#flawedwrites

[devianttxrts]

“Be honest.” Aoife-Belle began, pausing for dramatic effect; perhaps for a beat longer than someone should pause. It had been a hard day - okay, maybe not hard, the Irishwoman conceded (if only to herself), but a long one. A drink (or two) was exactly what the doctor ordered. Her eyes flitted from the drink in front of her to the woman beside her. “If it was your decision and yours alone, no outside influences allowed, would you have used an orange umbrella? Not that I have anything against orange, but with a piña colada, really?” @flawedwrites​

[kiingdomforakiss]

@flawedwrites​ || based on: [ x ]

Amarie racked her mind, trying to think of what she was talking about. “Um-” She started as she took a deep breath and nodded. “I mean, I am sure I was there. I don’t know if we were like together at the event, but I was there.”

[hcmoheart]

‘‘if you’re so sure you can handle me, why don’t you start with taking off your pants?’’

@flawedwrites​

[lilacwiinearchive]

@flawedwrites​​ sent in ▲: addie and muse decide to go camping. addie reads the map upside down and they both become terribly lost.

“this should be the spot! why isn’t this the spot?!” huffing, addie reached into her back pocket to retrieve the map. they’d already been walking for close to an hour, even though their little hike should’ve been no more than twenty five minutes, and she couldn’t understand why they hadn’t reached their destination yet. “which way was i —” she trailed off, mainly talking to herself before she stopped in place, fussing with the map before she froze. “so… i have a funny story for you. really funny story, actually. you’re going to laugh when you hear it. maybe not now… maybe in like, a few weeks time, but uh  —  well, i think we’ve been going the wrong way this whole time.”

[archived-celestialmuses]

closed for @flawedwrites​

They were driving through a suburb now, only about 10 minutes away from Trillian’s grandparent’s house. Music was quietly coming out of the speakers of the rental car; since Trillian couldn’t very well take herself, her luggage, presents, and Casta on her motorcycle. “I can’t wait for you to meet everyone, I think they’re really going to like you. They’ll think you’re cool. Just like I do.” She said as they rounded a corner, her aviators glinting in the sunlight. “Is there anything specific you want to do once we get there? North Carolina has a lot of history museums and crap like that. Not to mention all the Christmas-y stuff.”

[paintingskylines]

closed starter for @flawedwrites !

despite the fact that winnie had a long day, she wasn’t tired. she was still a bundle of energy and her mind showed no signs of slowing down any time soon. when she felt like this, full of energy, she tended to go to places that some might consider childish. like the arcade or color me mine. today, she ended up going to the playground. she ended up seeing a few of her students who ran up to her and asked her a bunch of questions. she answered all of them with a smile on her face, playing with them. winnie ended up opting to go on the swings. there was a freeing feeling of being on t the swings. she felt someone tap her shoulder. “oh, sorry, did you want to swing? i know, i’m a little old to be swinging but who isn’t a child at heart?” she asked, before turning around to see who tapped her shoulder.

[tenderstars]

text | lennon & kaci

lennon: hey.

lennon: i found a bunch of your stuff at my place, what do you want me to do with it?

lennon: before you reply, please remind yourself i have your shit.

[harmcomforts]

     Despite Clementine’s protests about taking another interview, she couldn’t turn down some more money. The fund created for her college could only cover so much unless she got a job... and Clementine did not want to get a job. After almost losing everything, why would she want to delve deep into something meaningless? Pursing her lips as she stepped into the room, her aunt (who doubled as her agent) left her with a brief hug. She walked over to the interviewer and sat down, keeping her head held high. “Look, I don’t know how detailed she said this could get, but I have limits, okay?”                /  @flawedwrites​