"cause darling i'm a nightmare;

-- dressed like a daydream." Nora Medlin. sixteen. Bitch is my middle name, apparently. But I prefer boss ass bitch. Honest to a fault. Mischievous girl. perpetually unimpressed & vanity is my favorite sin. I don't care, about anything. lost girl who belongs in neverland.

[doubledepresso]

[doona-baes]

01x05 | 03x01

[larmoyante]

The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.

Ayn Rand (via larmoyante)

[sexandmanhattan]

[cosmokramers-deactivated2018091]

[apennyparadise]

[margotrobbiedaily]

[emmy4keri]

[teen-wolf-archive]

[learning-2love-myself]

If you love her, remember that on the bad days.

(via phuckindope)

[dadfromthehood]

[gallagherista]

[flynnthemagician-blog]

Flynn had been thinking about Nora the whole day–but that wasn’t anything new. During fifth period, however, there was something new. He heard from a kid he played Magic: The Gathering with that she was asking about him. Nora. Queen Bee Nora. Asking about him. The news of this questioning was apparently supposed to make him uneasier than it did. Jasper, the kid he was playing cards with, told him to look less like he won the lottery and more like he just joined fight club. “First rule, Jasper.” Flynn chided. “Besides, any news is better than no news.”

The last period of the day came highly anticipated. Flynn had several things ready to say to her, should he get the chance. This time, he would not be so stricken. He’d be cool. Or at least, he could tell himself he would. Flynn swallowed, hard. His palms were sweating. The clock ticked by, thankfully at a nonmagical pace, but soon class was over. Nora came upon him like a strike of lightning, finger up against his chest.

The personal contact was so sudden and so unexpected that it took Flynn a few seconds to recover. He’d missed whatever she’d said. Fuck. He grimaced. “Sorry, could you repeat that?” His face flushed redder than his hair.

[norameddeling-blog]

“Are you serious? Are you fucking --” She couldn’t believe him, the audacity he had not to pay attention to her when she had actively sought him out and jabbed a goddamn finger in his chest. Huffing, she closed her eyes, taking a deep breathe and letting it out. Nora put a hand on her hip ( something her mother often did in times of stress ) and finally looked at the boy in front of her, Flynn.

“What the fuck happened the other day? What the fucking hell happened? With the clock? And don’t tell me nothing because I won’t believe that, in fact, if you tell me nothing happened, I will literally pull out your carrot topped head one strand of hair very slowly and painful. Flynn, tell me. What. Happened.”

Any answer and every answer, she had wondered for days, it had even kept her up for a few nights until she took some of her mother’s sleeping pills to sleep. The clock had moved at her own will, and she refused to believe she was going crazy. “What happened!” She yelled then, looking down, embarrassed by her freakout and the shrillness of her voice. Fuck. Nora ran a hand through her hair as if it would make for a smooth recovery, “because, you didn’t seem surprised. In fact, you seemed ... excited.”

[perfectoctavia]

[norameddeling-blog]

It had been reeling in her head since they talked -- and that fucker knew something. Who would do a trick like that? Especially such a well timed trick. Nora needed to talk to him, not only did she need to, she had to. Of course, she had asked around about him, but it didn't seem like enough. All she figured out were things she had already known. That he did magic and was a tad strange, his hair was more orange than a traffic cone and he apparently had been watching her for years now. After their last class of the day, the one where he had done the trick in the first place, she approached him an accusatory finger jabbed into his chest. "You better fucking explain to me about the other day, buddy, before I rip your hair from your ginger head."

[vronnielodges]

[flynnthemagician-blog]

Flynn laughed, “Okay, Tom Haverford.” He watched her leave, feeling a like little bubbles of euphoria were foaming in his chest. So it started bad, so what? It went ok. He knew she watched Parks & Rec, (she had great taste in TV, he could tell by the angry references she made either under her breath in class or loudly to someone in the hallway) but she didn’t know he watched it. And now she did. That was huge. They had a show in common that she knew about. He could talk to her about something. Flynn took out the candy from his pocket and whispered something to it, having it fly back to Nora and surreptitiously find its way into her bag. 

[norameddeling-blog]

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