‘ ˢᴵᵍⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᴵᵐᵉˢ ,

i am transparent. i am a greenhouse filled with ghosts. loved by mads dependent roleplay blog for JERICHORPG.

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torncrown‌.

“ You’re such a BUZZKILL, Kev. Candy before dinner is a hallmark of young adulthood. ” Phone had been dug out of her pocket before Kevin finished the sentence, and she’s waggling it in the air as she speaks. Number is dialed, and screen pressed to her ear — one, two, three, welcome to Vito’s New York Slices. They’re in the middle of fucking Arizona. Sausage and mushroom, her favorite, and barbeque chicken, Kevin’s. An order of garlic knots, and mozzerella sticks, with extra marinara sauce. It’s an order that’s been practiced so many times, if one particular pimply-faced teen answered the phone, she could just tell him it was the regular. A couple of ‘uh huhs’ and it’s set down on the counter, where she looks at the other expectantly. “ Carmel corn or regular popcorn? OOH — both? ”

     kevin wasn’t a stranger to the term being tossed into her direction as a descriptor, but she was only now beginning to embrace it wholeheartedly. kevin ‘ buzzkill ’ oswalt . . . it had a nice ring to it. also suggested she was more responsible, and mature, than she’d ever give herself credit to. “ i’m traditional. ” she corrects, an index raised in the process. “ and i’d like to think there’s a difference. ” there wasn’t. at least not in her experience . . . oh, well. at least she knew who she was, and it was more than she was capable of saying two years ago. “ you decide. since i am . . . depriving you of your -- youthful, yet adulty, experiences. ” adulty, there was a word that didn’t exude maturity. 

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torncrown‌.

“ 13 Going on 30, ” She repeats, nodding sagely. “ And Mean Girls, and Legally Blonde, and Clueless. It’s chick flicks only tonight. ” Hands slide from pinkies to hold Kevin’s hand once again, and to repeat the motion of dragging her through the house. “ Order pizza, then ice cream and popcorn? Or ice cream and popcorn, and then order pizza? OR, order pizza and eat popcorn while we wait, and have ice cream for dessert? ” Hand is dropped to swing open the fridge, a double doored monstrosity ( both girls could probably fit in one half of it ) that very rarely had anything in it that wasn’t half-eaten takeout leftovers or corked up bottles of wine with just enough left in them to top off a glass. It’s slammed shut with dissatisfaction, and the small girl props herself up on the counter with a smooth jump from hardwood to granite, awaiting a response from Kevin. 

     she started to feel more at ease with each minute that passed, and perhaps she was imagining it, but shaky and damp hands grew dryer -- and steadier. distractions were always a solution, she supposed. though she was giving pippa more of the credit. kevin never did know where she would’ve ended up without her. “ definitely the first one. ” the brunette decides, a finger pointed towards the other. dessert before dinner ? completely unacceptable. “ you got your phone on you ? ” she questions, leaning against the kitchen counter. 

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filmgifs‌:

Okay, Jenna, repeat after me.

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charlesxaviers‌:

Whip It (2009) dir. Drew Barrymore

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CHARLOTTE BEALE.

“ – with caitlyn jenner and bobby moynihan quitting celebrity big brother with less than two weeks until the premier, do you think they’ll give me a ringy-ding?  i AM a big deal, you know?”  one would think she was JOKING, nobody could be so self-centered, right? nope. she was totally serious. hell, the blonde probably thought she was a KARDASHIAN or JENNER herself at this point. “i mean, i managed to fight MEAN in six inch louboutins. you know, on the bachelor? i made the tabloids. e! news had my name in their mouths. when would your fav ever?” she mused, flipping through her phone. “whaddya think?”

     kevin supposed she should recognize the blonde, but she simply doesn’t. television had never been a huge part of her life, even after moving in with the espina’s. all media was handed to her through random streaming services rather than wherever she would be watching the mentioned shows. in fact, all she’d really consumed in episodes were the x-files and she-ra. caitlyn jenner free content. “ sorry, i - i don’t watch reality tv. ” her go-to always seemed to be apologize, apologize, apologize . . . and at this point, it appeared to be a trait that’d never be unlearned. “ but . . . yeah, i’m sure they will ! maybe. ” pause. “ fingers crossed ? ”

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PIPPA ESPINA.

Pippa relaxes almost instantly at the refusal of her request, and the she smiles broadly. “ Good. That bitch would run and not even warn us if there was smoke coming out of the microwave, let alone a crazy axe murderer. ” PAUSE. “ And there won’t either, by the way. This is a fun, relaxing, girl’s night in. I have facemasks, and could make it JUST like the white girls in movies about middle school. Painting nails and prank calls. ” A pinkie is sent out to offer the younger to hook hers on to it in a symbol of her promise. She’s still wary though — that’s why she wants Kevin’s hands out and in hers and not hidden under shirtsleeves, where they could be shaking, hidden from watchful eyes of a concerned best friend.  

     kevin doesn’t weigh in on pippa’s statement regarding her mother. because despite years living under the same roof, the petite girl felt it wasn’t her place. and she doubted it ever would be. they’d taken her in, after all, and badmouthing the pair appeared something she was incapable of. but so was defending them in fear of hurting pippa. so she opted to SILENCE. a smile grows more genuine, though, upon hearing her plans. and kevin finds the prospect of carefree distractions promising. “ could watch them, too. ” she suggested. “ 13 going on 30 ? ” a personal favorite. small hands sneak out of their cotton hiding spot, her pinky hooking with the older’s. “ promise. ” she repeats. 

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winterssoldier‌:

cataloguing lara jean’s faces (◡‿◡✿)

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PIPPA ESPINA.

She notices immediately the nervous tick of Kevin’s appearing, sleeves slipping past wrists and halfway to her palms. Frown creates lines in tanned foreheads and she’s hit with a pang of inadequacy — sometimes, things SUCK so much that not even the best of friends can save them. And so, she says, against her best judgement: “ I can call my mo- Maria and see if she wants to come home early. ” Her mother went to book club meetings each Wednesday night, one of many things added to her schedule that kept her and Pippa from seeing one another. The club was an excuse to drink and gossip so much she could barely stumble home, and the matriarch of the house usually shot her daughter a typo filled text with an excuse of her absence. “ Or, uh, you know… ” Pippa’s father, though now legally Kevin’s as well, was a sore subject — and tonight, as always, was working late. The older couldn’t deny how amazing it was for them to so wholeheartedly accept Kevin into the family, and part of her felt guilty with every cruel word she spoke of them. But with everything else, the years BEFORE Kev, and still now — it was enough to add to confusion to gratitude. “ And we can make the popcorn with whatever you want. ”

     guilt seeps through her pores, and she has to correct her nervous stance in order to appear convincing. “ no . . . NO, pippa, really. ” kev shakes her head, a tiny hand slipping into the older’s. if kevin were to embody the anxiety dwelling within, those around her would undoubtedly be affected. that’s why she’s tried, desperately, to calm nerves and to appear as cool during everyday tasks as she possibly could. but she cannot hide her tells and she cannot control the fidgeting of restless hands. she was a lost cause. though it was not a one pippa was required to remedy. “ it’s- it’s okay. ” it might not be. but she wanted it to. kevin wanted everything to be alright : just like it were, just like it was supposed to be. “ i just want to forget, is all. ” the younger confesses, the loop of a haunted video continuing to play within her mind. “ a movie will help. i promise. ”

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GRANT NOVIKOV.

Grant was holed up in his office, thumbing through paperwork that he had compiled on the John Keller case. Out of morbid curiosity, it was something he had chosen to take on in his free time; not realizing what a pain it would be. Tension was slowly starting to build in his head, the words on the papers becoming blurry and running together. So far, he only had a few leads but they were seeming to go nowhere. “Shit,” he muttered aloud, slamming the folder shut and tossing it to the side. His fingertips rubbed at either of his temples, eyes closed tight. The bell on the front door jingled, followed by a woman’s voice. In an instant he was pulled back to reality. “I’m here, one second,” he called out as he stood up from his desk and headed towards the front of the building. When he made it, he offered the woman a friendly smile, extending his hand out to her. “I’m Grant, what can I help ya with?”

     kevin’s not sure what she expects: a stranger in a milford coat with a magnifying glass in hand, or perhaps an elderly gentleman with a monocle and pipe. she doesn’t foresee a man younger than her adopted father, and when a man who looks nothing like the detectives of her imagination approaches, she stupidly finds herself dumbfounded. “ oh . . . hi, sorry - i’m kevin. ” a small hand is placed in his, offering a lame shake. “ i’m not sure how this really works, i just . . . saw the sign, and i thought that, maybe -- ” rambling. always rambling. she pulls the sleeves of her shirt over her hands, playing with the hem as she speaks. “ let me start over. hi, is there a set price for what you do ? ‘cos i’m in college and . . . i don’t got that much money. but i, um, i really need the help. ” 

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     she stands outside the local private investigator’s office : backpack straps resting on her shoulders, hands in the pockets of her jacket. she’d walked, far too scared to ask her best friend for a ride. and though part of her was grateful for the light packing, it meant content was limited : only a handful of items which steered her in the direction of her old life, whatever that might’ve been. a deep breath to collect courage, and she enters. “ uh, hello -- ” the office appears empty at first glance, causing anxiety to only amplify. “ anyone here ? ” / @impiousxnovikov

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oliviacrains‌:

requested by anonymous ↳  6.01  –  little!nell saying no one could hear her

where did you go ?

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PIPPA ESPINA.

Hands are clasped together tightly as Pippa leads — or really, drags, at the speed she wants to get this over with — Kevin along with her down the stairs. Even if the door hadn’t been locked, Pippa hardly would have checked on her own time. As far as she could tell, Ariella was a one time thing. A FLUKE. Murdered halfway across the country, wherever she ended up, and whatever asshole locked her in his basement decided to play a prank on the hometown depicted on her driver’s license. But for Kevin — she’d do it. “ You know, by the way, ” They reach the front door, and spare hand reaches out to wiggle the doorknob, which doesn’t budge. “ I would totally protect you in the event of a break-in. Kick that creep’s ass. ” It’s an empty promise. The brunette is barely over five feet, and even in spite of her wiriness, has no fighting training whatsoever, despite two karate classes from the third grade she’d promptly quit after. They make their way to the sliding glass doors leading out to the patio, none of them opening, and then curtains are drawn across them. Finally, the back door ( same response as the FRONT ) and Kevin’s hand is finally released. “ Better now? ” She doesn’t wait for a response. “ Wanna make popcorn? ”

     she follows with small steps, letting herself be dragged throughout the empty residence. some days she wished for the espina’s to be home more often. it’s a longing she doesn’t share with pippa. there was just a certain SAFETY having adults within the home : one that alarm systems, locked doors, and all the reassurance in the world couldn’t offer her. “ well . . . let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. ” it wasn’t that she didn’t believe pippa to be capable of beating down on a burglar, but -- they were both too short for the top shelf, often having to opt to climbing the counter for their cereal -- not exactly built for BUTT-KICKING. a damp palm meets her pajama pants, and she begins pulling down the sleeves of the shirt that came with them. “ with butter ? ”

[jiminfilter]

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twentybiteen‌:

“I’m baking cupcakes for Kitty’s bake sale.”  ↳ Lara Jean with flour smudged on her cheek (requested by @wlntrfell​)