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[afroktty-blog]

❝  hi... ❞  valerie  greeted  as  she  loomed  over  the  TABLE  of  this  mysteriously  handsome  young  man.  ❝  i’m  valerie,  i’ll  be  your  WAITRESS  today.  what  can  i  get  for  you?  ❞  she  knew  INSTANTLY  that  he  wasn’t  from  these  parts,  because  riverdale  was  so  small,  everyone  knew  EVERYONE.  ❝  i  don’t  think  i’ve  seen  you  around  before.  you  new  to  these  parts  or  just  PASSING  through?  ❞

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[annalisaillo]

Inspired by this really cool Afro punk girl I saw on the bus once. Someday I'll learn how to draw braids. #ink #inktober #punk #punkgirl #illustration #inktober2017 #realtough #lowbrow #sketchbook (at West Town, Chicago)

[nanlanmoarchived]

@realtough​ sent in  ❝ i’m meaner than my demons . ❞

“I mean, you gotta be, right?” she smiled a little, her shoulder rising in a half-hearted shrug, “Otherwise they win.”

[astarborn-archive]

“ hope is dangerous. ”

ally didn’t know how to respond to such a bold statement. it was clear that the two of them came from different paths in life, ally still remaining hopeful that things would get better as time passed. to hear such a pessimistic statement, one without a hint of doubt, was heartbreaking. she remained silent for a few moments to process. after what seemed like an eternity ally finally lifted her head to look glance at dally. the silence loomed over them, ally still refusing to answer, left hand raising to absentmindedly run though his hair. “you know what else is dangerous?” she kept her gaze on him, hand lowering back down to rest in her lap after a moment. “life— life is dangerous, but that doesn’t stop you from takin’ a breath each day. it shouldn’t stop you from hoping, either.”

[tulsababy]

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there’s a sea of drunken people crammed into buck merrill’s house for new years eve. and even then, the party seemed to die down as the intoxicated crowd wore down, fighting exhaustion to make it to midnight. gianna herself, could feel sleep creeping in on her from her seat at the bar. hazel eyes scan the room for any indication of the time, gaze settling on a wall clock reading 11:58. two minutes then she’d be walking her own drunk ass home and settling in for the night, she told herself. 

supposedly, fate had other plans as she spots no other than dallas winston across the room. a faint smile tugs at the corners of pink lips as she pushes herself up from the bar and elbows her way through strangers to get to him. “ fancy seein’ you here, dal. ” she teases softly, though she felt as if he was really the only person she wanted to see, in that moment. behind her, there’s the roar of the ten second countdown. without allowing herself a second to think anything through, she’s pushing herself up on her tiptoes, hand snaking around to the back of his neck so that she can press an unsuspected, tender kiss to his lips. their lips remain connected a few moments after the clock has struck midnight, gianna pulling away with flushed cheeks and a delicate laugh as she looks up to him. “ happy new year.. ”

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[tulsababy]

“Stay.”

frozen in her tracks, honey - hued eyes avert to the corner of the room, contemplating. was it such a daunting request? maybe not amongst the average person. but coming straight from the mouth of tulsa’s toughest greaser, it almost didn’t feel real that he could wish for her to stick around. yet, here they were, anticipating some response from the girl. hesitantly, her gaze returns to dallas, offering a soft nod. “ okay.. i’m not going anywhere. ”

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[tulsababy]

“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?”

“ shut up, i do not.. ” a light laugh passes pink lips, followed by a playful roll of hazel eyes. “ you must be hearing yourself somehow, i don’t know, dal. ” tucking a mocha tinted strand of hair behind her ear, she gazes up to the other with a smirk. “ you think i’m adorable? ”

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[killedinstead]

           “I don’t sound funny,” she said, trying rather hard to not sound annoyed. Whether or not she was successful was up for debate. “I’m British, it’s called an accent.”  

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