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oc sc. –– @noliight

     “I like you. Fuck. I like you a lot, Tristan.”

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someone come take rowan away from me. i am putting her up for adoption.

@noliight

[singingsoftlytothedawn]

"C’mon, Tris,” Will encouraged, looking to his castmate brightly, “it’ll be fine, I promise. I only ate... let’s see... twelve onions and eighteen cloves of garlic at lunch? That’s okay, yeah?”

The next scene they had to shoot was the romantic climax of the film, which, of course, had to involve a kiss. He laughed at his own joke, but it sounded a little nervous, and beneath his costume, his heart was pounding.

@noliight wanted dumb dorks in love

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callout post to @noliight because rowan is hurting my heart and needs to be stopped.

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😡 FOR PENNY FROM QUINN

S t a r t e r s (always accepting).

“It’s okay, Quinn.” Penelope said, looking to the other girl with a small, sad smile.

“People always call me a freak. It’s just what I am, you know?”

She reached up a hand, rubbing her jaw and the side of her face, already reddening and bruising.

“But they didn’t have to call you one too. That’s not right! And if this is what I get for telling them the truth,” She gestured with her free hand to the side of her face she was holding with the other, “then that’s what I get.” She shrugged, casting her eyes downward.

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Ashcroft Chambers & Sherlock Holmes

@noliight --- do not reblog unless you are rowan!!!

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 I was clearing my likes &... essentially, if you hear me mention Pi.nterest --- run.

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♥ @ WILL FROM YOU KNOW WHO

Send in ♥to give my muse a smooch! (always accepting)

Will slid out the baking sheet from the oven and had just set it down on the counter when he felt familiar arms wind around his waist.

The gesture never failed to earn a smile from him, and he turned around to face Tristan, eyes sparkling. The smile only grew as their lips pressed together gently, Will resting one oven mitt clad hand on Tristan’s shoulder, before gently sliding the other oven mitt off to reach up and cup the other’s face properly.

Once they pulled away, somewhat reluctantly, Will’s smile evolved into a grin, fully aware of his somewhat ridiculous appearance. He was wearing an apron that he had gotten from God-knows-where, there was flour in his hair, and a dollop of batter on his nose.

“Made your favorite, Tris,” he said sweetly, before tilting his head and kissing his cheek.