#otp:tbd

[maxmcyfield]

NICO + FREDDIE - a ship chart ( @mitchierps )

[maxmcyfield]

♡  charlie gosselin + suzy jeon  ♡  (  @mitchierps  )

[tvskaa-aa]

“ god , just let me fucking love you , you idiot! “ ((Ivy @ Ares)

random sentence starters // accepting // @bujianle

❝ what ?  what are you talking about ? ❞  a child’s toy came in contact with his face then fell onto the keyboard of his laptop – a plush doll. their daughter’s plush doll… their daughter.  where was she?  he had been too wrapped up in work to notice whether or not ivy had put her to sleep? his lips parted to form words but he gave his head a light shake and motioned for ivy to come closer instead. his love. ❝ sit with me, i’m almost done. we can order takeout and watch a movie afterward. how does that sound ? ❞  ares was hungry, but if you asked him… he would tell you that he was famished. exaggerate as always. putting an arm around her, he nuzzled her shoulder, the smallest smile on his face. 

[eggzy]

Text: I fell down the stairs and… well, I’m in the ER.

TEXT MESSAGE FROM ASTRID TO RAYGUN ;

[ astrid ] WHAT[ astrid ] are you fucking SERIOUS?[ astrid ] I’ll be there soon[ astrid ] tell the nurse to stop bothering you[ astrid ] and don’t talk about your health insurance till I’m there[ astrid ] and stop texting me[ astrid ] you’re injured, aren’t you? REST

[eggzy]

Astrid and Raegan for the "send a ship and I’ll tell you who" meme!

Gives nose/forehead kisses: TOTALLY Raegan. If Astrid ever did it, it’d be while she was asleep or ill.

Gets jealous the most: Definitely Astrid. He realizes what a little ball of sunshine Raegan is and doesn’t really want to share her

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: Well, Astrid does not drink at all so maybe he picks up Raegan from the bar?

Takes care of on sick days: Raegan falls ill the most so Astrid’s often hovering over her, making sure she’s well hydrated and getting enough sleep

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: Raegan would totally do that to Astrid. He’d put up a fight but would lose in the end and get in the water.

Gives unprompted massages: Astrid actually probably? 

Drives/rides shotgun: Astrid drives and Raegan’s in the shotgun, but that’s only because he’s such a control freak.

Brings the other lunch at work: Maybe Raegan? Astrid gets so busy with work that he often neglects to eat.

Has the better parental relationship: Weeeeeell since her parents are gone and his mother was quite the terror, neither!

Tries to start role-playing in bed: Uhhhhhhhh shit. Maybe Astrid? But he’d feel so silly while doing it and it only makes her laugh??

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Drinking aside, Astrid’s quite an atrocious dancer.

Still cries watching Titanic: Raegan.

Firmly believes in couples costumes: Raegan. Astrid would hate it though because he gets embarrassed so easily but she would insist! 

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: Astrid would! He’s pretty stingy with his money most of the time but for someone he loves, he doesn’t mind spending it!

Makes the other eat breakfast: Depends on the circumstances. If she’s unwell, its him forcing the food down her throat. It’s just typical everyday, its her.

Remembers anniversaries: Both do!

Brings up having kids: Raegan does and it frightens Astrid but he relents because he knows it’ll work out if it’s with her.

[coopercaelinhewitt-blog]

the kind of girl you like.

Cooper ran her hands swiftly over her chest and down her backside as she followed the guitarist she had seen so many times before back to the back. Girls reached for him and he waved them off or lifted his head interest at them. Cooper wasn’t bothered by it – that was their life. They got to pick and choose who they wanted and no one was ever a stable figure in their lives, not even their parents. But they were all old enough now for that to not really matter.

She had watched girls come and go in true band groupie fashion: in one night and out the next. But somehow, she had managed to continually slip backstage or into the tour bus and just sit with them. And maybe she’d on his lap…if he wasn’t being a complete jackass. And the other boys would give them a hard time and she’d throw a pillow or he’d roll his eyes. But somehow, she always managed to be backstage with him. And despite their often cold demeanor toward each other, there was something to be said about consistency in a business and the day in age of which they were in.

The boy leading her pushed the door open carelessly and other giggles emitted from the small room. Apparently he already had other girls back here. Time to put on her game face. When she broke the plane and was in full view, she shifted her red hair to part the other way, long tendrils falling against her back and shoulders in a way that spoke volumes. She caught her bottom lip, painted in red, between her teeth for just a moment, scanning the room briefly before finally locking eyes with him.

One look up and down and she shifted her weight to her other side, lifting a brow his way.

[coopercaelinhewitt-blog]

[TEXT.]

[To Andrew.] So, I assume you're still playing tonight despite the fact that you never did text me to confirm this...?

[coopercaelinhewitt-blog]

001. i hate it when you call me that.

“Mommy! Mommy! Look!”

“Shhh, Coope, not now. Mommy is reading…”

A five-year-old Cooper Hewitt was waving her latest creation in front of her face, praying that her mother would look up from whatever trash romance novel had consumed her this time. But, much to her dismay, her mother waved her off again. Cooper slumped her shoulder and sighed, turning on her heels to slowly drag herself back to her Little Tykes Create-A-Masterpiece-Station.

The piece of paper, slowly crinkling between her curling fingers, depicted Cooper holding hands with her mother next to a rather large sunflower. But Cooper, in her fit of anger, ripped the half of the paper containing her mother from the half with her drawn on, and threw it to the ground. She slathered glue onto another piece of paper and stuck her half onto it. She covered the new piece of paper with flowers. Flowers above her, below her, surrounding her. Her crayons dug into the paper with such force that the paper ripped, splitting her new creation into pieces.

And then. Then she cried. -- “Damn it, Coope, shut up!”

A seventeen-year-old Cooper Hewitt shut her mouth quickly and gritted her teeth.

“You know I hate when you sing along with songs on the radio…”

Cooper nodded silently and straightened her back out against the seat. Her boyfriend of six months had a temper that she didn’t dare spark for fear of the bruises he had left on other girls. But he was different. If he wasn’t different with her, she’d end it. But he would be different with her, right?

Right. Until three weeks later when she came home with a black eye. And no more boyfriend. -- Being ignored, waved off, reprimanded, or yelled at was just part of growing up. Being greeted by those kinds of behaviors was why she acted like she did now. A take no shit, answer to no one attitude was her usual demeanor. And she certainly wasn’t going to let a pair of brown eyes melt her that easily.