#softbrawn

[springthings]

"his soul might be a sun. i've never met anyone who had the sun for a soul." — jandy nelson, i'll give you the sun ; for @softbrawn ♡ ( give rora edit permission with the 🖼️ emoji )

[heiresea]

@softbrawn​ sent: ( sms ) : wanna do fake proposals at fancy restaurants for free food?

texting prompts. / accepting.

( sms: gil 💫 ): That sounds more interesting than any of this political bullshit they want me doing.

( sms: gil 💫 ): Get me one of those candy rings and I’m in.

[tideridera]

INCORRECT  CORRECT  QUOTES :  14 / ?

ft.  @softbrawn  &  @clippcr

[angerbuilt]

[angerbuilt]

softbrawn​:

(   sms   -   del   )   i lovyou so much (   sms   -   del   )   did yu jnow yhat? i koveyiu my wifre (   sms   -   del   )   youre my wife!!!!!

( sms ) i love you too, baby ( sms ) i am your wife ( sms ) and you’re my husband ( sms ) i love you

[livevlarch]

@softbrawn​    ,    meme.

“    whatever  you’re  gonna  ask  ,  the  answer  is  no !    ”

[cruelos]

@softbrawn​ sent 💬 for a randomly generated line of dialogue!!

     “Why would you want to put yourself through something like that??”

[conquerlovea]

you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece @softbrawn​

if you had told audrey she’d be comforted by the son of gaston she would have laughed in your face ,  yet here she is ,  looking at herself in her compact mirror when it happens .   princess turns on her heel ,  brown eyes locking on his ,  ‘   do you really think so ?    i’m not sure MASTERPIECES are worth anything once they’re damaged .   ’

[gggno]

@softbrawn​ said:  [ alone ] / for uma

uma finds gil trying to treat himself.

the lost revenge is both a ship and home to the crew, and everyone found a habit to hide below the decks when they need some time alone. uma is the one least likely to exercise this option; yet every time someone stays there to sulk, the captain will find her way down the uneven steps.

gil is not good with words, and that often becomes trigger point to someone’s temper. even the crew, who genuinely care about each other, has a habit to make fun of him, every now and then.

uma spots him easily, for his blonde hair stands out even in the darkest corners. she heads over to his side slowly, careful not to alert him.

“ roughhousing gone wrong? ” she asks, crouching down in front of him. his top is stripped and tossed on the floor, bloodied and messy. uma reaches out, light fingers tracing down gil’s torso until she finds the opening wound. she curses under her breath. whoever responsible for this needs to own up to it, but that is not her current priority.

a palm presses upon gil’s chest, pushing gently. “ just sit back and let me help you. ”