#dimpsandhoes

[teemuses]

my queen <3

Stop, YOU are my queen <3 ilysm

[aparoxysm]

                     If there was anything that Arianna had been good at it was making herself scarce after the slow deterioration of her family. With her mother’s mental state slipping and all parental support diminishing after her father’s shocking death, Arianna hadn’t kept the same softness that her brother had. Instead, she’d packed her bags and left for college, rare to phone home and only visited over Christmas. At least, that had been the trend for the past handful of years, until now. Her niece was getting older and call her sadistic but her own loneliness had her stubbornly wanting to see how good Jason had it these days. So, with some time off work, Arianna grabbed a bus and a bag and turned up on his door without a warning. Because the last thing she wanted Jason to do was to tell anybody in the family she was coming.

       “Hey, stooge.” She told him when the door opened, trying to keep her surprise internalized with just how much older her brother was looking these days. No baby fat left, all muscle, definitely hairier. Hell, if she looked on long enough she could see their papa staring back. “Got room for one more?”

@dimpsandhoes.

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Good Ol’ College Days || @dimpsandhoes || 3 weeks after their College Reunion

      What the hell was Natalie doing? Driving in the middle of the night, a shopping bag in the passenger seat that contained two items she’d not really cared to mix for years now because of the memories. But suddenly, only a few weeks ago, she stopped being so averse to the combination - but she needed the right company to enjoy it. It was completely uncharacteristic of the brunette, but in that moment, she really didn’t give a damn. Parking up quickly, she made her way up to Mason’s door with a swiftness she prided herself on, bag in hand. Her outfit was possibly the most casual one she’d worn in years, having escaped from her penthouse condominium she lived in with Damien and skated right past whatever paparazzi were still stations outside the building. Knocking on his door, she anxiously awaited it’s opening before holding up the bag. 

        “ I brought you a present, ” she shrugged slightly, trying to resist a huge smile from donning her face upon seeing him. “ Sorry if I woke you. ”

[requicms]

#starter for @dimpsandhoes

               Margot didn’t cry. Not anymore. The last time she had cried had been a few days after her leg was amputated, lying in bed in her hospital room, all on her own, where no one could see her. Afterwards, she had never spilled a single tear -- at least none that she could remember.

               Margot also didn’t go to clubs without Sara. Hell, she avoided clubs wherever she could -- she liked bars better, because there she could sit and didn’t have to try and dance around awkwardly. But her colleagues asked her to tag along, and wouldn’t let her say no like all the other times she already left them hanging. So Margot was forced into a club, lost her colleagues after only an hour, and then got herself into the worst situation possible. She was on her way to the bathrooms, probably to call herself a cab afterwards, but only a few feet before she reached the door to the woman’s bathroom, some horribly drunk guys came stumbling out of the men’s bathroom. She tried to keep out of their way, but failed -- they ran right into her, toppling over her, sending her against a bar stool that ( weirdly enough ) stood in the middle of the way, where some drunk person thought it would be placed wisely. There had been a cracking sound, and while the drunk guys apologized, Margot just send them away with a hiss through her teeth. 

                She managed to somehow maneuver her way into one of the cabins in the women’s bathroom, locked herself up, and leaned against the door, her broken prosthetic stretched out on the ground in front of her. And hell, she had no idea what to do. She had broken her prosthetic before, but so far it only ever happened at home or at Sara’s -- somewhere where she was comfortable, not alone, and usually had a back up prosthetic lying around. She pulled out her phone and tried to call Sara, then Cameron, then Sara again, but neither of them picked up ( probably because they had sex, she realized later on ). She left angry and furious voicemails, but an hour later, she still sat in the same cabin in the women’s bathroom, without any sign of life from either of her friends.

                 And she was crying. She was overwhelmed with the situation, she did not know what to do. She just couldn’t imagine herself hopping through the crowd and to the exit on one leg. Furiously wiping at the tears on her cheeks, she searched through her bag with trembling fingers -- and eventually pulled out a small piece of paper.

                She didn’t know why she kept Mateo’s number in her bag. She left it lying in her apartment for a whole week before she let it drop into her bag on her way out one day -- with the intention to throw it away. Except she hadn’t. 

                 Now, sitting there, crying and feeling more like a little girl than ever before, she stared at the number and wanted nothing more than for her big brother to show up and save her from this mess. He’s not around anymore, she told herself, doubting that he really did manage to stick close to her. Still, she found herself typing in his number and bringing the phone up to her ear, eyes closed, and silently praying that Mateo kept his promise, and would pick up despite the fact that it was 2 AM, and she had yelled at him to never talk to her again. 

                 The dialing signal repeated over and over again, crushing her hopes with every new tone -- until, suddenly, there was silence. And Margot whispered, hopeful and with a broken voice, “Mateo? Are you there?”

[midnight-howlings]

@dimpsandhoes because ily

“Remember how I told you that spells require all of my concentration?” Jesse said, as she looked up from her book with a huff. “You just happen to be breaking that concentration, right now.” She informed him, putting the spell book down on the ground as she spoke.

[aparoxysm]

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         "Baaaaabe, you need to go get your suit from the dry cleaners asap, the party's this weekend and if you’re not looking fresh I might just have to lose your body in the woods, you feel me?” Sara called out from her walk-in closet, half scrolling through social media and half dressed for date night. She had the matching set, shoes, and skirt ---- she was just missing the perfect top. But the current public Facebook Feud between two of her friends was more interesting. “Anyway, Margot says she doesn’t want to go and I know she’s just being a bitch about it like always so if she does decide last minute she wants to come, then we’re going to have to three-way it, okay?”

[aparoxysm]

@dimpsandhoes . .🌿

                           Watching as the little girl grasped at colouring pencils and erratically dragged them all over the paper in front of her with not a care in the world for imperfection... it was the most special thing to experience in Emily’s opinion. Lately, she’d felt so hopeless for having poured all of her heart, time and money into a gallery that didn’t seem to want to flourish, so small moments like these really settled her fears and reminded her to love making art for the sake of making art and not for the money or will to live. “Wow, look at that... That’s better than what I drew...” She cooed to Isabella, finishing her own doodle by looping the petals of a simple flower before Isabella scribbled straight over top. It made Emily give a warm and patient giggle, easily forgetting about time and instead, falling prey to the little girl’s smile. Gosh, she’d wanted children. So badly, in fact, it had ruined her marriage... and while that had definitely broken a part of her soul in half, she was slowly learning to mend. Sometimes she caught herself in a dangerous loop, thinking about the people she’d lost already like her parents, her aunt, Summer’s grandmother, Adam’s father, Audrey... The list only seemed to grow and sometimes that felt like the weight of the world to Emily. But so did stepping outside her front door some days, and that was the truth.

                           Emily counted herself lucky for meeting Jason and for earning enough of his trust to then meet his daughter. She was so bright and full of life, it was impossible not to be charmed from the first moment she’d met her. She was also sure, although too embarrassed to admit it, that spending time around Isabella had helped pull her from a decline she’d been struggling to escape for some time now. Simply making another human being smile and respond with laughter was enough to remind Emily that not all hope was lost, and that sometimes, people didn’t always know what they needed to feel better until they’d found it.

         “I’m so glad I found a use for all these old art supplies.” Emily finally announced, sitting back on her knees and craning her neck to look for Jason. She was sat upon newspaper that littered the ground, saving the floorboards from paint and smudge marks. They’d been fingerpainting not twenty minutes earlier, so Emily’s hands were bruised in bright shades, flecks of blue on her chin and some stands of hair by her ear. She didn’t mind though, she was having fun. Pausing a moment to fret, Emily furrowed her brows. “Are you sure you don’t mind the clutter though? If it’s too much, I can take some of it back...”

[aparoxysm]

@dimpsandhoes .

                           She was trying her absolute best to mask the disappointment from her expression, but Gretchen was just about as emotionally transparent as they came. Referred by a friend, she knew that what she was doing wasn’t ethical, but she was desperate. If her brother knew she had some stranger investigating his whereabouts, well maybe it was no wonder he’d cut her out of his life so completely. It just... it hurt. It hurt that the only person she could talk to about anything that had happened to her... wouldn’t even pick up the phone when she called. He didn’t return her texts, he never showed up when he said he would meet her. It was almost like being related to a fictional shadow, a person so real to her still from memory, yet never showed his face as proof. All Gretchen wanted was to be okay again, was to go back to trying to live a normal life, but this lack of communication and closure was holding her back. So yes. She was desperate for answers, even if this stranger couldn’t give them to her.

                          She hadn’t been listening properly since the first few sentences he’d had to spare her. Something about ‘practically MIA’ and ‘untracable records’ caused her heart to sink so low, the rest of the world began to tune out. The traffic outside her low-rent city apartment barely pierced her conscious as Gretchen anxiously played with the gold on her finger, a token of her brother’s promise to always keep her safe, even when he wasn’t around. She felt a little pathetic that she was still wearing it, but it was just about the only thing she had left. That and this man’s profession to track him down.

          “No, it’s... It’s okay, you’re just doing your job. I know that...” She began but failed to say anything else in fear of her emotions causing her to break down and cry. She didn’t want to do that in front of him, this guy who didn’t have to help her if he didn’t want to. She didn’t want him to know just how much she depended on his intel, on his once a week updates, even if they reported practically nothing. She didn’t want him to know that what little money she did earn, and it was very little and very normal for your average high school drop-out, went almost entirely towards funding this pointless job. But Gretchen couldn’t help it, she needed to know, she needed to know something. She’d spent so many years all alone in the dark, she couldn’t bear to keep living like that anymore. So despite how hard her brother tried and succeeded to keep himself a hidden national treasure, that didn’t allow Gretchen the relief of giving up.