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[ask-the-harlem-newsies]

*grins* Uh yeah! *laughs softly* I haven't played soccer in forever. -Cheers

Benny: Well, guess we’s gonna ‘ave to fix that! *he claps his hands once and starts looking around the lodging house for the ball* Dyou remember how t’ play?

[wxrriiors]

twice-the-fury

 She had always been told that living by the edge of the forest would end up   a stupid move, the rumours of the wolves living in its depths something she   had been told since the moment of her birth, but she had never believed them.   She had never seen a reason to believe in stories without proof, and she had   instead only tried to test the boundaries, going closer to the things she wasn’t   to touch and the things rated as dangerous. 

 She had ignored the warnings when she had first moved in, her house laying   the closest to the forest out of the houses in the small town, with only a narrow   field separating the darkness and her garden. The neighbours had all looked   at her in wonder when she had arrived, her things filling the rooms of the   small living quarters, and her lack of fear for the forest evident in all she did. 

 Even at that moment, as she was heading across the field towards the dark   trees, having decided it was time to stop cowering in fear of it, could she   feel her neighbours’ eyes digging into her back, a few reprimanding calls   echoing across the growing distance between them. They all thought her   young and stupid for doing what he did, but she couldn’t care less, not   fully having moved there to make any friends. She had her friends in the   nearby city, meeting them during the days, and she didn’t need the people   of the town, not if they were all silly cowards. 

 Ducking under the branches, the dimness of the approaching night even   thicker under the trees, she stood still for a moment, allowing her eyes to   grow used to the lack of light before she kept on moving further in. The   bag by her side, holding a bottle of alcohol, a book and a few other necessary   supplies, thumped against her leg as she went, eyes scanning the old trees.      ❞Wolves in these parts? They are all superstitious old fools.❝

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Text --> Celeste.

[text]: Babies can’t start talking this early, right? [text]: I swear she keeps ‘dada’ing at me. [text]: Tell me I’m fucking nuts.