#rigbies

[goldenhope]

@rigbies asked: " i just need a band - aid and a nap . i'll be fine . "

　　　❝ oh yeah ?? how many fingers am i holding up, then ?? ❞ two fingers are held in front of the other's eyes, though the struggle at focusing on the digits tells gwen everything she needs to know. ❝ mhm. thought so. how about you just relax, i think you knocked your head pretty hard out there. ❞

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬.

[goldenhope]

@rigbies asked: " oh my god ... are you bleeding ?! "

　　　❝ huh ?? ❞ her expression blanks briefly in her confusion, gwen reaching her hand up to feel against what she thought was sweat rolling down her temple. a flinch is given when her fingers brush across the wound near her hairline. ❝ oh - yeah a little bit. don't worry about it. i'm fine. i can barely feel it. ❞

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲.

[rescuefield-a]

@rigbies | starter call

if god actually exists, it's surely laughing at her from a cloud right now, like some cartoon for adults that looks stupid at first glance then slowly kills you inside by eviscerating all your darkest and deepest fears in the span of a few seasons - just like that, with no warning or apologies.

"i used to know a place names raccoon city." she says casually, though the memories that the little drawing on the other's shirt are all but casual, and they all come with a side of unwanted trauma and fear for her life. "made it blow up." now she's exaggerating just for the sake of sparking a reaction, but how far fetched is it in the end? "never understood why they hide inside trashcans - the raccoons i mean."

[cindheir]

(    ft.    @rigbies    )          📜  for  an  incorrect  quote  for  our  muses.

rigby  :    I'm  incredibly  fast  at  math.

giselle  :    alright,  what's  30x17?

rigby  :    47.

giselle  :    that's  not  even  close.

rigby  :    but  it  was  fast.

[day1ights]

𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍    𝐈𝐒    𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘    𝐈𝐍    𝐇𝐄𝐑    𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊.        writing    as    if    her    life    depends    on    it    ,    because    it    kind    of    does.        savannah    had    picked    what    she    assumed    to    be    an    empty    field    to    work    as    he    assumed    there    would    be    less    distractions.        her    label    was    pressing    her    for    more    music    ,    'girl    next    door'    is    doing    better    than    anyone    expected    and    after    her    small    tour    they    want    her    to    keep    the    ball    rolling.        little    did    they    know    it    took    her    years    to    write    that    album    and    now    she    is    working    with    three    months    at    maximum    ,    they    would    love    to    have    her    working    on    it    sooner    than    that.        (    luckily    her    manager    told    the    label    no.    )

she    is    humming    some    tune    she    created    that    now    was    stuck    in    her    head.        it    wasn't    a    good    tune    but    it    was    a    start.        it    did    not    match    the    words    on    the    page    at    all    but    that    didn't    mean    it    wouldn't    line    up    with    something    later.        a    defeated    groan    as    she    closes    the    notebook    and    leans    back    on    the    blanket    she    has    been    sitting    on.        shocked    to    see    the    other    figure    once    her    attention    is    back    on    the    world    around    her.        ❝    oh    !    ❞        said    surprised.        ❝    how    long    have    you    ,    uh    ,    been    there    ?    ❞

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