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[notsogeniusgirls]

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“Why the hell do you keep letting people beat the shit out of you? And what the hell did you do to piss so many people off? Like, what the fuck?” It may be none of her business, but she kind of feels like it is. It seems like all she's been doing lately is making sure no one finishes the job.

[sunsetsvibe-archive]

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   “ So. Let me get this straight. You’re telling me that I have to raise the little one, with -- them ? “ It might have been impolite to point at the other, but Diana didn’t really care about that right now. She’s not sure she’d ever experienced so many emotions all at the same time. She was knocked for six and she wasn’t entirely sure what to think. Surprise had brushed across her expression but, she wasn’t entirely sure why. It wasn’t unlike her best friends to pull something like this; perhaps it was their last little practical joke or - they’d created the will before the break up of their relationship and not bothered to change it. Both seemed pretty logical to her. She was so frustrated that she barely felt the tears that continued to sting her hues and trail down her reddened cheeks. “ You’ve got to be kidding me, that will never work. ”  She continues on, but it’s made very clear to her -- to them, that they don’t have much of a choice and she’s not willing to give the child up, not when she’s lost so much already.

[davidsincere]

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    He was going to hell for this, but he believed he was going to hell anyway so it didn’t concern him. He approaches the female with a confident, bright and rather charming smile on his features, though he was unsure of how well this would work -- he was going to try his best. Seemed as though her brother needed a taste of his own medicine, and he was happy to deliver the punishment to him. It might have been mean to get her involved, to hurt her when she’d done nothing at all to him, or to his sister -- but collateral damage happened at the best of times, that’s one of the first lessons his family had taught him. “  -- do I know you from somewhere ?  “  he asks, acting as innocently as a man like him can possibly muster, “ sure i’ve seen you somewhere before.. “ he continues on, faux thoughtfulness becoming more evident upon his expression.

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Don’t Step on My Broken Pieces

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“ok but a ‘your apartment is next to/above mine & i can hear you & your partner dancing & singing & the bed moving & you two laughing &talking in hushed tones & it won’t let me sleep so i bitch about it to you 24/7 & then one day it just stops & one day turns into one week & then months & i haven’t seen you smile in forever please let me in, i’ve been knocking for ten minutes’ au.”

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It was ridiculous she was still crying. She wasn’t weak...this shouldn’t get to her. But he was gone and there was nothing she could do about it. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t forget. Myah can feel the cold wall behind her back. Its supporting her weight. Without it she would have fallen over long ago. It’s been months since she’s smiled, or laughed. Most of the time she just feels numb to everything. She was doing good-so fucking good. Until she had returned home from grabbing a few groceries. Until she noticed she missed one of the pictures of him on her wall. Until she charged forward and punched the frame. 

Blood is present on her knuckle where her hand had hit the glass. It was a cheap frame and she isn’t surprised her hit had broken the glass protecting the picture. Broken glass lay around her, and the picture was face up on the floor. Staring. Her tear filled eyes were burning a hole in his smiling face in the photograph. She hated him for breaking her. She hated herself for letting him have that much control. 

The knocking had been going steady for awhile now. “Go away.” Her voice is weak, and she knows who it is. It’s her neighbour. The one whom has made her personal demise their personal business. Using her hands to push herself off the floor her bare feet pad over the broken glass and she heads to the door. Wearing sweat shorts and a paint shirt-her eyes are red and puffy. She opens the door-just enough as the latch will allow. She hasn’t undone it so the door is only open enough for her to see the other and for them to see her. Her voice is a weak croak when she speaks.  “If you’ve come to gloat because you’ve been able to sleep for the past few months I’m really not in the mood.”

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“Oi, Tony?” Last night a bigger mystery than who shot J.F.K. At some point they’d thrown a party — that much was obvious, but the Stonem residence was utterly ukered. Chris’ fingers smelt of last night’s splif and there was a specific taste in his mouth that he couldn’t quite pinpoint; this however may have been out of self preservation. He’d woke up sticky and stark naked. Typically such a combination was nothing to complain about, but as he moved through the Stonem residence with his junk cupped in his hands trying to find his mate (and his clothes) another situation was preferable. “Tone  —  you got any pants I can borrow?” He’d rounded the corner only to come face to face with his younger sister. “You are not Tony.” Surely it wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before but he felt a bit odd standing in front of sister. “Effs, it’s a bit breezy in here... You haven’t happened to have seen my trousers, have you?” Knowing him, they were probably outside somewhere, or in the last place he’d look. “Actually, better question, can I snag a pair of yours for now?” Who knew how long it would be before Tony rose, he could have been in there with ‘Chelle for all he knew. 

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[hautefilth-blog1]

She had told him she’d loved him. It was dumb but the truth had finally surfaced when Mandy Milkovich had thought — felt — that maybe, just maybe, he had felt it too. He hadn’t. So she ran. And she ran, and tried to forget. Kenyatta continued the abuse and for a while he’d even succeeded in breaking her. But like everything, when pushed to a breaking point — it fucking shatters. Mandy Milkovich had shattered. Her sharp jagged pieces plunging deep into his heart — again and again until he bled out all over the kitchen floor. Then she ran. She came home. Her brothers drove states over just to cover up her mess and once again she was reminded what family truly meant. Weeks passed and she finally found herself at the Gallagher’s. Ian’s room specifically — they’d spent the night talking in hushed whispers just catching up, trying not to wake Carl and Liam. Knowing Lip was away at college living his glamorous life had caused her to breathe a sigh of relief. Ian had run out to grab them breakfast, therefore when the door open she looked up with a smile  — starving and thankful for his return and the distraction. But when she realized it was Lip in front of her  — her smile fell and she froze. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be at college?” However it really just sounded a lot more like ‘what are you doing here’ than anything else. It’s not even that her words were malicious, but she felt exposed and those jagged little pieces really hadn’t even begun to heal.

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[hautefilth-blog1]

Sleeping at Ian’s was fine, ‘cept for the fact there were kids running all over the place and now thanks to Deb, babies crying was a thing. “The fuck?” Mickey mumbled out, coming too — only to come face to face with Carl swiping their condoms — the fucking condoms he’d just bought yesterday. The kid mumbled something and bolted out of the room as quick as he damn well could. “Carls a fuckin’ thief.” Mick shook his head as he flipped over onto his back, nudging Ian in the arm. “Kid took our condoms.” For most of their relationship using them wasn’t a habit the pair got into but... After prison, and after Caleb and .... The guys Mickey didn’t know about, being safe was better than sorry. 

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