#poseflex

[inteeth]

slipping   into   the   diner   was   a   welcome   reprieve   from   the   cold,   and   he   blinked   wildly   to   adjust   his   eyes   to   the   fluorescent   lighting   inside.   he   reached   up,   pulling   black   hood   off   of   his   head   and   letting   the   fabric   settle   around   his   shoulders.   he   seemed   to   be   distracted,   looking   around   as   though   EXPECTING   SOMEONE,   before   he   finally   settles   into   one   of   the   booths.   hands   are   shoved   in   his   pockets   and   knee   jitters   anxiously   underneath   the   table   while   he   waits.   when   he   sees   the   familiarity   of   the   girl   approaching   his   table,   he   clears   his   throat   gently   to   get   her   attention,   slides   his   hands   out   of   his   pockets   as   he   straightens   his   posture   out.       '       ...   hey   bailey.       '       /       @poseflex

[dndaph]

’ Don’t leave me, okay?

LILO & STITCH QUOTES STARTER PROMPTS  /  accepting  !

a burst of anxious laughter punches out of his lungs in a humorless wheeze . ‘ you kidding me ? of course i won’t , i’d be toast on my own . ‘ hands trembling with adrenaline fumble as he tries to get the torch of his phone to turn on but he can hardly feel his fingers through the numbness of panic spreading up his arms . he’s not a fan of the dark , or confined spaces , and being in a situation where the two congeal to one piss poor situation is pushing all of his nope - buttons like a monkey on bongos . ‘ could you try the door again ? like , maybe it’s pull and not push .  ‘

[burntvice]

007. ❛ just point the spray - can at the lighter and FWOOSH ! ❜ (rowan vc this is how u commit arson bailey)

Bailey and Rowen were… a pair of unlikely friends. Upon seeing her, Ro definitely didn’t think she’d get along with the preppy girl, but she had been pleasantly surprised. Of course, though Ro is very rough around the edges, she does her best to make friends with any other members of the club - each other were all they really had, after all. 

Bailey had texted Ro asking her if she wanted to come hang out - to which the red haired girl had sent an idle text back saying she was “out bein’ a rebel”. She hadn’t expected in a million years that Bailey would ask to tag along, yet here they were, in front of an old worn down shack outside of town that Ro had been scouting for a while. 

When Rowen brought out her spray can and lighter from the pockets of her hoodie, she turned around to look at the girl behind her, a small smile on her face. 

“Alright, let’s do this!”

She grabs onto Bailey’s wrist and brings her closer to the tiny shack, lifting her hand and pointing the spray can. She brings up her lighter with her other hand, and sure enough, fwoosh. Rowen laughs, her eyes sparkling as the wood starts to burn. She flips her lighter closed and holds the can out to Bailey.

“You wanna try?”

[lockpiks]

[ 📲 • do-re-mia ] None of this is Kaz' fault. You're upset and I get that but it's no reason to point fingers :(

[txt:] wait….. are u really defending the girl who’s insulting me all over twitter? am i SLEEPING right now or something? 

[swiftattacker-blog]

[ 📲 • sms ] —— hey there ! remember me ? 😄

[ 📲 • bailey ] what, like i’d forget you?

[ 📲 • bailey] not after you spoiled me with left-over desserts, at least.

[suckrrpunch-blog]

“don’t you dare let go!”

“Is it cool if I just like, close my eyes for a second…” He’s blinking back a wave of blurry, concussed nausea, cold through the fingertips and feverish in the cage of his skull. Bailey is the only reason he hasn’t slumped over in the dirty, mouldy tunnels, and he gives her a faint smile. “Don’t yell at me, I’m trying, I swear,” he laughs, and the sound is watery. Graham lifts a hand from his side, regards the thick, dark red where he’d stumbled, fallen from a Lucid’s grasp, down, down. He closes his eyes, eyebrows furrowing down in a concentrated effort to stay conscious. “I’m scared, Bailey.” Please don’t leave me here.

[suckrrpunch-blog]

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) u being pissed is like the same thing as a carebear being pissed

( ✉ → sms ) drink water tho ok. im gonna be at the party later if u need a ride back 2 clubhouseee

[suckrrpunch-blog]

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

“Don’t touch me–Don’t fucking touch me–” Panic tastes like iron in his mouth–it drowns him, chokes him out, and he’s twisting, stumbling away from the blurry figure in front of him. Two hands shake him at the shoulders, and suddenly it’s not the Lucid’s ghoulish features, it’s not the far-away voices hissing in his ear, it’s Bailey, eyes wide with concern. He stops struggling with her in a horrified instant, eyes flashing around the tunnels in a disconnect. “Where am I–” Bailey is the anchor, steadying the keel of the tipping boat that is his emotional state. “Was I– Was I asleep? I thought– you were them.” You’re okay, you’re okay. Graham. He blinks,  dizzy on his feet, stares back at her with his remorse. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”