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scriose:

before chris’ silence has had the chance to stretch on for an uncomfortable amount of time, he ducks off to one side of the car and catches an apple trying to roll its way to the street. that’s when he notices a pair of tiny, glittery shoes poorly hidden ( and tapping excitedly ) behind a tire.

         ‘ that’s this weekend, ’ he confirms. it reads like one fluid motion: bag stood up straight, apple tucked away, and chris, himself, rounding the vehicle to collect eva. ‘ — this is yours? ’

   ‘evie, you had me worried,’ he sighs. any adult would know from his tone that what he really wants to say is nowhere near that nice. oscar kicks him in the stomach and lets out a scream so loud that marcus considers offloading him onto chris, getting back into his car, and driving until the tank is empty -- but instead, he just sets his baby down, telling him to go inside with his sister.

        of course, the two of them don’t do it. they sit on the grass and start digging dirt. marcus glances at his car like running away is still a real possibility.

    ‘how do you do that?’ he asks of chris. ‘everything. all at once. how do you keep track?’

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for @statesfire.

   “thought you’d be sleeping.” 

a glance at the clock tells him that it’s far too late for anybody to be awake, anyway; and after what he assumes must have been an exhausting day with the kids, he’s surprised she didn’t fall asleep as early as they did. still, he’s grateful for the company. the worst thing about working late is coming in at some ungodly hour and feeling all alone in the world.

marcus nudges another chair out from under the kitchen table with his foot, a tired invitation for jo to come and sit with him, and sips at his drink. it’s water. (he wishes it wasn’t.)

      “feel like i haven’t seen you in days.” he always feels like that when work gets too much. “are you okay? how’re you doing?”

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for @bledhope.

“all of it-- just all of it together. my stuff and his. thanks.” he’d noticed the young man before him struggling to find his wallet, and honestly -- the things he’s buying can’t be worth more than ten dollars, so marcus doesn’t mind paying. he hands over a twenty and waits for his change.

   whether it’s a good deed or his own impatience, he isn’t sure. all he knows is that if he’d had to stand in that queue any longer with a screaming toddler, he’d’ve lost his mind.

    marcus turns to the boy and gives him a smile, weary. “sorry about my son,” he says, because even though he’s mostly desensitized to it by now, he knows oscar’s wailing is pretty awful right now. “needs changing.”

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for @caustis.

     marcus hates this. having to stand here, shaking hands, greeting people like this is some kind of party. he hates that people all give him the same smile, too -- that thin, tight-lipped thing that either says i’d rather be anywhere but here or i pity you.

    he looks over at the kids. oscar’s laughing in his grandmother’s arms -- doesn’t understand, too young to. in a way, he’s glad. he’d rather they didn’t remember their mother at all than only remember her funeral. 

   his attention still split, he mechanically holds out his hand without looking for the inevitable handshake and ‘sorry for your loss’. 

                ‘thanks for coming,’ he says in a monotone. ‘you meant the world to helen.’

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for @scriose.

      “that’s this weekend?”

chris has caught marc off-guard; oscar is wriggling and screaming to be put down, he’s lost eva, and there’s two bags of groceries spilling out onto the ground by the car, waiting to be taken inside. he loves his kids, really does, but they’re so much to handle. he doesn’t know how the wrights handle seven.

       “jane-- oscar, don’t -- mentioned it, but i... hang on.” he shields his eyes from the sun with his free hand so he can look up the street. no sign of eva. “you see which way she went?”

[melamemea]

the kindness of strangers.

something to toy around with for those sweet, sweet first interactions ! neat and awkward ice breakers all around!

public transport

“ Is it okay if i — sit here? ”

“ Excuse me? Could you scoot over?

“ Hey — do you need to sit? You can have my seat”

“ You shouldn’t be forced to stand, I’ll move over for you ”

“ Are you traveling far ?”

“ Where are you heading? ”

“ I love the sound of trains, don’t you? ”

“ Oh, sorry…. My name is _____ ”

“ I have only see the sea from a window… ”

“ I’m fetching a snack, would you like me to bring you anything? ”

“ That baby is really annoying, isn’t it? ”

“ I’ve been here for… two – three hours? A few more to go. ”

“ Nothing beats the bus, trust me. ”

“ Did we — pass — Oh fuck. ”

“ Hey? We are at a stop now — are you getting off? ”

“ Hah… yeah you — fell asleep. ”

coffee house

“ I think we — switched orders ”

“ I’ll pay for you — don’t worry, I’ve forgotten my wallet too. ”

“ I’ve had coffee here… would you recommend something? ”

“ Do you need help with your tray? ”

“ Wow, hold — let me clean the table for you! ”

“ Is your name always spelt like KittyKittyNya or is Starbucks out to get you?”

grocery store

“ Let me help you with that —”

“ Could you help me for a second? ”

“ Sorry, did you want this? ”

“ Pardon, could you show me where the ____ is? ”

“ Quite tragic isn’t it? I mean — The news… ”

“ Do you ever wonder if out vegetables truly are organic? ”

“ Is it just me or have the prices gone up lately? ”

“ Sorry but… you wouldn’t happen to know how to cook ____ ?”

“ No way… you like those too? ”

“ Oh no — No no no, I am so — so sorry!”

“ You took my cart my accident! ”

“ Wait — this isn’t my cart is it —- Oh my god, I am so sorry!”

the gym

“Woah there — are you going to lift that on your own?”

“Would you like some help with that?”

“Hey, my partner is out — could you be my support?”

“How long have you been working out?”

“Want to work out together? I could use some company.”

“You are doing it wrong — let me show you.”

“Shit — are you okay? That looked painful!”

“Wow, this is… really awkward, but could I borrow some soap?”

“Is this your bag? I found it last week?”

“Did I just — ? Oh shit, I thought it was my water bottle; sorry!”

stood up date

“Hey… are you okay?”

“What? They stood you up?”

“I can’t let you sit on your own; let me wait with you?”

“Wanna ditch this place and take a walk with me?”

“Would you like me to call you a cab? or call… someone?”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to — pity me.”

“Hey… are you — crying? What happened?”

“It’s fine, I’m… waiting for someone.”

“I’m still waiting — they are just… a little late!”

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    this is a Starter Call for the world’s Sweetest Doctor and Saddest Dad™ 

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atticdweller:

          ❝ i mean, i dunno. i don’t think everything good’s already happened, ‘cause shit changes all the time, y’know ? but i get what you’re saying, i think. like - shit might change but maybe this is it for us. maybe nothing more’s comin’ after this. ❞

   “exactly. and i hate the thought of existing when nothing else will happen. where’s the fun in it? the adventure?”

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Just finished crying

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Crying again

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                    we’re stronger. we’re more intelligent. of course you see us as a threat.

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for @atticdweller.

     "does it ever happen to you that you feel there's nothing more — nothing; that everything good has already happened? and it's not really boring, but sad?"

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Forbidden Love Sentence Starters

as requested by anon. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

“We can’t be together…”

“What would everyone say if they saw us together right now?”

“I have to go home, or my parents will ask questions…”

“I wish this wasn’t so hard.”

“Don’t freak out, but…I’m engaged to someone. But you’re the one I love!”

“Let’s go out in disguises.”

“I’m sick of having to throw rocks at your window every night.”

“I love you…but I can’t be seen with you.”

“No matter how hard we try, this will never work out for us!”

“Did you hear the rumors?”

“I know you want us to go out and hold hands, and kiss in front of everybody, but it’s more complicated than that.”

“Are you ashamed of me?”

“I don’t want you to get hurt more because of me. Let’s break up.”

“Run away with me.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this…I really, really shouldn’t be, but…I’m in love with you.”

“His/her/their hands were all over you! I can’t keep hiding like this!”

“No one understands us.”

“I might have told someone about us.”

“It’s a human thing…wanting what you can’t have.”

“I think the only reason you like me is because you’re not supposed to.”

“I know you’ll get in trouble for it, but…please stay with me tonight.”

“Flirting was bad enough, but now flowers and chocolates are just too far.”

“Someone found out about us.”

“I’ll tell them soon, I promise. But right now, you need to get in the closet.”

“Did I just hear a camera click?”

“Whenever you’re with him/her/them, I go crazy.”

“I’m supposed to get married tomorrow…”

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bondedbyfate:

@ownconvictions liked this for a starter.

              “ ——-ya’know, that’s PROBABLY not a good idea. ” hurley shrugs casually, eyes WATCHING the woman with a slight hint of CURIOSITY. he knows he shouldn’t get involved, but… nicolai kosat never really gave a damn to begin with. getting INVOLVED was just what he always managed to do. 

                              hurley x anna

       she doesn’t turn at first, just scrunches up her face as she listens. is it his business? “but what is it to you?” she asks, finally twisting. the cigarette is still lit in her hand -- she has no intention of putting it out, regardless of where they are. “am i offending you?”

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   this is a starter call for Malcolm Tucker, sweary and perpetually angry spin doctor for the UK government from bbc’s The Thick of It!! 

[scriose]

ownconvictions.

    well, this is serious enough for him to set his glass down. “sorry–” he’s not. “do i look approachable to you?”

his hopes weren’t high for a warm reception, but chris certainly wasn’t braced for that. ‘ a simple ‘no’ would’ve sufficed, fella. ’

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     “i don’t think you understand the magnitude of the situation.” he says it like he’s explaining it to a child. “if you, with your fucking... boyband hair and your fucking beard that makes your face look like a fucking kiwi fruit, have the balls to ask me to get your fucking bill, then any one of these washed-out, weeping alcoholics might do the same thing.”