#driinkingproblem

[pedradical]

I came out to drink juice and make Hanna cry

and I've already finished my juice

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         Within steps, Zeke's hulking form flooded the threshold to the Pedrad's old apartment. Somehow, he just knew his little brother would be there. Sulking and pouting as he often did when Zeke left for Dauntless missions.

       He tended to make a big spectacle every time. You know, throw water over Uriah's sleeping body, place firecrackers in the shower and set them off just as he got out, but this time, he felt as if little Uriah knew all his tricks. And the only trick Zeke wanted to play this time, was that of a happy family. At least for the time being.

                                                        "-------Miss me?"

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Hi lovelies! Could you possibly make some icons of Luke Pasqualino as Freddie from the episode 10 of series 3 of Skins UK? Thank you in advance! :)

You got it sweetheart

-G

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                     "What's   that supposed to mean?"

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shop

Request something! Shop — I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours shopping.

Marlene had never seen the inside of a boys’ clothes shop before and she hadn’t really been planning to do that. What would she possibly be doing there, anyway? It was not like she was going to look for clothes for herself or any of her friends she usually went shopping with. Yes, usually. But usually was definitely not the right word in this situation, actually, she would rather use unusual. It had started out to be a normal day. She went to school with Lynn and Uriah and she had decided to stay at school until late so she could study in peace when Uriah asked her if she wanted to do anything fun with him. She had not seen his question coming — it felt like he was asking her out. On a date. When she remained silent and stared up at him in astonishment, he asked her what she did for fun with her friends. The best thing that she could come up with, was, “Oh, we go shopping a lot.” And ziplining. And we go to the park and we practise target shooting and we pull pranks on people we don’t like and a lot of other Dauntless stuff. But she had to come up with shopping instead of any of those things. Uriah didn’t seem to mind, though. After having some Dauntless cake after school he practically dragged her along to a shop Marlene hadn’t ever paid attention to. Now she was standing in the middle of this shop, staring around her somewhat cluelessly. Uriah, who stood next to her, asked, “well, what do you think?” “About what?” she asked and frowned her forehead. So many black and grey clothes — she felt very out of place in the shop with her blonde hair and red scarf. “Because I know what I think you should try on — like, everything. Everything will look great on you.” Why are you suddenly so forward, Marlene? Way to go. “Does that mean you like all the clothes, or does that mean you think I look good because all the clothes will look good on me?” Uriah asked, suddenly sounding very Erudite. He gave her his wide, amused smile, Marlene’s favorite, and gave her an asking expression before walking over to a rack with jackets. Marlene stared at him for a few seconds before she seemingly woke out of her daydream in which Uriah asked her what he should wear today while he was shirtless (like she would be able to produce a normal answer). She shook her head and quickly walked after him. “I think…” Marlene spoke thoughtfully. She looked at the jackets and picked one, which she handed over to Uriah. “This one. Oh, and you should try wearing it with this shirt.” She also gave him a grey shirt — Marlene personally thought that wearing black only was boring: she liked to add some color to her outfits and therefore also to Uriah’s outfits if she were to pick them. “Go try it on!” she said enthusiastic.Uriah left off to the dressing room and the image of him shirtless in front of her asking for advice on clothing suddenly appeared again. Something was definitely wrong with that brain of hers. Dauntless, but craving for books to reads and a certain boy to stare at, what was up with that, anyway. She felt like the result of her aptitude test could literally be anything. Screw it, Marlene thought. She walked over to the dressing room as well, ignored the salesman who told her she couldn’t be there and walked right over to Uriah. “You’re shirtless,” she concluded after staring at him. Are you sure you could be an Erudite, Marlene? Uriah’s look told her he didn’t quite understand what she was doing here, so she explained. “I just needed to see it. And I think you should be just fine without clothes, since you look good enough without them on.” “Oh, really?” Uriah asked: he seemed amused. Marlene nodded. “If so, then why couldn’t you tell me that before you suggested to go shopping? Because if you —” Uriah was speaking his mind, it was like he was telling her every thought that shot through his head since the moment she walked in, very Candor like. Marlene decided to shut him up. She took a step forward and pressed her lips against his in the midst of his sentence. It worked: Uriah shut up and it was very quiet in the dressing room until the salesman walked in and tore the couple apart by demaning Marlene to get out of the dressingroom."Let’s buy you these clothes and go on a real date. Go ziplining or something else stupidly Dauntless," Marlene suggested when Uriah came out of the dressing room after he put his clothes back on. "I mean, we both know I’m not allowed to go here anymore," both Uriah and her laughed. 

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thedifferentsonofzeus

"I thank (not) AJ for nominating me for the stupid ALS ice bucket challenge. It is, apparently, something that has to do with charity– and to be honest I'm not that much of a jerk to go against it." She rolled her eyes, when in reality she just couldn't turn down a challenge.

"So... Remember to donate and stuff." Lynn scrunched up her nose and raised the large bucket previously prepared. As if the freezing water wasn't enough, the ice cubes grazing along her skin sent a few shivers down her spine. "Fuck! Shit, that's cold!"

"Okay. Down to business– I nominate Marlene, Zeke, Uriah, Christina and Eric." She grinned. "And, why not, Harry. You have twenty four hours."

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kill

Request something!

Kill — I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.

When Marlene looks back on her sudden dead, she knew that anything, literally anything could’ve happened when she was put under that simulation and maybe she should be grateful nothing else happened but her dead. It sounded rude and cruel and she was aware of that — but it was her dead and she should be able to think everything she wanted to think about it. 

That night, she had the first nightmare she ever had in her short life as a ghost. Apparently her ghost form was very human: she slept, she ate and she drunk: she didn’t need it, but did it because she had been doing it for the past sixteen years. Some habits were hard to get rid off. She didn’t get a lot of nightmares during the sixteen years she lived, maybe one of two per year. When she got them, though, they were awful. They usually resulted in her refusing to sleep for the rest of the night, terrfied her nightmare will continue once she falls asleep again. And even more terrified for it to be real. When she woke up, she found herself in the headquarters of Dauntless, among the other loyal Dauntless. Apparently she fell alseep here. She slowly got up, yawning, and shot a look around to find either Lynn or Uriah. Lynn is lying next to her, peacefully asleep. Marlene thought Lynn only really looked peaceful when she was asleep, because she could be really bitter when she was awake. There was no bitterness or mean remarks to be seen in her sleeping best friend. She was just Lynn. Lynn, Marlene’s best friend, the one Marlene would always pick sides with even though she didn’t agree with her. Because that was how much she loved Lynn. No, Lynn was not suitable. She was different asleep and awake: too different. Even her unconscious had trouble with that. So her feet moved herself away from sleeping Lynn, away from the others she didn’t even bother to look at. She had a target and she was going to find him. She needed to find him, before something bad happened. He never even bothered to tell her and Marlene understood why now. While running through the underground halls of Dauntless, more and more pieces seemed to fit into the puzzle she was making in her head. Lynn, sometimes so seemingly dangerous, had never been a thread. Uriah, instead, was everything that a thread could possibly be. No wonder Tris and him had been first and second in the Dauntless initiation, while that should have been Lynn and her. The two of them actually played by the rules. A few minutes later Marlene arrived at the Pit. It was quiet — never in her life had she seen the Pit to be empty and quiet. It was a weird view and everything in her told her this couldn’t possibly be right. But, it was not like she was controlling herself. She took a gun out of the pocket of her black Dauntless jacket and pointed it in front of her, even though there seemingly was no one around. “Uriah!” she called out his name. It sounded like a cannon going off in the quiet pit, a cry for help maybe, but mostly an angered sound. She was stunned but at the same time annoyed by his guts. They weren’t friends - heck, he was the enemy.  "Marlene?" Uriah’s voice came out of nowhere, but he appeared next to her and gazed around the empty Pit as well. "What’s wrong? What are you doing here?" After she looked at him she put her gun back into her pocket and embraced him. For a second, she was actually happy to see him. Relieved to see he was here, he was here for her. He was alive, he was safe. Except for that he wasn’t. Uriah didn’t hesitate to hug Marlene back. Before he knew she had thrown him on the ground (she thanked the first stage of initiates training for her strength) and had the gun pointed at him. “Tell me the truth!” she demanded. Usually so nice and patient, now so annoyed and impatient. But mostly still angry — and possessed Possessed by the Erudite devil with blonde hair, the leader of the faction she had considered joining not long ago. Maybe she would’ve been safe there, but would she have been able to stand by and watch her new faction use her old faction to attack innocent people? “Tell you the truth about what?” Uriah was confused. Obviously he didn’t have aptitude for Erudite, like Marlene had. “Tell me the results of your aptitude test,” she answered, still with that demanding undertone. If it weren’t for her holding a gun she would’ve folded her arms, something she did while she was trying to make a point or get an answer from someone — maybe just a sign of stubbornness. She knew she was going to get the exact same answer as always. And she didn’t want to hear it, because she knew better. She pulled the trigger three times in a row and watched how the bullets hit her target. She didn’t stay to see the show or hear his last words. Instead, she threw the gun away and walked away from Uriah, away from the Pit and away from her live in Dauntless. Her job was done here. It could’ve been real. When she woke up, the first thing she did was hurry over to the bathroom and throw up. She started to feel more and more human by the second and it hurt, because she knew she wasn’t. Since that moment on, Marlene was officially grateful for her dead. It could’ve been Lynn or Uriah, and she would’ve hated that. Little did she know that the only thing she did was buy the two of them some time.

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defend

Request something!

Defend — I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours.

Marlene was on her way towards the train station. On her way? No, actually she had barely made it off the school grounds. She stayed in until late because she was working on homework. She couldn’t do that at Dauntless because she always got distracted by everything there: Dauntless was not a place to do Erudite things, that was for sure. She walked through the streets of the city, deep in thoughts, just minding her own business. It was busy around this time: everybody seemed to want to get home quickly. The Abnegation were waiting for the bus and Marlene spotted some Candors leaving the building of justice. And then, there was — Uriah?!She hurried her way over to the justice building, meanwhile excusing herself for running into two seemingly annoyed Amity members - way to be friendly. When she came closer she saw that he was accompanied by two Candors and three Dauntless initiates. She recognized two of them from the initiation last year. Apparently they were the newest additions to the police. Uriah definitely was in trouble. “Hey, what’s going on?” Marlene asked Uriah. He gave her a sad glare with puppydog-eyes, like he knew that Marlene couldn’t resist those, and wanted to answer her — but one of the two new initiaties talked before he could say anything to her. “Are you his lawyer?” I’m from your faction, you bloody idiot. Black clothes, earrings, a visible scar on the left hand — ringing a bell yet? Marlene nodded. She was Dauntless, after all. "Well, what is going on here?” She tried to sound as demaning as possible. She had once seen a Candor lawyer at work when she had sneaked into the justice buiding alongside Lynn and what she remembered was that he came across very strong and he knew what he wanted and how he was going to get it. She was going to have to pull that off.Uriah looked at her like he was going to kill her if he got out of this situation alive, but Marlene ignored her client and instead focussed on the police officer telling her what he caught Uriah doing. “This boy here was climbing on the building of justice!” And why was that a problem? We climb on things all the time, how are you not used to that. One of the two Candors nodded heavily. “We were just working on a very important, secret case when we saw him hanging in front of the window. He could’ve been eavesdropping!”"Well, was the window open?" Marlene asked. She wanted to roll her eyes and tell this person he was a bloody idiot, but that didn’t seem too professional. "Because if the window was closed, there is a 99.9 percent change that he didn’t hear anything." She folded her arms over one another. "We could just ask the boy if he heard anything. And if he didn’t, there is not a problem. Is that correct, gentleman?" She gazed towards the three policemen.The oldest one of the three hesitated briefly before he nodded. “That is correct, indeed.” Marlene never thought she would use the fact that she looked older than she was for pretending she was an initiate — especially not an initiate from Candor. She turned her gaze back to Uriah and asked: ”Well? Did you hear a word of what these people said, Uriah?” He shook his head."Well, in that case we are done here. Thank you for your time, gentleman. And you shouldn’t climb up to the justice building anymore, mister Pedrad." With those words Marlene shook the other Candors’ and the Dauntless’ hands, like she always saw the other Candors doing, and left alongside Uriah. “Marlene, what were you thinking?” Uriah groaned as soon as they crossed the street. “I was doing a fine job talking myself out of trouble. I didn’t need you.”"I don’t really care what you need or do not need. I just wasn’t looking forward to hearing the story how Zeke had to pick you up from the police station over and over again." She just shrugged her shoulders. "Can you believe the Candors didn’t even realise I was not one of them? Apparently you really only become a member of a faction once you pass initiation.""I can’t believe you pulled it off," Uriah already sounded less annoyed. “Me neither.”