#facepeeled

[iwassentodestroy]

@facepeeled ( continued from here)

She had just spent the last 30 minutes cleaning that carpet, and now she would have to do it all over again! If she didn't know any better she would have said that the young woman must be one of those Nordic types- they simply had no respect for fresh linens or clean carpets!

" Of course I know. I have been a laundress for more than 85 years, dear, I can get a stain out of anything!" she might be insecure about lots of things, but she knew that she was the best at getting rid of evidence. " It's best that you stop the bleeding first, or else I'll have to clean it over and over again"

[terr1fy]

copious amounts of strangers wandered into lockjaw, usually on accident, or just to pass through ; but some find themselves pulled to the small, georgian town. atticus wonders what this woman is doing in his home, standing near the only diner in lockjaw, staring out at the trees and the swamplands beyond that. 's'cuse me, miss,' the man steps up beside her, giving her a charming and friendly smile as golden eyes meet hers. 'can i help ya find anything? ain't much t'see, but m'happy t'help, anyway,' @facepeeled.

[chancestook]

“ LITERALLY WHATEVER, JUST blow them off, @facepeeled. you'd have way more fun going out with me tonight anyway. ” / sc.

[redheid]

@facepeeled ༯

— fancy a pint, or you bein sensible today?

[stalkcd]

When Laurie storms out with a swing of a glass door, all she can think of is how to release that built up frustration under a mask of professionals. As soon as she was out of sight, those piled up emotions burst through seams, mixing and blending into something alike despise.

The past always caught up with her. Even here.

The show is a worth of paying an attention for anyone around, as she takes few sprinting steps to bring her boot against a tire of a parked car with a growl. A model always parked by the office, one she had seen the boss step out. But when she feels one of the gazes linger on her, her shoulders lift and drop in a sloppy shrug. No mark left, she gestures. Much calmer after that sudden burst, she became uncertain whether the target of her rage had belonged to its rightful owner, or not.

"...I uh, I hope it wasn't yours... otherwise, I am not sorry the slightest." || starter for @facepeeled !

[sacrifaced]

Elena groaned down at her hand as she realized she'd already lost one of her press ons. "I don't even know why I try. I suck at putting these and I am NOT getting better." She sighed and slouched down into herself, defeated. It was a stupid little thing but she could already feel the cascade of noxiously negative feelings breaking containment and seeping into every cranny. It was barely 10am and her day, maybe even her week, was already completely destroyed. "And this was such a cute set."

starter for @facepeeled

[bellyflops-moved]

CLOSED STARTER: @facepeeled / (plotted)

Belly never really thought clubs would be her scene. A sort of fancy night club in Paris was a far cry from a frat party (or a house party you get wasted at as a teenager). But she was learning a lot about herself these days. And she was having fun. Just a little tipsy, and taking a break from the dance floor, she decides to approach the bar.

That's when she notices the woman beside her, who looked all too familiar. Belly scans her brain, trying to figure out where exactly she'd seen the other before. Then, it hits her, she was an actress. An actress whose name her brain was a little too fuzzy to provide.

Either that, or she had one too many shots already. She suddenly becomes aware of the fact that she's staring at the other. Belly then decides to (potentially) embarrass herself in another way now. "Hey, um-" a pause. "I feel like I've seen you before. Are you like, famous or something?" Cue an awkward laugh, "sorry if I'm being weird."

[handspike]

@facepeeled [ cont. from here. ]

adam  gets  in  for  free  too  -  circumstances  being  that  his  good  buddy,  reed,  runs  the  theater,  took  over  from  his  uncle.  it's  a  weekday.  he  should  probably  start  charging  for  tickets.  especially  if  he's  letting  every  pretty  girl  that  runs  past  his  window  in  for  free.  but  adam  sure  as  hell  wasn't  planning  on  paying  full  price  to  watch  bambi:  the  reckoning.

adam  doesn't  usually  come  so  late  on  a  tuesday.  but  he  didn't  feel  like  being  alone  in  his  shitty  little  apartment.  her  voice  pulls  him  from  the  ratings  logo  -  she's  talking  to  him,  and  he  takes  in  a  moment  to  just  look  at  her  face.

like  a  starlet  bathed  in  green.  then  it  flickers  black,  and  red,  and  white,  the  trailers  starting  as  he  nods  his  head,  cause  he's  still  in  a  sort  of  stupor.

he  snaps  out  of  it.  “yeah,  you  want  this  seat?”  he.  perfectly  centered,  and  she'd  gone  out  of  her  way  to  seek  it  out.  but  he  didn't  care  too  much  about  the  movie.  he  just  shifted  over  one  just  in  case,  “you  know,  i  don't  mind,”  he  smiles  towards  the  screen,  “this  seat  feels  even  better,”  cause  it  was  next  to  her.

he  feels  almost  sheepish,  then  tries  to  shrug  it  off.  after  all,  they  were  both  there  to  see  the  same  shitty  movie. 

“the  sequel  to  bambi  my  inner  child  always  wanted.”