#fxgment

[butlcr-blog]

"Get down here and say that to my face!"

height difference starters.

           tense as he is, a small smile manages to tug at his mouth. while he has            never been one inclined to SMUGNESS, there are certain moments…

                       well, it certainly would serve as a distraction given their current situation.

           ❝ i can say with full-confidence that it would be much                        better for my physical health if i didn’t. ❞

[imprxssme]

"Are you all right?"

                               Hurt/wounded || Accepting.

    there’s a cut on her forehead, close to her left brow. ANNOYING but harmless. && her hand’s stained with blood ( probably from the guy she just hit, probably hers --- she wasn’t sure --- ) && she understands, perhaps, it was a bit alarming.

    yet, a smile grace her lips. SATISFIED with herself. && eyes, blue && deep fall on the blonde’s concerned expression. nodding slowly, she tries hidding her hand behind her back --- USELESS --- but involuntary.

            ‘ YEAH, I’m fine ---- it’s just a scratch.                              ‘ are you alright?.

[howalphasroar]

                   「 ☽ 」 ❛ your mom won’t stop pinching my cheeks. like, every time                                                   i see her                          is she always like that? ❜

[siinnerr-blog]

fxgment:  continued from here.

              He is a keen listener, ever interested in the               workings of another human being.  (Addend-               um, he has humanity, but not like hers.)  J-               ude smiles through the initial swearing and h-               apless accident, taken instead with her wor-               ds.  They’re what matters most about a pers-               on, he’s found.  And she is fascinating                         admirable.  A self-made gal with her own wor-               ld crafted in the palms of her hands.  He draw-               s lightly on his coffee before he responds.

                       “            I get it.  I had that, too.  Findi-               ng yourself stuck in a place that has nothing f-               or you.  Except I brutal-brutally forced my w-               ay out as well.”  And he means that in every s-               ense she has mentioned, but his mind is his o-               wn enemy when it comes to placing blame.               “Where’d you go?  After Vegas?”

                       He cradles his chin in one hand, the pict-               ure of genuine curiosity.  Fingers play round th-               e base of his cup, slender and fickle and blissf-               ully unburnt.

[seriaduxarchived-blog]

          ( SMS ; FEL ) how the hell did you get a chicken in gotham.           ( SMS ; FEL ) how did you even get it in here without waking me.

[butlcr-blog]

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what the FUck is this

a gift to mankind

[oliverqxeen-a]

“It’s 4 in the morning, is everything ok?”

He’s not entirely sure how he’d ended up here,he meant to take a ride — clear his mind fromthe constant c h a o s that swirled within him.Seeking her out when things showed signs offalling apart was a habit even he was unawareof.                      ❝Yeah — it’s❞     Pausing for a moment, struggling to     find an explanation as to why exactly     he was standing in her door way at four     in the morning                          “❝I was out — and❞He sighs — none of this is actually comingout in the words he needs and he’s realizedthis is the second time Felicity has reducedhim into a babbling nervous mess he otherwiseisn’t. Shifting his weight, his index and thumbrubbing together as his clouded lost gazefound hers.                       ❝ —- I didn’t K N O W                                  where else to go.❞

[butlcr-blog]

' and suppose i never ever met you? '

meme.

             ❝ then… i wager i would not have nearly as much knowledge as i do about                  america’s next top model. the void would be near impossible to fill. ❞

             lips quirk, clearly amused at his own humor, before he turns his head, gazing              at her fully. there is a slight obstruction due to the general fluffiness of the              pillow, but it causes no real reason of complaint; his body cannot help feeling              loose and content beneath the warmth of the blankets. really, he cannot              remember the last time he felt quite so… comfortable.

             ❝ —— i cannot bring myself to conjure up the thought of never meeting                                          you, felicity. you mean far too much for that. ❞