[ jake ];

     ALL  HE  CAN  HOPE  FOR  is  that  no  one  recognized  them. Not  that  Jake  was  able  to  identify  any  of  them. “I  hope  not.” Feet  stop  when  he  realizes  that  she  is  coming  toward  him.  For  the  most  part  Jacoby  doesn’t  like  to  be  touched,  especially  if  he  doesn’t  see  it  coming.  Yet  he  still  lets  her  patch  him  up quickly.  A  hiss  leaves  his  lips  when  she  wraps  the  shirt  tightly  around  his arm,  but  it  will  work  for  now. “Thanks,”  is  all  he  says  for  the  moment  and  continues  to  walk. His  frustration  keeps  him  quiet,  even  more  so  than  usual, but  the  pain  isn’t  helping  anything. 

     ❦❧ Maybe it’s good they’re quiet until they reach Hilltop. Laurel isn’t much of the talker when it comes to recently fighting for her life. But, as they walk through the gates of their home, she can’t help herself to look back at him. A familiar feeling arises. ❝ Make sure you get that looked at. ❞ She says, nodding at him. ❝ And uh––thanks. For having my back today. ❞

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[ jake ];

      WHETHER  SHE  MEANS  TO  OR  NOT,  Jake  can  see  the  shock  in her  body  language.  She  had  realized  that  he  would  ask  her  to stay, but throwing  her  out  when  she  literally  has  no  place  to  isn’t  very  toward  of him.  There  is  no  way  he  could  leave  her  on  the  streets  and  be  okay  with  himself.  The  cop  in  him  won’t  allow  it  and  neither  will  his  conscience.   But  it’s  the  least  he  can  do  for  someone  in  need  and  from as  far  as  he  can  tell, Laurel  needs  some  better  guidance. He’s  not  the  best  poster  boy for  mental  health  but  he  likes  to  think  he’s  overcome  a  lot. 

“Yeah.  There’s  bunch  of  junk  in there.  Some  heavy… and  some  not.”  He  sips  his  coffee  for  a  moment  as  nonchalant   as  it  appears.  It’s  no  big  deal  in  asking  her  to  stay  because  the  room  hasn’t  been  used  anyway.  He  takes  another  bite  of  bacon  and  shrugs.. ‘So  what  do  ya  say?  You  wanna  stay  here  with  me  for  awhile?” 

        ❦❧ She’s considering it, staying in a place that’s warm other than the streets or some random guy’s bed she met. She’d definitely sleep better, considering how tired she is. Last night was probably the longest she’s ever slept peacefully without some guy’s boner poking at her at six in the morning. Sometimes, she’d wake up hating herself even more than the day before and she’d be gone out of that house within the hour of waking up. But, how long would she stay for? Until she’s ready to go back to her brothers, until they find her? Until they run into each other at the store and she’s left at a crossroads; choosing between a quiet life and a stressful one. 

Yet, his offer didn’t seem sketchy. It feels genuine, almost as if he could get used to waking up to the smell of bacon and hot coffee every morning. She looks down at her drink, the steam swirling into her nostrils and sliding against her skin. It’s darkness spun in front of her but she didn’t stare at it for too long. She places it on the counter, turning off the burner and looking at him. ❝ This seems sketchy. ❞ It doesn’t. ❝ What’s the catch? ❞

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Catching feelings is bullshit. I’m just eating french fries why i gotta think about kissing you? Fuck you

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[ jake ];

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       ❦❧ She feels his hands but she doesn’t think much of it as she kissing him, allowing that sense of hunger to fuel both him and her. She’s loving every minute of it. The animal inside him has broken and she can’t remember the last time she was excited for someone so closed up to open when the curtains were drawn closed. She’s soaking in his touch, the way his hand slips down into her underwear makes her shiver. Hands reach to get lost in his hair as she feels him rub against her. 

And she gasps into the kiss, breathing sharply as he touches her with such firmness that it makes her twitch underneath him. She nearly had gotten accustomed to his rubs before she feels his finger enter her. She’s wet, so easy for him to slide right in without tension. A groan leaves her when he stops but her hands are still gripping his hair. Does she really have to say it? ❝ I want you to fuck me. ❞ She growls, trying to urge him to keep going. It felt so good but, she knows this isn’t the main course. It’s only a matter of time before neither were wearing any clothes and that sense of closeness takes over the two of them. ❝ Now. ❞

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              With open hearts, despite the stakes We take a chance on our mistakes               A brand new day, we will embrace An open wound that heals with grace               And all the fears that we will face In this time, and in this place              When you can say, and I can say We loved with every step we take,                                                           I’ll be okay

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[ jake ];

HAVING  MEALS  COOKED  FOR  HIM isn’t  something  he  is  used  to.  His  past girlfriend  didn’t  really  cook.  Jake  cooked  more  than  she  did  and  its  not  like  his  mom  was  cooking  him  any  meals. The smell  is  amazing  though and  once  he  gets  the  coffee situated  he  instantly  takes  a  piece  of  bacon  from  the  plate  next  to  the  stove  with  a  smile.  

 “Listen, today  I  plan  on  cleaning  out  my  extra  room  and  taking  it  to  a  storage  shed  like I’m been  meaning  to.  Just me, by  myself,  I had  no  real  reason  to  do  anything  with  it.  And  that  room  can  be  yours  until…. well  when  it  doesn’t  need  to  be.” Without  saying  another  word,  Jacoby  pulls  a  cup  from  cabinet  and  pours  the  coffee  at  her  request.  Standing  here  in  the  morning  with  someone  to  talk  to  is  quite  odd  these  days,   but  he  could  get  used  to  it.

        ❦❧ She’s surprised when he speaks, offering her a place to stay for the time being. To allow her to get back on her feet. And she almost drops the spatula in her hand. Is he serious? Is he really offering her a place to stay? A room that actually provided with a sense of privacy? She’s hesitant to look at him but he’s preoccupied with her request. She didn’t have much; just a backpack with her change of clothes in it that needed to be cleaned. 

He puts the coffee beside her as she turns off the stove top. And she wants to respond, she wants to stay here; with him. But she looks at him as her hands curl around the handle of the mug. It’s warm and the sensation fills her. ❝ Do you... uh, need help? ❞ She asks, taking a sip of the bitterness. That’s how she liked her coffee, black and bitter. 

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[ jake ];

CURTAINS  DO  A POOR  JOB  OF  keeping  out  the  light  as  eyes  flutter  open  to  the rudeness  of  the morning  sun.  Next  day  off  he  needs  to  invest  in  black  out  curtains.  Those  would  be  handy  for  those  night  shifts  and  when  he  has  to  sleep for  most  of  the next  day  to recuperate. Just  as  he  goes  to  sit up,  stretch,  and  run  hands  through  messy  hair  the  smell  of  bacon  wafts  through  his  nose.  

Suddenly  he’s  starving  and  nearly  forgets  to  put  a shirt  on  before  heading  out  the  bedroom  door, but  he  stops  just  short  to  grab one.  That  would  lead  to  too  many  questions and that isn’t what  he  wants  this  early. “Morning,”  he  says  as  he  emerges while  heading  straight  for  the  coffee  pot. “I guess  I  slept  in  a  little.  My  schedule  this  week  has  been  crazy with a  few  nights  and  a  few  days.  You  sleep  well?”  

       ❦❧ She’s glad she knows how to cook, thanks to her older brothers for drilling that into her brain. A smile as she watches him; messy hair and all pining straight for the coffee. A thought occurs, this might’ve been the first time she slept in a guy’s apartment without having to have sex first. It feels almost refreshing. She flips a pancake with the spatula. The couch itself wasn’t too bad, with a couple of uncomfortable positions here and there. 

A shrug. ❝ Better than most beds I’ve slept on. ❞ She says, pushing her hair from her face as she watches the pan. It’s a sudden feeling and it hits her like a ton of bricks. The feeling of being normal, being in a normal home, with a normal... partner? ❝ Could you pour me a cup? ❞ She asks, taking the pancake off the pan and putting it on the rest of the stacks. She should probably ignore it; that sense of normalcy within her just standing in the kitchen cooking. Besides, a guy like Jake could never settle for a girl like her. 

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         ❦❧ The smell of BACON and PANCAKES fills the kitchen as she walks around in an oversized button down shirt. He lent it to her as pajamas for the night as she offered to take the couch, unknowing how much it was going to press into her back. But, nevertheless, the pot of coffee is filled by the time he walks into the kitchen. ❝ Mornin’. ❞ She says, looking over to him. ❝ Slept in or is this the usual time an officer wakes up. ❞

@beaniesandmachetes | BC I NEED CUTE THINGS 

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[ charlotte ];

@lcstdixon liked for charlotte

          ❛ doesn’t hurt to be positive. ❜  teasing words are spoken around the warm mug of coffee.  a daily routine it seemed, the woman would bring her a coffee and chat before the kids filed in for classes.  she wasn’t exactly a qualified teacher, but she knew quite a bit from attending university.  studying marine biology mostly, but it gave her a knowledge of sciences for sure.  and things like literature and math just came naturally.  the governor wanted to maintain some form of normality in this community which she respected, even if she didn’t respect much else about him.

      ❦❧ A scoff at her comment. Laurel isn’t ever the positive one. ❝ It does hurt. It physically pains me to be positive. ❞ She says, almost jokingly though. She enjoys having the usual morning coffee with Charlotte, even if she won’t admit it. The warmth of the hot drink to slowly wake up her tired body from recently laying in bed. Sleep came harder than usual so, she was early today. 

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&. JEALOUSY STARTERS.

— ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ;

“i’m not stupid. who was s/he?”

“they keep looking at you…”

“i’m not jealous. fuck off.”

“why don’t you ask him/her instead?”

“i can see that s/he is into you.”

“stop flirting with him/her.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“i’m literally right here, babe.”

“you smile like that because you know you’ll get attention.”

“i didn’t come here to watch you flirt with other people.”

“what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“so i’m not allowed to be upset that s/he were hanging all over you?”

“it’s not funny.”

“i don’t fucking care. you’re supposed to be mine.”

“tell them to stop touching you.”

“i saw the way you looked at him/her.”

“well when you say it like that, it does sound crazy.”

“i have nothing to be jealous of.”

“you were staring at his/her ass.”

— ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛ - ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ;

“do you not trust me?”

“i’m not flirting with anyone.”

“don’t do this here. you’re making a scene.”

“baby, look at me.”

“i didn’t even notice s/he was there!”

“you’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

“s/he’s just a friend.”

“you’re so cute.”

“no one is flirting with anyone.”

“you’re overreacting.”

“please tell me that you’re not serious.”

“you’re not even making any sense.”

“i’m yours. you know i’m yours.”

“what? i wasn’t looking anywhere!”

“that’s just the way i talk, actually.”

“i only have eyes for you.”

“be logical for once, oh my god.”

“you know i’m not doing it on purpose.”

“you’re adorable when you’re jealous.”