#pcssibilities

[winndowsvista-blog]

@pcssibilities liked this for a shippy starter.

“you have no idea how happy i am to see you.” the dejected, tired frown winn had worn for most of the day dissipated at the sight of ella almost instantly. the corners of his lips curled upwards into a small, albeit light, genuine smile. her positivity and generally sunny disposition was always a very welcome presence in his life, but especially on days like this: days when nothing seemed to be going his way, when he just wanted to crawl in bed and pull the covers over his head and pretend that it was already tomorrow, a day bringing a fresh start. “it’s been sort of an ‘i need ella’ kinda day.”

[sexistterm-blog]

@pcssibilities.  —  cont.

   ❝ maybe not, but it’s the only thing i can eat right now that doesn’t make me want to throw up. ❞ and with that, she stuck the pickle back into the jar of frosting before taking a good sized bite out of it.

Rebecca presses her knuckles to her lips just in time to stop an audible gag from escaping. It’s a train-wreck she really, really wants to look away from.

         “Oh my god, dude  ---  dude. Oh my god, stop, is that frosting?”

[songslight]

pcssibilities replied to your post: okay I’ve lived in vermont my whole life like a...

4 INCHES NOT FEET YIKES we’d be underground

nicole...  we have 14 inches already...  we’re due for over two feet by the end of the storm...

[scintjimmy]

@pcssibilities​ || a lyric starter (accepting)

                          ---- chip on my shoulder, legally blonde the musical

             “ so go on, here’s my head---- just hit it with a rock. ” jimmy was always one of those dramatic ones, wasn’t he? then again, someone in his predicament probably needed to be hit in the head with a rock anyways. something to knock sense into him.

[flowerpledged-blog]

“i cannot follow the opera or even listen to the music.” she tells her friend petulantly, tugging at the chain around her neck with annoyance. in truth she’s just being difficult, the opera amuses her. but she’s in no mood to admit that. @pcssibilities liked for a starter

[styledevoted]

➺ @pcssibilities cont. x

“you don’t like it here,” he murmurs pointedly, though she’d never vocally expressed her discomfort with being in the hospital ( visiting or otherwise ) but it was apparent in the way she moved and her insistences that she was okay being at his side. ella didn’t need to justify it, didn’t need to explain. whizzer just didn’t want her to feel like she had to stay if it put her at true unease. so he returns the gentle squeeze of intertwined fingers with a dry smile.

“besides, you’ve got a million other things to do that are more productive than sitting around here. i won’t take it personally if you go get a decent coffee or something without me. i know how bad the coffee here is.”

[styledevoted]

@pcssibilities - so i know today was tough for you and that life in general hasn’t been the best lately so i hope this quick bit of whizzer doing ella’s hair helps cheer you up a little bit!!

[styledevoted]

➺ @pcssibilities​ cont. from that cute prompt

“see, now i’m offended. like i’d ever make you look anything less than undeniably stylish. please.” 

faux indignation laces his tone as deft fingers weave through her hair, neatly tying it into a french braid. admittedly, her hair had looked perfectly fine before whizzer had pounced upon it to style, but a braid would suit her ensemble much better, and she was one of the few people who actually let him do their hair. he wasn’t going to pass this chance up.