prince harming

"Hurray -- I was someone else. I was not completely crazy yet. Seriously antisocial, of course, and some-what sporadically homicidal, nothing wrong with that. But not crazy."

[wrenriaz-blog]

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FEVER - THE BLACK KEYS

Fever, I’m a slave toNo one misbehaved tooFever, they’re misunderstoodWouldn’t leave you if I could

[withabadpersona-archive-blog]

“I still hate that nickname,” she mumbled before facing him with a blank expression. After taking a glance towards her cart, she looked back at him then gave a nod. “I remember. And we can get some after I buy these, alright?”

[sawyermemories]

“I find it endearing, since you’re halfway tolerable -- as I previously said.” Sawyer shrugged, mostly unconcerned. He lived under the notion that nicknames weren’t meant to be enjoyed, at least not by the nicknamed. “Of course,” he glanced at the cart. “Do you need help?” An itching at the back of his mind hoped not, even if he tried to be a gentleman. 

[margocarlson]

Alice was skipping her way through the grassy area on campus, which had become one of her favorites to get away when she needed to be reminded of home. In certain areas the uncut grass came up to her shins, leaving green slash marks against her calves as she trucked through the grass. There was a large oak tree at the end of the property, sometimes it was consumed by a couple using the trunk in place of a bed, or an art major who was too busy sketching to even notice Alice’s presence on the other side, but today when Alice whipped around the trunk she wasn’t expecting to practically run into a boy simply enjoying a novel. “I’m sorry!” Alice gasped instantly covering her mouth with her hand as she slowly stepped back. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t expect anyone to be here..I-I’ll go.”

[sawyermemories]

Sawyer couldn’t help but notice how she resembled a field-mouse, as she spoke. He gaze lifted, watching the blonde. The features of her face were soft with childlike innocence; her speech and mannerisms only reflected her expressions. A smile pulled at the corners of his lips. “I didn’t mean to spook you, little dove.” Patting the quilt, his free hand slid the book closed. His voice was like velvet. “Sit.” 

[sawyermemories]

While it could be from a southern childhood, Sawyer lived for the summer months. He loved the feeling of the sun’s lips against his skin, how sweet the air tasted... Even if a cloud hung over the state of New York, the May breeze was fresh as it blew away winter’s curse. His thin frame was draped across a quilt in the grass. Books surrounded the boy, from where he was supposed to study for the few remaining exams. A tattered book was in his hands, slender fingers tapping out a beat against the worn cover, as he hummed softly. The blonde’s gaze remained on the pages, even as he felt someone’s presence. “I’m having a good day, so it’d be in your best interest to turn around.”

[withabadpersona-archive-blog]

Waiting in line at Walmart, she wished she could be somewhere else, but being suddenly hungry, she wanted to grab something to eat. When she felt a light tap on her shoulder, she didn’t bother to look at the person and ended up saying, “Touch me again and you lose a finger,” she said bitterly.

[sawyermemories]

“You’re the only tolerable Orc I’ve encountered, so I’d appreciate if we kept those intact.” Sawyer’s hands were held in the air, as if in surrender. “You owe me coffee, if I’m remembering correctly.” Though oblivious to any sort of tact, he was pretty to the point about most matters.

[samblkwell]

“I thought you’d be the kind to say pussy instead.”

[sawyermemories]

“I’m trying to expand my vocabulary, is that a problem?”

[samblkwell]

“Hey, I’ve never watched Game Of Thrones, okay. So I don’t know whether to take that as an insult.” He defended, raising his hands up in the air.

[sawyermemories]

“I called you a pansy, Blackwell.” 

[isabelleharford-blog]

“I used to. But those things can change Sawyer and they usually do. It’s not that I didn’t want to be a family, that’s all I wanted. He didn’t even want to be with me, he couldn’t stop drinking or parting. He was spiraling. And you think I should have stayed? To let him be that kind of dad?  Oh and I didn’t? My life is ruined, my son’s life is now going to be royally fucked up. Reid isn’t the only one hurt in this.” Issy glared at her old friend, but it contained no malice. “He already had favorite superhero’s, Prince Reid was a hit, and he kept asking about him. He adores his father, I made sure he ony knew the good things but I couldn’t say that his father didn’t know who he was. Reid needed to be unavailable but loving his son from a distance. 

[sawyermemories]

“You obviously don’t know him, then.” Sawyer muttered. He could feel the blood rushing to his face, as he grew more irritated with the conersation. “He would have dropped it all for Joel -- for you.” Hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, Sawyer rolled his eyes. “That’s the good thing about children,” his gaze locked on Isabelle, “they forget; they forgive. Joel will remember the stories... the love. But Reid’s absence? It’ll be completely forgotten, before you realize.” Heartfelt conversations made him want to vomit.

[samblkwell]

He shrugged, picking at a loose thread on his shirt. He took offence to that, but knew better than to fight back and try to prove Sawyer wrong. “Whatever. You probably know him better than I do.”

[sawyermemories]

“You’ve no bite, Snow.” Sawyer sank into the chair, folding his arms. “Fight back. No one likes a dog with no bark.”

[nateadwell]

“Why else would you keep coming back if it wasn’t for my charm? I hope it’s not just my dick, Sawyer. I never pictured you as a size queen.”

[sawyermemories]

“Even if I was, there wouldn’t be much reason to come back. Perhaps I’m bored, that sounds like a likely answer.”

[reaganbarling-deactivated201507]

“If Norman’s in charge of the turkey, it will probably end up stuffed in the basement.” Margot had no idea where half of these thoughts were even coming from. “I hear it’s not nearly as bad as it used to be. But I still can’t imagine myself going through with it.” She shook her head quickly. “We can’t have that. What would be the point?”

[sawyermemories]

“More than likely. Norma would throw a fit and they’d have to eat the neighbors.” Sawyer shrugged at the notion. No wonder the pair were suspected of cannibalism, with talk like that. “It doesn’t seem so, truthfully. Just a quick... zap,” he motioned with his hands, like a sort of explosion, “but you’re right. None of that. There’d be no reason to keep me around.”

[samblkwell]

“I’m nothing like Reid, or any of my other siblings. I’m the illegitimate child. It’s written in my fucking DNA.” He muttered, curling up into himself and hugging his legs. He still had to work on accepting that fact.

[sawyermemories]

“Illegitimacy has little to do with that, Jon Snow. Were you not raised a Blackwell? I’d think you’d have their attitude.” Sawyer’s eyes remained steady on Sam’s form, a smile tugging on the corners of his lips. “If anything, you share Reid’s disgusting love of self-pity.” 

[samblkwell]

“Babbling?” Did he even babble? But after that thought he realises he must’ve vocalised his internal thoughts while listening to that kick ass song, and began to flush bright red. “Oh… um, sorry about that. You’re better off ignoring me anyway.”

[sawyermemories]

Sawyer’s elbows rest on the table, as he watched the others face. “Where’s that cocky Blackwell attitude we know and love? Own it, Samuel -- you’re a lunatic.”

[reaganbarling-deactivated201507]

“What a twisted family, the Bates. I can’t imagine what their family get together’s were like,” she said. Margot shook her head, considering her words carefully. “It’s a procedure that was just kind of abandoned. With reason. But it could prove useful to those that are leading dreadful lives, but don’t want to leave their loved ones behind. What do you suppose you think about when you’re a vegetable? Maybe some of them still have the same hopes, dreams and memories, they just can’t verbalize it. Suddenly doesn’t sound like such a good idea.”

[sawyermemories]

“I can only imagine they’re fascinating. Norman wouldn’t want to serve the turkey, come Thanksgiving.” Sawyer chuckled, leaning into his chair. “I’m glad that you’ve come to your senses on the matter. I do wonder how electric shock would feel... or if it would zap the crazy out.” He paused, the playfulness falling from his face. “Though, that would negate my most... interesting traits. What’s the fun in that?”

[sawyermemories]

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[jameson-kennedy]

“I love it when you make pop culture references. Beam me up, or what have you,” he waved a hand, producing a rather soft little sigh as he watched the blonde lean closer, his body mimicking the same gesture just to make the other a tad bit more uncomfortable. Still, his lips forever held the same little smirk he had on ever since he sat down. “There was no invitation, no, but I couldn’t help getting drawn in nonetheless. I’ve heard plenty of things about you when Reid and I were— a terrible, awful tragedy that should never be repeated, ever,” He peered down at his hands, suddenly rather tired, “But no, Sawyer. You’ve always appealed to me. No matter how dangerous you seem to be, I can never pinpoint just exactly how deep you are. Maybe this sort of mysteriousness is as shallow as fucking bathwater, but you’re putting a lot of effort into maintaining the facade, don’t you? I just wanna be your friend, is that so bad?”

[sawyermemories]

“I seem to have that effect on others these days.” His voice drowned under the shuffling of papers behind the pair, fingers pressed against his temple. It was almost a daily occurrence, someone new approaching. Sawyer wanted nothing to do with the idea. “While I appreciate your courtesy in staying away from the apartment, let’s not revisit the thought. I find Reid’s exploits vile.” His eyes watched the others face, unsure of his motives. If anything, Sawyer had learned that everyone at Atticus had an agenda. Jamie’s was to annoy the piss out of him, or so he imagined. “Wouldn’t you like to know? I’m sorry to disappoint, but my mysteriousness is as shallow as bathwater. Mystery solved, Nancy.” He flashed a grin, letting the tips of his fingers run along the book’s edge. “Friendship? Isn’t that a little... Childish?” In reality, Sawyer lived under the mindset of less is more, at least in terms of friends.

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[sawyermemories]

I'm going to Coney Island have myself a dog And reminisce why I still hate it here It's all these people with their cotton candy eyes It's so sweet, now put the train in gear