#pnkb1tch

[parker66]

the way his eyebrows waggle makes her laugh in turn, a sucker for a flirt; she was the same, really -- he'd just beat her to the joke. briefly, her eyes glance over her apple watch, checking the time.. it was fine, she still had time. time to sleep it off, chug water enough to work anything out of her system.. fuck sake, she was going to give into it, wasn't she?

" one more drink, arlo. one more. then you are payin' for my cab, init? alright. " she necks back the dredges of her guinness. slamming the glass down and fixing him with her prize winning grin, " and you're buyin' the drink. " @pnkb1tch from here.

[tartt9]

@pnkb1tch asked //

‘it’s  you  that  i  came  for .’ [ from here ! ]

Well, isn't that a pleasant surprise? Jamie's lips curl up into a grin, a cocky smile rising, a mirror of an old expression he's grown out of, made anew. "Oh, yeah?" he asks, his eyes running over Arlo's body in a way that couldn't be described as subtle in the slightest. "Big man Arlo Thompson, coming all the way to Richmond to watch me play?" Jamie can't help himself - when one of the biggest movie stars in the world is asking after you and you specifically, well, it makes your ego grow, doesn't it? Makes you feel special. "Well, I'm Jamie, but you already knew that, didn't you?"

[metalsiren-a]

PROMPTS FOR YEARNING, LOTS OF YEARNING… // ACCEPTING .

                        ——  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬  𝐧𝐨  𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐢𝐭  𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐬𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫  𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬  𝐡𝐢𝐦,  a  hideout  the  two  of  them  made  all  their  own  throughout  their  childhood;  a  sanctuary,  tucked  away  from  the  pompous  events  that  his  parents  hosted  rather  frequently.  it's  quiet,  holding  a  small  corner  of  the  earth  that  is  all  their  own.  she's  sure  not  even  giselle  has  even  seen  this  sacred  place;  maybe  sawyer  shouldn't  feel  smug  about  that,  yet  the  feeling  remains  as  a  lingering  blemish  in  her  being,  a  vice  she's  struggled  with  all  her  life.  but  it's  not  about  her,  not  right  now.  there's  a  reason  she's  sought  arlo  out,  a  reason  she  treks  through  the  acreage  on  the  thompson  estate  to  the  small  cottage  quarters  at  the  back  of  the  lot.  it's  a  little  decrepit,  but  it's  been  a  while  since  the  two  of  them  spent  any  time  sprucing  it  up  like  they  used  to  every  summer.

                              there  are  lights  on  inside  and  sawyer  finds  it  amusing  that  the  thompsons  still  paid  for  the electricity  (  or  maybe  they  just  don't  notice  where  that  money  goes  ).  pulling  the  door  open,  obvious  footsteps  make  their  way  through  the  threshold  and  towards  the  figure  that's  sat  itself  on  the  couch.  he  doesn't  even  need  to  look  to  know  it's  her,  she's  sure,  and  thus  takes  a  seat  at  his  side  in  silence.  their  extensive  text  conversation  prior  to  her  search  for  him  tells  her  to  simply  sit  and  listen;  that  is,  if  he  even  wants  to  talk  about  it. 

@pnkb1tch : ❛  how am i supposed to do this without you? i can't. ❜

                              faux  offense  etches  into  her  features  as  she  lets  her  attention  fall  on  him,  hands  clasped  in  her  lap  as  her  head  tilts  and  her  chin  lifts  up  to  morph  her  lips  to  purse,  ❛  well  . . .  the  good  news — ❜  she  leans  towards  him,  shoulders  lifting  as  her  eyes  shift  their  attention  up  and  off  to  the  side  of  the  ceiling.  not  a  moment  after  does  she  relax  her  shoulders  and  her  eyes  find  his  face.  she's  fully  leaning  against  him  now,  shoulder  to  shoulder  as  her  hand  reaches  out  to  rest  on  his  thigh,  patting  it  a  few  times,  ❛  is  that  y'don't  have  to. ❜  her  tone  is  low,  still  holding  a  sense  of  teasing within  it  as  her  lips  pull  into  a  soft  grin.

                              there's  nothing  she  wants  more  than  to  reassure  him,  having  seen  the  way  the  tabloids  have  tried  to  spin  the  story  of  his  newly  ended  relationship. it's  ruthless,  demeaning  and  brutal  how  they  talk  about  him  and  giselle,  sawyer  feeling  fiercly  protective  of  both  parties  involved,  but  arlo  taking  priority  always,  ❛  i'm  right  here,  okay? ❜ 

[publicabsent]

@pnkb1tch. / continued.

she's tired. she's always tired, sure, but she's felt so observed the past few days. arlo isn't bad company, per se, but she feels as if she's a creature under observation rather than a person. he'd found her on accident, bringing little things to the ghosts of the cemetery to keep them from menacing the groundskeepers & nearby houses. after all, they're still just people. they want some sort of connection, even if they can't have it. (she understands that far more than even she knows.) selflessness has always been her strongest motivation.

there was an old man, rather unpleasant fellow, who'd perhaps been less than satisfied with her offer of conversation & trinkets. he'd gone on some unseen tirade about how he doesn't need any charity, or any help, especially not from her. the venom in his tone sapped what little energy she had left, the spectre of the man vanishing with the approaching steps of her living companion.

she's taken great care to keep a physical distance from arlo, more for his sake than hers, but she's so tired. annette's set her head against his shoulder before she realizes it. & then he wraps an arm around her, & she relaxes. maybe this is safer, after all, with someone else there. she closes her eyes for just a moment, jumping slightly when he pushes curls from her face. "m-m-m'f-fine ... ti - tir-red. h-he, um." referring to the ghost she knows he couldn't see. "s-sai - said he d-d-didn-n't w-want my, um. p-pity." a small shrug. nothing she isn't used to.

[allroundher]

@pnkb1tch. call.

ㅤShe looks insufferable and is keenly aware of it. Penny had sworn she'd never become a sunglasses indoors person, but that was before Kit Wallace had hit her in the face with a cricket ball. Now she's peering at Arlo over the top of her sungigs and, after a moment, pushing them back up her face with a grimace.

ㅤ“ Does it look bad still? ” she asks. That's desperation, that. The answer is so obviously oh, yeah, real bad, why are you showing your face in public. But miracles have been known to happen even to northerners and she's holding out hope that today's her day.

[mcmorare]

@pnkb1tch, continued from here.

Darling? Oh, this guy clearly thinks he's charming. Maybe some people fall for it - a few cute words in an accent, sure, there's a type of person who thinks that's charming. Katrina is the kind of person who takes a stranger calling her a pet name with a scoff and a raised brow, if not a quick retort. It was either a sign of guts or stupidity to talk to authorities like that. She knows that firsthand. 

She watches with crossed arms as he takes care of the two creatures, taking a mental check of the weapons on her person just in case. Admittedly, he does have skill - a bit of training and refining could do him some good, but skill nonetheless. Not that she’s going to say that out loud and feed into his already almost annoyingly confident demeanor. (As if she hadn’t gotten too cocky many times herself.) 

“Alright, so what do you want me to do about it?” she says, her tone nearly deadpan. “Are you trying to book a SHIELD audition or something?”

[tartt9]

@pnkb1tch asked //

❛ we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk. ❜

Jamie almost laughed at that. With his hands between his legs, his fingernails of his left hand picking at the calluses of his right, he kept his head bowed. "I'm Jamie fucking Tartt," he replied, as if that was an answer to his statement. "I don't know how to shut the fuck up." All in all, it had just been one of those days. Training went poorly, he was waiting for texts that he knew would haunt him when they came, but he was still looking forward to nonetheless [ why did Jamie want to hear from that wanker so fucking badly? ]. "It's just been a day and a half, Arlo Thompson. You ever make shit decisions that you know're shit decisions as soon as you make 'em? And then you're sat there, waiting for the consequences of your shit decisions to hit you in the face, but they haven't hit you in the face yet, so. It's just. Fucking. Waiting? That's what today's been like for me."

[ from here ! ]

[parker66]

" you don't understand. " there's water to her words, brows drawn together in her heartache as she stares at the man across the cramped cafe. the dingy little place had shut for the afternoon, but he remained, " when i said i didn't want to see you, i .. " rosebud lip wobbles, fingers wringing in her apron in an effort to keep her thoughts at bay, " i meant it. i can't keep going in these circles, it hurts. it hurts so deeply, it makes me ache. you make me ache. right here. " lithe fingers jab into her stomach, a single tear rolling down soft, down cheek, " i don't know what to do with that ache anymore. i want to.. no, we oughtn't. shouldn't. midge would be so.. so.. don't look at me like.. why are you looking at me like that? -- right, no. no, no, no! " suddenly her demeanour switches and there are several groans from behind cameras, " it doesn't make sense? why's he over there? shouldn't they be.. closer? can we please try it that way? it's stupid. " tanya allows someone to touch up her makeup and uses it to ignore the way her stomach flips when she comes closer, looking up at him with a baby - blue gaze, " do you.. mind? i just think it makes sense.. being uh, close. " @pnkb1tch