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[damnmechanicd]

❛  how are you even still alive?  ❜  her question harbors true curiosity rather than the bitterness that she’ll always hold for him. there’s far too much happening for her to linger long on the source of her pain, not with it having been the cause of her latest downfall. despite that, she doubts that she’ll ever be more than selectively cordial with him       she doesn’t see that he’s changed.  

❛  jaha never mentioned what happened to you.  ❜

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[mechafallen-blog]

@enduringwill​. ❀

            ❛ .. don’t. ❜

[ernig]

So i head out on a ride to my mates place and 10km into my ride this happens 😡😡 I am not entirely stoked on the idea of walking back home 😂😂 #fml #miffed #mtblife #mtbsouthafrica #mtb #cycling #cycle #bicycle #bike #cyclingstuff #cyclingworld #bicycling #madmanstuff #life #fun #murphieslaw #photooftheday #pictureoftheday #training #worldwide #suchislife #fbomb 😂😂😂

[mechafallen-blog]

22. Leaning their head on mine’s shoulder tiredly

PLATONIC TOUCH. accepting ! 

            Weekends where her parents and sister are out of town allow her to forget that he isn’t really hers. His presence replaces theirs within an hour of their departure, car parked a block away as an insisted precaution. She greets him at the front door with a grin, with reassurance, with touches she has to suppress at any other moment. Their relationship usually manifests itself in deleted texts, stolen glances across school hallways, hushed phone conversations; the seventy-two hours they’re allowed to have together makes it feel real.      

            The night winds down to an all-too-familiar scene: they sit perched on the roof outside of Felicity’s window, hips and arms pressed together. A joint makes its way between their fingers, smoke escaping with each breath, lingering with unfiltered conversation. Words don’t bother to come up to more than a mumble. Lips lazily place themselves on temples, on cheeks, in the crooks of necks.  

            Felicity is mentally locating her keys ( for the inevitable midnight run to the gas station for frozen cokes and Flamin’ Hot Cheetos ) when she feels his head suddenly settle on her shoulder. She turns to peak at him, smile slowly tugging at full lips as eyes soften. She buries her nose in his hair, places a kiss at the top of his head. ❛ Somebody’s sleepy. ❜ 

[basiicphysics-a]

[text] I am trying to think of a way to make alcohol cupcakes

( TFLN starters | ALWAYS accepting )

[ text ;; papa smurph ] PUT IT IN THE ICING BC IF YOU PUT IT IN THE CAKE PART ITLL GET HOT AND ALL THE BEST PARTS OF ALCOHOL WILL DIE[ text ;; papa smurph ] OH OHMG INJECT IT INTO TH E CUPCAKES AFTER THEYRE DONE LIKE WATERMELON[ text ;; papa smurph ] AND THEN INVITE ME OVER AND LET ME EAT LIKE TWELVE[ text ;; papa smurph ] twenty*

[mechafallen-blog]

43. Sharing a blanket

PLATONIC TOUCH. accepting !

            Sleep hasn’t come easy since the day she and Earth first met. Earth lacks the Ark’s lullaby of machine hums, the Sky Box’s lumpy mattresses, the delinquents’ curfew. At camp, she focuses on the rustling of the leaves, curls up in a sleeping bag, waits until the sun threatens to rise until she gets back to her tent. In Mount Weather, false safety works just as well as a sleeping pill, manifesting itself in new clothes and bunk beds. In the newly-established medical department of Arkadia, she has no choice; exhaustion swallows her whole, introducing night terrors that rip her from unconsciousness – the screeching of a drill, of a person; pain violently twisting into the back of her thigh; blood, blood, SO MUCH BLOOD – 

            However, in the quiet halls of Arkadia, a place the Sky People have finally made into a home, she finds peace in a person just as sleepless as she, with markings on his arm just as long. The first insomnia-fueled time she goes to Murphy for comfort, spending the night is an accident; she awakes on his bed, sitting up with her head leaning against the wall, and scurries out before he regains consciousness. But over the course of a month, accidents turn into habits; her bed becomes untouched, and his becomes a little too full. 

            Felicity lies on her stomach, half on top of the thin blanket, head facing the door; Murphy lies behind her, back pressed against the wall. A comfortable silence settles between them, allowing her to slip into that place between asleep and awake. Right as her eyes begin to flutter shut, a small tug at the blanket interrupts; several more swift tugs follow until the blanket has slipped out from underneath her completely and, instead, drapes over her as well as him.  

            The brunette shifts slightly, turning her head to face him. A soft smile paints itself across full lips as she studies his face. She allows a pause before scooting closer to him, moving onto her side and curling in until her head meets his chest. Colored eyes shut just as a hesitant hand settles on her bicep, thumb comfortingly brushing back and forth. Shadows envelop them too well to see the new additions to their matching marks.