High Hopes

All that shimmers in this world Is sure to fade A~w~a~y

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thedragonfly-kennedy:

“Hey there boy, who do you belong to?” Kennedy questioned with a bright smile, her hands instantly going to scratch behind the dogs ears. When he started to bark, she quickly and playfully started to bark along with him. She’d been too wrapped up in the precious animal, she didn’t notice the person coming up behind her. When the dog sat down and started to bark at the figure, Kennedy turned to look behind her. “Oh, sorry didn’t see you there, is he yours?” 

Penny only blinked when the dog turned its barking in her direction. She’d grown up with dogs on her father’s farm back home, but they were more equipped to herd cattle than play fetch. “Nope, ain’t mine. Musta wandered in from the town over or summin’. I wouldn’t take in no strays if I were you, though.”

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wxlkwiththestxrs:

Devlyn sighed, laying back on the grass and looking up at the clouds. “I cannot believe this shoe has been lost for almost a week.” She mumbled to herself, holding her other pointe shoe in her hand. She heard the footsteps coming near her before the shadow covered her face and she looked up with a smile before throwing her free hand up in a wave. “Hello there. Are you here to just block my sun?”

“Nope,” Penny replied, popping the ‘p’. “I’m here to catch a few rays myself,” Her shoulders and forearms displayed a heavy layer of sunscreen and her red heart-shaped sunglasses took up a great deal of her face. “You don’t mind do ya, sugar?”

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daphnepalmer:

“Oh my God. You should try this!” She gestured her plate. “This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten.” 

Penny grinned, though it was difficult with her mouth full of paella. “You could bury me alive with a tub o’this and I’d be happy as a clam”

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ollie-ollie-ollie:

“Oh I wouldn’t mind if you did. I think I would laugh at myself too, and I will when I’m not… this embarrassed,” Ollie admitted with a little chuckle, covering half of his face with the towel. “I have my own but… thanks,” he smiled again. “Mind if I sit with you? While I get a little bit more dry. I doubt walking around dripping wet is a good idea.”

“No need ta be embarrassed, sugar.” Though having your clothes stolen by a bunch of kids was quite embarrassing, “It’s only me out here.” Penny winked, “And I won’t tell a soul.” She patted the patch of sand beside her and gave a warm smile, “We should come up with a better story for where yer clothes went. We could say you were held at gunpoint by a buncha outlaws on the run!”

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escapeacts:

“Thanks, Penny,” he smiled as he took the offered drink, emptying half of it before reaching up to place it on a side table. “No, I don’t do encores.” His show was all or nothing, he put all of himself into it, and once it was done, it was done. “You ready for yours?” She looked a touch fidgety tonight, but it was something he’d noticed on more than one occasion with her, so maybe it was just a healthy case of nerves.

Penny gave a quick nod in response to his thank you. She went back to pacing, though less frantic now, more of a stroll. “Yea. I s’pose ’m as ready as I’ll ever be, huh? They ain’t gonna stop the show on account o’ some jitters.” She felt the acidic taste of her stomach bubbling up in her throat and she went to pour herself a glass of water. “You don’t ever seem too nervous, though, Ian. And yer show would give just about anyone a heart attack.”

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cottoncandyellie:

“Oh gosh. Have you been drinking more?” Ellie asked, flabbergasted. “That’s insane. I wish I had your liver.”

Penelope laughed and shook her head, though not too fast so as not to bring up her lunch. “Oh No, sugar, I wouldn’t want to push my luck-- or my liver-- to such limits. That’s just my daddy’s way of doing things, and it didn’t get ‘m too far, I can tell ya that.” Penny dug around in her crowded caravan, moving trinkets, figurines, and clothing until she found it. “Aspirin?”

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xnicorn:

The sight startled him briefly. All the acrobats walking on the tightropes while doing tricks were something that Zach still found amazing after a whole year. He knew the girl, at least from afar. “I– it’s alright”, he reassured her. Zach shook his head a bit as he walked to pick the pin that had fell from her hands. “Do you need this?”, he asked with a little smile, “and y– yeah. I’m fine. All good”. A teeny tiny lie, but oh well, he’d be better with some sleep later.

Penny lowered herself so that she was sitting on the rather thin rope, her balance the only thing keeping her from falling several meters to the tent floor. She held out her hand to take back her lost pin, “Thank ya kindly.” Penny hesitated for a moment, the frown still evident on her face, “I can always come back later, if ya want...” She did need to practice, but he was there first.

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charlie--leon:

“It’s ten in the fuckin’ mornin’! What the fuck?!”

“‘M just checkin’ that ya ain’t dead yet. Seemin’ as yer the only one not out and about yet.”

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silasnakamura:

Silas sat, smoking, on the front steps of his Caravan. Spook lay purring, stretched out lazily at his feet. They’d gone from one hot place to another, and Silas longed to see snow. It had been so long since he’d been anywhere cold, and he was getting sick of stuffy kitchens.

He mumbled around his cigarette. “Any chance we could go somewhere it snows?” He reached up to pull it from his mouth, and ashed it in irritation.

“You askin’ me like I’m the conductor ‘round here?” Penny quirked a brow, “B’sides, whatcha want snow for in August?”

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fievelfairchild:

“You’d think in three years you’d actually would remember that today’s newspaper will be in the language of the country where you are in. But nope, I still don’t remember that and reading this in Spanish is just like.. nope.

“Oh! Let me take a gander at it, would ya?” Penny held out her hand with an excited grin on her face, “I’ve been workin’ on my Spanish ta fit in with the locals.”

[fuckyeahdamose]

Shailene Woodley photographed by Thomas Whiteside for InStyle US

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scouthallow:

As soon as Scout woke up, she didn’t bother to do anything else before she set off for her morning run. It was early enough in the morning that no one else seemed to be awake. It was the perfect time for Scout; she preferred her solitude. As she turned a corner, she stopped to catch her breath and noticed someone standing there, staring at her. Scout looked up at them in return, waiting for them to do or say something. 

Penny walked through the Cirque grounds, a bag of garbage at her side, looking for and empty bin to toss it into. She wore a large tshirt in place of pajamas and hadn’t thought to change since the sun had barely even risen. Penny hadn’t yet found what she was looking for, but she had found Scout-- had nearly collided with her, "Is someone chasin’ ya? Should I be runnin’ too?”

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chef-lafayette:

“Gonna go explore the city huh? That sounds like an adventure. Surprisingly I haven’t gone out to see the sights yet. Meet the people. Try the food.” Putting a lid on the gumbo pot, Lafayette went to dry his hands on the towel at his hip. “You don’t perhaps need a companion for this do ya’?” 

“Really, Lafayette? We’ve been here for ages--” Or at least it felt that way to her, “And you ain’t never gone out?” She took several unladylike mouthfuls of her food in an attempt to finish up before her excursion beyond the Cirque, “F’course ya can tag along! I’ve gots ta get lotsa souvenirs before we pack up and move on.”

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ollie-ollie-ollie:

“I’m… I’m glad you find it amusing, miss Penny,” Oliver said with the honesty his voice allowed him to show in that moment. With little steps, one by one, and still half covering himself, Oliver approached Penny sitting a few feet away from him and took the towel from her, wrapping himself and immediately finding comfort. “Thank you. I’ll wash it and hand it back to you myself in a couple days. I promise.”

“Oh, I ain’t laughin’ at ya, Ollie.” Though Penny was, just a bit. She watched he  covered up and leaned back on her arms, careful to keep the sand out of her hair. “Eh, no rush on the towel, sugar. You may need it next time ya wash up.”

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escapeacts:

Tuesday night and his show was done, a particularly taxing one as well. Instead of retreating into the shadows like usual, he collapsed on one of the threadbare velvet couches of the backstage area. 

Penny paced to and fro backstage, anxious for her routine though she’d performed it numerous times before. It was times like these she longed for a drink, but alcohol and heights didn’t mix and so she took to aimless walking. She paused a moment to applaud cordially along with the rest of the crew backstage upon Ian’s entrance. 

“Our Houdini strikes again.” Penny offered him a glass of water, “No encore?”

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cottoncandyellie:

She had sunglasses on, as if that would make her any more inconspicuous, but also because daylight was a little hard now. Not that it was daylight anymore but gradually slipping into dusk. “Wow, you look…fresh.”  How was she not hungover too? She had practically passed out in the sand last night.

Penny shrugged, assuming Ellie was referring to the bonfire. She didn’t look too good. “It takes more than a few swigs o’ drink ta keep an Arden down, sugar” Truthfully, Penny had consumed much more than a few swigs. She was still finding the occasional bits of sand in her hair after her little spell last night. But it wasn’t the first (and most certainly not the last) time that Penny had lost herself in a glass, bottle or flask. “My old man used’ta say the best way ta get rid of a hangover is just to start drinkin’ again.”

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ollie-ollie-ollie:

“That?” Ollie said, pointing at the kids who had just ran off with his clothes leaving nothing but footprints behind, and though following them was an option, it seemed like much more work than just walk back to his caravan and hope people weren’t up so early. “That was just a minor thing. My day is great,” he said, a smile quickly lighting up his features, though the red in his cheeks could say otherwise. Still, it wouldn’t let it get in the way of a good day. He had, after all, enjoyed his swim. Ollie followed the line of her arm until he saw the towel and took a couple of steps towards her. “You sure you don’t mind?”

Penny laughed at his words, happy to know that Ollie was able to see the humor in his situation rather than anger or embarrassment. Though, she could see the redness in his cheeks even from a few paces away, so there was a bit of the former. "Well my day sure just got a hell’of’a’lot better after watchin’ that” Penny remained in her place on the beach, though she had to adjust herself to keep any grains of sand out of unwanted places. “Yeah, I’m sure. Yer shakin’ like a leaf.”