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aurcras:

aurora took a moment to study the brunette next to her, a girl so bright surely even the sun felt threatened. they were so different, the two of them, night and day side by side. amaya was kind in all the ways aurora had never learned to be, so diabolically angelic aurora was sure it was not possible to be so good. where amaya was smooth lines and gentle smiles, aurora was rough edges and teeth only ready to bite. she was the black swan to amaya’s white swan, the sin shadowing the other girl’s purity. and yet, despite their differences, there seemed to be a strange understanding underlying every conversation the two girls had. any relation besides familial ones had always been a challenge to aurora. she was too rash, too vulgar, anger always a flip switch away. treating people correctly was not something she’d ever known how to do, but she was learning. love had melted the ice packed so tightly around her heart ( although aurora would never admit it ) . but with every passing moment she could feel herself softening, she could feel her fists unclenching. if she, in all her debauchery and sharpness, was capable of earning the trust and love of a boy who could make flowers grow with his smile, surely friendship was something she could be capable as well. at the other girl’s words aurora felt her lips break into a smile, unadulterated happiness lighting her expression before she could think better. it was embarrassing to think any observer could see what a soft fool she’d made of herself by falling in love, and yet when amaya commented on it she knew the girl’s intentions weren’t anything other than good. “ god, is it that obvious? ” she laughed, sapphire gaze once again moving from amaya towards her plate of pastries. she took a bite of the donut, hoping the doughy pastry could hide her smile until she looked less like a child on christmas morning and more like herself again. “ you know a lot more than you let on. maybe you should consider a career as an fbi agent, because you’re awfully good at reading people. ”

she sensed in aurora a kind of resignation. like she was complacent in her own state of emotional isolation. amaya imagined it was aurora’s comfort zone, a place she grew up in and was sure of. amaya thought about what might be possible if aurora abandoned her safe and sound seclusion. she felt like the girl in front of her was a kind of flower, with a deep rooted desire to bloom, but no real confidence in the kind of life she would inspire. so she reduced her efflorescence to a mere ideal, unachievable and uncomfortably strenuous, and then she made friends with shadows and because eyes adjusted she was convinced the darkness was where she belonged, benighted to the fact that darkness broke against the kind of firework smile amaya witnessed on aurora’s face. she looked on with the deepest kind of fondness. she could see how happy the girl was, and it made amaya so joyful she interlocked her fingers and tapped her feet beneath the table with poorly contained delight. “holy crap you look so happy.” she gushed, shaking her head. “i love it.” she reigned in her excitement as aurora suggested a change in career, she laughed, her head dipping back for a moment. “that’s a good idea! i guess i missed my calling. it could have been some serious criminal minds business. where were you when i was sixteen?” she joked lightly. “i had actually taken a government job into consideration---just because of the certain stability it provided. but in the end i decided that i wasn’t made for meetings and offices---or pantsuits, for that matter. i was made for jungles and humanity. deep down i’m truly a savage, and it’s my job to provoke them the government, not to work for them.” she grinned humorously. “so, i’m curious, what made you want to get on a ship and sail the world?” she asked.

#↱ ✕ .:░ ◖aurora◗ ░:. ✕ ↰

ncahsark:

HER SMILE WEIGHED HEAVILY against noah’s hard demeanor. the two of them surely stood out among the crowd, the contrast in both personality and aura an odd coupling that would normally clash in any other given scenario. and while the relentless optimism and ever present smile that graced the girl’s face made him a bit uncomfortable, noah otherwise had nothing against amaya. he admired her genuineness in character, despite her largely positive disposition in life that he often found quite irritating. he nodded his response as she assured him that she was okay. he knew he should apologize still, but pride prevented any such nicety. his gaze flitted toward the pastry in his hand at her gesture, before landing back on the girl in front of him. ❝ i mean, sure. it is technically my breakfast but who decided that donuts are solely a breakfast food, anyway? ❞ noah argued, surprising himself as the conversation rolled easily off his tongue. but still he rose a curious eyebrow as the girl slightly rambled on about sitting together. ❝ —um, okay. sure ❞ he shrugged, unsure of what possessed him to accept the brunette’s offer. but as soon as the words had left his mouth, there was no going back. before he could help himself, he felt the edge of his lip tug upward in a half, amused smile at the promise. he quickly pressed his lips together, hoping to hide the fact, knowing how it would probably please the girl to elicit such a reaction from the boy. ❝ were you gonna grab something? ❞ he questioned with a deeper frown than he had been sporting before, a fruitless attempt to recover from his momentary slip.

AS HER LIPS TILTED into a smile a light laugh fell off of her lips at noah’s admission that he was just eating breakfast. amaya found it amusing because she had already been through the entirety of her day. otherwise she agreed with the man, nodding her head firmly. “close-minded people, noah. that’s who.” she sneered. “and i’ll tell you what! im so sick of people isolating my favorite pastry because any time i am home all of the donut shops are close by noon and it’s infuriating!” she breathed at the end of her diatribe. she watched his face with a grin as he mumbled an acceptance to her invitation to sit together. then, and she wasn’t entirely sure it hadn’t been a trick of the light, but she was almost completely confident in the fact that noah sark accepted her invitation and then proceeded to smile at her. she tried to hold her elation but she was sure some leaked out of her smile. he was frowning deeply as he asked her if she was going to grab food for herself, but it didn’t dampen her spirits in the slightest. she pressed her lips together, nodding. “you can go get a table, i’ll grab some food.” she pressed her lips together again and hurried to the food line before he saw the breadth of the smile wedged on her face. she was pleased that he wanted to sit with her. she took a deep breathe as she piled pancakes and bacon and syrup onto her plate. “definitely worth the donut.” she nodded, assuring herself quietly. she was excited to sit with the florist. she had always been curious about him. his character, what he liked ( since she assumed there was a lot he didn’t like ). she turned, brow creased, and her eyes scanned the room, searching for noah.

#↱ ✕ .:░ ◖noah◗ ░:. ✕ ↰

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#↱ ✕ .:░ ◖musings // ft naveed◗ ░:. ✕ ↰

&&. genuinely, hayden flashes amaya a toothy grin that brightens her entire face like a child whose stepped into a candy store with sweets spanning for miles. “ you’re a saint amaya, ” the brunette murmurs gratefully, slight sarcasm in her tone as if she were partly mocking how easily the other is quick to forgive. “ my kinda gal, dessert’s always the best dinner. ” her tongue aches, nerves reacting to the harshness of teeth digging into the tender muscle. the laughter slides back down her throat, preventing hayden from ruining the prank she is so close to pulling off W I T H O U T getting caught. “ excellent. i hear they’re a good source of potassium. ” hayden snickers as she indulges the other in small talk, an act she truly finds ridiculous but necessary in the moment. her bony shoulder gently bumps the other’s as she agrees. “ exactly. what people know won’t kill ‘em. besides, it’s just fruit y’know – they can always get more. ” the other’s innocence is different from hayden’s – it’s more childlike, chocolate hues warm with t r u s t & genuineness. the brunette snorts, “ no. i R A R E L Y study – got more excitin’ shit to do. i just carry it around ‘cause it makes me look like ‘m doin’ somethin’ important. ” the lie easily falls past her parted petals, words viscous & sweet like maple syrup. “ i like where your head’s at amaya. donuts are m u c h more important ! ”

amaya, looking at hayden, felt a kind of consideration for her character. hayden was wild in a way amaya herself was never familiar with. it was a comfortable kind of reckless that she saw in the brunette, and while it was a nature foreign to amaya she had a bit of reverence for it. hayden was consistent. she was strong in a way amaya admired. her smile was amused as the other girl told her about the backpack. “that’s funny! if you really wanna look legit, ditch the backpack and get a clipboard. then it’s not just importance---it’s authority.” she laughed lightly. at hayden’s admission about studying amaya nodded but didn’t connect. she didn’t understand why people came onto the boat as a student and didn’t study. she wouldn’t hold it against them---she didn’t judge things she didn’t understand---she just kept her thoughts to herself in observation. “that’s what i figured. bentley says my addiction to fried foods is extravagant but should all of life be that way? extravagant, not fried.” she rolled her eyes playfully. “are you heading out now?”

#↱ ✕ .:░ ◖hayden◗ ░:. ✕ ↰

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#↱ ✕ .:░ ◖musings // style◗ ░:. ✕ ↰

aurcras:

kindness had never been something aurora was comfortable with. she’d grown accustomed to a absence of it, and like any child lacking affection she’d grown up to be cold and cruel. anger had seemed to be the only emotion that burned bright enough to break past her empty shell, and it had made a home inside of her, real as an organ. and yet compassion had begun to bloom like a bramble rose at the bottom of her lungs, surprising her with moments of softness, moments that left aurora feeling like she was suffocating on her own words. compliments had felt foreign on her tongue, words her mouth had not learned to shape yet, just like please and thank you had always felt. and yet she’d delivered sweet sounding words to the dark hair girl seated next to her with little difficulty, lips loosened by drugs and perhaps the other’s undeniable good nature. “ you’re not the first person to tell me something like that. i’m sorry i might prove you both wrong one day. ” the girl practically sighed, eyes trained on the doughy treats stacked onto her plate. she fiddled with them, arranging them into a circle before continuing to munch on them, practically choking at amaya’s next words. aurora wiped her mouth, cheeks burning a furious shade of pink as she glanced at the other girl. “ what’s that supposed to mean? ” she asked, although aurora was quite sure she already knew the answer.

mornings for amaya growing up had often begun with her family piling into her bed tickling and yelling; obnoxiously in love with the small girl who had turned out to be the baby of the family. she recalled with aching homesickness, weekday breakfast at the table with her father and weekends visiting her grandparents. evenings sitting on her grandfather’s lap and laughing at the stories he and her grandmother told of growing up without electricity and cars. her heart swelled at the memory of their portuguese, bubbling warmly through the air around her as they teased each other, still as hopelessly in love as they were when they met sixty years before. amaya knew love. she was raised in love. growing up, the culture of her family was entirely different from the kids at school, and it was obvious. amaya didn’t have to think very hard to remember. she had to handle memories of her childhood with care for fear they may cut her again, and it had taken her long enough to heal the first time. it was those kids, though, that taught amaya that not everyone grew up in the same context as she did. she understood that. she knew aurora was one of those people and she didn’t judge anyone for how they grew up or what shape their childhood had carved them into. amaya was lucky. and she wasn’t oblivious to her fortune. she watched aurora handle the pastry and felt a kind of tenderness break in her chest at the realization that naveed had been the one to tell aurora she was good. she felt, looking at them, a kind of emotion she couldn’t place. "you look at him like every inch of the world you could get your hands on, you’d give to him.” she noted the redness on the girls cheeks. “he looks at you like you are every inch of the world as far as he’s concerned.” she spoke simply as not to embarrass aurora with her observation. “but, i mean--that’s just what it looks like. what do i know, right?” with a light shrug she took a quick bite of her donut.

#↱ ✕ .:░ ◖aurora◗ ░:. ✕ ↰#wowowow its so long i just got the navora feels

rhicnnons:

although she’d never admit it to amaya, rhiannon had never learned the language with intent to put it to use. rather, she was infatuated with the idea of knowledge, knowing that she could speak the language if she wanted to, not when she was forced to. still, the plethora of known languages under her belt were quite the advantage when it came to travelling, especially as locations diversified and the vernacular shifted so regularly. ❝ they say the romance languages are the easiest to learn, you know, ❞ she mused lightly, assuming the girl meant to indicate that she knew spanish. ❝ spain was lovely, i enjoyed the time we spent there. the language barrier was a lot easier to bypass, i think. ❞ she toyed with the idea of accompanying amaya on a trip, a smile playing at her rosy lips. ❝ it’s always good to venture out of our comfort zones, we might as well just go, ❞ and with a shrug, rhiannon internally cemented the plans, locking them in place for future reference.

“you know i read a book---have you ever read americanah by chimamanda ngozi adichie? the woman in it notes the difference between the academic and the intellect. the academic focus’ in on a certain subject and wants to know all they can about that subject. but an intellect wants to know, well---everything. i think you’re more of an intellect.” she observed. “i like that about you. you’re cool, rhiannon. i really think that.” she spoke firmly. “my entire family speaks portuguese. growing up, my mom always spoke english and my dad always spoke portuguese, so i knew both. it’s great, especially since my grandparents never really learned english very well.” she imagined walking the streets of germany with rhiannon and knew it would be incredible. “okay, it’s a date! i’m so excited! you know, if you want to read that book, i think it’s piled somewhere in my room. you can borrow it!” she offered suddenly, not really sure if rhiannon would be interested or not.

#↱ ✕ .:░ ◖rhiannon◗ ░:. ✕ ↰

ncveed:

“why is it when someone says they’ll be on their best behavior my thought immediately jumps to them wanting to imitating a dog?” his expression puzzled, the thought was a clear question in his mind. it had always been at the expression, “even when kids say it, it’s just weird..” he said, shrugging it off after. “amaya, please..” cocking an eyebrow, “we don’t insult friends.” there was a way he shaped his tone, acting much more than he normally would. with the way his arms crossed over his chest, the heightening in his tone – as if anyone would hang out with him if he had kept up this obnoxious act. “but your hair actually looks really nice, i’m not going to lie. if i wanted someone’s hair, it’d be yours.” he said, throwing a wink her way. he pulled the smaller girl close as her arm hooked around his. “amaya, you’re keeping me hostage?” he said with a slight surprised tone, “okay good , don’t let me lazy ass go anywhere. i think i’d be lost.” his lips stretched into a smile, “what am i serious about again?” eyebrows furrowing at the question, “you like me..” he prided in her comment. “amaya and naveed sittin in a tree, w a t c h i n g something on a screen.” he sang, horribly in his way. amaya was one of his favorite people on the ship. she was always down to earth and kind in her ways and actions, she only reminded him of warmth and it was something to cling to. “you need me.” he said, patting her arm with his other hand. “how about an us day, let’s go to the ships spa area. then get lunch, smoothies and then netflix.” he offered.

“i’m not sure. you think dogs are the best behaved pets?” she snorted. “there was a dog i knew once, all he did was pee everywhere and eat magazines.” she laughed as he continued. “kids. now kids are more like pets.” when he complimented her hair her smile widened. “that is very kind of you to say. you know for the longest time, I straightened it because i didn’t think curls were cool. it took me a while to feel pretty, but i eventually came around to myself.” she joked lighty. of course, it had never helped when kids at school picked on her for her curls. she hadn’t known there could be anything wrong before that. she was afraid that the words spoken in careless youth by the other students in her class had caused the kind of damage that made her call her own hair frizzy, even long after she had healed and begun liking it again. she was, in a moment, increasingly grateful for naveed and his nature of building people up. “yes, of course. do you not hold your friends hostage? i’ve kept bentley for 27 hours at one time, feeding her only doritoes and wine.” she laughed at his song. “you’re a natural. vera better watch herself.” he patted her arm and she listened to him as he spoke. “yes! that sounds perfect! naveed---” she looked up at him. “i didn’t think it was possible for me to like you more, i’ll be honest. you’ve exceeded my expectations of adoration.” she shook her head. “have you always been this way? just so---i don’t know, so nice to be around?”

#↱ ✕ .:░ ◖naveed◗ ░:. ✕ ↰#i appreciate him

reincs:

reina grinned. amaya’s presence was one most people always enjoyed. the brunette happened to be one of the few reina actually wanted to be around. she was a vivacious spirit, always willing to give positive input. she saw the beauty in people and their surroundings, a skill reina had not been able to master.

“ will you really ? ” reina clarified, “ i promise ! time flies at the gym. trust me. i never would’ve guessed, but it does. ”

her mind drifted to a past that wasn’t so long ago. the thought of interaction before the age of technology made reina wonder how rendezvous were organized, what people did when they were bored and lonely, and how people kept in contact. she figured she’d be lost without her cellphone by her side, yet something about the spontaneity of the past was still alluring.

“ i do different things depending on the day. some days it’s lifting weights, other days will be more ab-oriented. there are times i won’t even go to the gym, just run a couple laps around the pool, ” she explained, suddenly realizing there was no method to her exercise.

she nodded, smiling lightly at the picture of herself she had in her mind. hair tied, sneakers on, running or doing crunches. or with a suit on, swimming laps in the pool at an agonizingly slower pace than reina. she laughed. it would probably be fun.

“okay, as long as you’re not embarrassed by the degree of which i am not as hardcore as you are, we should make it a date!” she giggled.

she did enjoy the blonde’s company. amaya was reminded vaguely of the fact that reina knew rhiannon. with a smile, she brought the other girl up. “you know, i just saw rhiannon! we were talking about going to see all kinds of cool things in germany. i’m not sure how into concentration camps one can be, but you should come with us! or not. you know i love inviting people to things but i hate it when they say yes out of obligation. you don’t have to say yes, i was just offering.” she shrugged.

#↱ ✕ .:░ ◖reina◗ ░:. ✕ ↰

spacedom:

“ — Of course I mean aliens. Those kinds of movies are completely unrealistic, although I understand why you would think they are what aliens are really like. Movies such as the one you are referring to are produced for the sole purpose of scaring the general public. It works, clearly. “

“so you’re saying they’re manipulating us to scare us so that we will automatically reject the idea of aliens? well, i assume you know a lot about this subject. what are aliens really like? is it like...the eggheads? or more galaxy quest? the aliens in galaxy quest were not near as terrifying, they were even nice and i could deal with sharing a universe with them. where do you learn all of this stuff?”

#↱ ✕ .:░ ◖dominic◗ ░:. ✕ ↰

bentlcy:

“you and fried food, seriously, ams. even if the world were to fucking end any second or some alien ship crashed onto earth, in the middle of all the damn chaos - you’d still be off somewhere chasing after anything even remotely fried.” bentley teased, a grin playing on her lips as she rolled her eyes. “after my break, i only have a few more hours to go - then i’ll come knocking at your door, ready to resume our kimmy schmidt adventure. oh, please, you don’t have to do that - either way, i’ll probably finish way later than i’m fucking supposed to since laziness gets the best of ya’. and ya’ know why you don’t feel nearly as accomplished? finishing a semester of school isn’t nearly as stressful or emotional as finishing a season of a TV series - besides, everything always goes to fucking shit toward the end of the season.” she mused.

“if the world was ending, i’d go for the twinkles and the ho-ho’s. they’d last forever, you know?” she grinned. at bentley’s offer to come over she flung her arms around the girl as they walked. “yes please! don’t be lazy, be my friend. all i’ve been doing is hanging out with logan.” amaya pulled herself away from bentley with a heavy sigh. her voice carried the weight she tried to ignore when she was with the boy. her mind turned over the way he laughed and her stomach churned in a similar to the nature of anxiety in the way it made her breathe but it was more pleasant and she was apprehensive of the fact that she was unfamiliar with such an emotion. she swallowed, shaking her head slightly. “i feel confused every time i say his name.” she half-whined. “i need bentley time. i’m gonna go crazy!” she clutched her best friend’s arm in desperation.”im going to carrie at the prom, britney spears after kevin federline, miley cyrus after hannah montana crazy!” as she spoke her voice rose to a squeak, her hands flinging in exasperated gestures as she exhaled and looked at bentley. “i realize that was a little dramatic. i apologize. please still consider being my friend.”

#↱ ✕ .:░ ◖bentley◗ ░:. ✕ ↰

veradcmore-blog

❝ you’re not going to believe this, but after my set yesterday this old guy approached me and told me i ‘should dress in a way that would make my parents proud.’ i’m sorry but…who the fuck do you think you are ? what makes you think you know anything about me or my parents, grandpa ? it just really pisses me off when men think they can tell women how they should present themselves to the world, especially when it’s an ancient dude in a hawaiian shirt and old navy flip flops. like i’m sure he knows so much about fashion. ❞

rcsamie-blog

“wow, that is incredibly uncalled for. and his comment about your clothing, as if a woman’s pride originates solely in her appearance. not in the fact that you are a successful singer, or how hard you work or how intelligent you are---but you make people proud when you look good. it’s incredible, that some men are still able to forget the fact that women are actual people. it’s not even worth your anger. i’ve seen your shows, you look hot. your parents are probably incredibly proud of your work and how hot you are.”