#poisedfrailty

[oftermagants]

assisting in helping sophie zip up the fifth dress she’s tried on today, his facial expression turned serious and dawson lightly pulls on her straps. ‘you know taking them off your pretty little body is more fun than putting them on,’ he snickers but takes a look at the dress she has on now, enjoying the fit on this one more than the other two. ‘but i’ll say this one you can buy,’ he nods, sitting down on the resting chair and having her take a look for herself. // @poisedfrailty

[turbxlence]

@poisedfrailty ( from this meme ) !

   ❛ promise or no promise, i can’t stay here another minute! ❜

[heartonanoose]

@poisedfrailty replied to your post “I also still heavily need a Harry Styles fc to play against. BECAUSE...”

UH HELLO -WAVES ROBIN AROUND ON A STICK-

YESSSSSSS GIVE ME!!

[heartonanoose]

@poisedfrailty liked/plotted for a thing. 

“You can’t ‘ave that in ‘ere....sorry.” Alu spoke to the girl who was munching on chips at the table to her left. Looking over, she saw the other person quickly hide something and she laughed. 

“I saw that.” She pointed and gave a tsk tsk at them. “Come on. No food in ‘ere...” 

[oftermagants]

nattie was a handful especially today. bouncing around on the tips of her toes, she’s giggling at the serious face that’s given her way. poking a finger in between her mouth and lifting up her glass of alcohol. ‘you want some?’ she asks innocently, pretending as if she wasn’t given him complete and utter hell for the past other forty minutes. ‘tastes yummy, like me,’ she grins cheekily. // @poisedfrailty

[beatsiebcy]

@poisedfrailty

    “ here pal will y’go in there an’ buy me some smokes? guy on cash go’ sommat against me. “   probably the fact nox has been stealing from this place for the best part of a decade now. nothing major! gum, chocolate, $498.02 from the register  one time.

[sweetabtme-blog]

☆.｡.:* closed starter - @poisedfrailty

— NERVOUS! the glasses-clad boy kept his side job a secret. it brought in cash, though it wasn’t very secure and VERY UNPREDICTABLE. marcel’s wearing tight black shorts, a mesh, see-through blouse given to him by the other boys and girls working there, and he had  just been called into one of the back rooms of the strip joint, where his boss had told him to take care of a new client. his demeanor is on the edge of nervous, he shakes himself to keep cool.

what he walks into is his step-brother, plush pinks fall agape at the painfully and uncomfortably familiar sight of him. “ROBIN — !!” he nearly FALLS, shutting the door quickly and scrambling to stand before him. “what are you D-DOING here ?!”

[tragicalbeauties]

Text: Wrong Number

Ponyboy: Where are you?

Ponyboy: Are you lost?

Ponyboy: Where the hell are you?