#happythxught

[piiratica-blog]

✗ happythxught

        "I would like to say I expected that…           But no, I certainly did not."

[captaavea-blog]

"I don’t care. I don’t give a shit, don’t you get it? I don’t give a flying fuck unless it has to do with you. I love you.”

     ❝  stop it isaac. ❞  her voice is loud & it is a scream; alissa     sniffles but it doesn’t do her any good. she stares at him and     isn’t sure what to say to him besides to tell him to stop. what     can she say ? can’t say I LOVE YOU because alissa’s said it      before and she knows how terribly he takes it.

     she wipes the tears away with the back of her hand & part of     her hates him and wants to tell him so. I HATE YOU: its taste     is bitter and hurts her to even try to form.

       instead, she whispers: ❝ you don’t mean that. you don’t. ❞

[flynnisms-blog]

{ + happythxught, hiccyup, jamiexbennett, jjercules, xbelief }

                         ❛ Wait. Wait. Wait. Stop. What? ❜

[deadrhymes]

happythxught liked for a starter:

                ❝Huh? What's this about fairy dust and happy thoughts?                      I don't need any of that to fly. It just one of my many cool                      vampire powers, and I only needed to sorta die to get them.❞

[captaavea-blog]

"This has nothing to do with you.”

arguments/rows/quarrels edition.

      she’d gone off on him && it had taken so much out of      her that she felt lightheaded && the world spun. voice      rough && tired && annoyed, he scolded her for caring      for the thousandth time.  it was ENOUGH to leave her      breathless like this,   silently suffering from the cuts of      his words. they were deep enough that isaac might’ve      carved them in her brain with his swiss army knife.

      alissa was so close to crumpling. so close. NOTHING.      she laughed.   ❝ bull-shit. ❞   she almost spat it at him      because how dare he not know.   fuck.   didn’t he see      that his problems were hers            or did he just think      she’d stopped caring ??   ❝ that’s not an answer.  it’s      not and the fact you think it is I         ( … ) ❞  she stop-      ped. how dare he not know.  alissa was looking at him      with wide, worried eyes && she breathed.

                               ❝   everything to do with you                               has everything to do with me. ❞

[wiinterrose-blog]

happythxught

                                            ‘ there isn't much to do                                                                     here, is there ? ’

[captaavea-blog]

brushhhhh

running their fingers through my character's hair.

      in the beginning of the end the treehouse was allowed.   wendy’d      get to sleep on a mattress   &&   it was during her time in the tree      that peter would crawl into her bed in the late hours.   wendy had      never seen him be as gentle as he was then,  slipping into bed as      quietly as possible. she woke up every time  &&  pretended to be      fast asleep, mind off && away in some other world. but one night      he slid his shoulder under her head &&  she nuzzled into his neck      && there were his fingers in her hair.    his thumb was just slightly      above her jaw && she let out a sigh that landed on his neck.   &&      then a SILENCE. 

              it wasn’t the last time he held her but it was the softest.

[bravcdarling-blog]

happythxught

          Curse whoever decided it would be a good               idea to put Dylan & Isaac in a class together &               the teacher for seating them next to each other.               If he didn't like him before, he liked him even               less now that he was around his sister almost               constantly. Nope, he isn't going to say anything               to him, he's just going to sulk, as usual.