#plasticus

[knewjoy-a]

@plasticus​ said:  ‘ please, trust me. ‘  starters for quiet muses.   accepting!

she is quick to tuck her bag underneath her arm,  just as soon as it is handed back to her. nothing in sophie’s life has been easy, that much she knows, and so being on the defensive is not something is is unfamiliar with. since she was sixteen, it has only been her. a small flat with only the essentials, textbooks scaled along her floor, bits and pieces of music scattered around them. it is all that she can do to get by, and the last thing she needs is some stranger taking away one of the few things that brings her any semblance of happiness.

skeptical green eyes turn upwards, brushing the dirt off of her black uniform, already littered with food from the scene she had caused just moments earlier. yet another wedding that had to be left in a rush because of her bosses incompetent scheduling.  ❝  give me one good reason why i should.  ❞  

[mcmachine]

@plasticus​   //   jackson avery.

“you’re  ...  worrying  too  much.   i’m  fine.”   it’s  not  entirely  the  truth  given  that  car  accident  had  very  nearly  claimed  her  life  ––  it  likely  would  have  if  owen  had  not  come  looking  for  her  &  been  so  persistent.   the  long  extension  of  cpr  had  cracked  two  of  her  ribs  for  the  price  of  saving  her  life.   between  that  &  the  new  scars,  it  wasn’t  exactly  the  worse  trade-off.   her  legs  don’t  shake  when  she  walked,  but  the  anomic  aphasia  was  certainly  having  a  toll  of  her  own  frustration  with  herself,  with  recovery. “my  mom  said  she  could  stay  with  me  for  a  few  days.   i  think  amelia  calling  her  scared  her  senseless.”

[keftius]

@plasticus​ asked:  “You look like you could use a coffee.” 

WEARY  HEAD  WHICH  ONLY  MOMENTS  AGO  WAS  PLANTED  UPON  THE  WOODEN  TABLE  OUTSIDE  THE  COFFEE  STORE  PERKS  UP  when  he  realises  he’s  being  spoken  to.  he’s  been  in  seattle  for  perhaps  an  hour  after  travelling  from  greece  and  the  jetlag  was  hitting  hard  ;  it  had  been  the  first  attempt  in  MANY  years  flying  that  distance  (  usually  opting  for  sea  travel  where  he  felt  more  at  ease  )  and  within  the  mass  mayhem  of  it  all,  theseus  had  realised  the  money  he  had  changed  before  arriving  there  had  been  lost  in  transit.  with  it  being  somewhat  early  in  the  day,  not  only  had  his  hotel  not  allowed  for  check  in  yet  but  he  had  no  clue  where  places  were  to  get  the  money  he  did  have  on  him  changed.  

still,  he  tries  his  best  to  give  a  polite  smile.  most  who  saw  him,  he  figures,  had  either  ignored  him  or  hadn’t  realised  he  was  there   -----  or  mistook  him  as  someone  homeless,  which  he  guesses  wasn’t  entirely  wrong.  one  hand  holds  onto  a  leather  satchel  for  dear  life  which  is  planted  besides  the  chair.

❛  and  i  would  be  having  a  coffee  if  i  had  not  lost  my  wallet.  ❜  an  awkward  laugh  follows  through,  now  relaxing  back  in  the  chair  to  straighten  his  back.   ❛  the  staff  have  been  kind  enough  to  let  me  stay  and  have  water,  though.  ❜  

[dralanabloom]

alana considered herself to be fortunate. throughout all of her life, no matter where she went, she always had people in her life that cared about her. perhaps not so much in the romantic sense, but in the sense that she knew no matter what was going on in the world around her that she could turn to them and they would wholeheartedly love her and be there for her no matter what. jackson avery was one of those people for alana-------------and she was one for him. they had seen one and other at their absolute worst and when it seemed as though the rest of the world had turned their backs on them, they were right there to pick each other up off the ground and lift them up towards the sun.

there’s hot tears welling up in her eyes, tears of frustration, anger and all of those emotions that she tried so desperately to push aside, and keep buried deep with in herself trying to surface up. She reaches up, way up, and grabs either side of jackson’s face, quite gently between her soft hands.

‘ yes, you will let me go alone. ’ she tells him, with a reassuring smile. ‘ but you’ll be here for me when i come back out, right ? that’s when i’m going to need you more than ever. ’

everyone processes things differently, and alana knew that she would have to be alone in order to be cooperative. ‘ i shouldn’t be that long. an hour. hour and a half max. ’ she places a sweet kiss to his forehead, and releases him so he can stretch back up to his normal height.

‘ i promise i’ll be okay. ’ 

*      ╰       ⋮     “ i’m not letting you go alone. ”  ━━  a meme (accepting)  ━━  @utrespirare​ / @plasticus