#theirnaivesister

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@theirnaivesister // x

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His head is still ringing from the thump that Josh -- Josh! motherfucker! still alive and playing them all for puppets! -- gave him, blindsiding him like a speeding freight train. And then Josh had the fucking gall to just leave him chained up by the wrists -- take my place, little brother; catch ya later.

Jesus Christ, how much later?

That saw still looks sharp. His stomach is still flipping. His arms ache. It’s freezing. He tries calling out again, throat stripped raw after shouting at Josh’s retreating back.

“Please... for fuck’s sake, get me out of here...” For some reason, he’s terrified to call out too loud. But what’s the worst that could happen? Josh could come back to check in on him and kill him with the saw even though it’s all just a prank! it’s just a prank, bro! shut him up.

Snow crunching underfoot.

“... Hello? Please get me down from here...”

[onlyjokesherebro]

[text] It’s not a good night if I don’t end up crying into your mother’s lap. ~theirnaivesister

txtmeme || accepting

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[text to: hannah🍌] -- and then your both crying. #Stellar.

[text to: hannah 🍌] -- please, hannah, she’s delicate.

[text to: hannah 🍌] -- go cry on diane.

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“Together, we make two halves of a whole idiot.” ~theirnaivesister

mrkplr quotes || accepting

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“You’re not an idiot, Han.” Head-in-the-clouds and naive and locked-in tunnel-vision, she might be (oh definitely, she is), but she’s not an idiot. He tugs her closer into a side-hug. “Not in the least bit.”

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"Can I be excused for the rest of my life?" -theirnaivesister

s p a n g e b u b || accepting

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“S’much as I’d love to say yes, Han, you can’t avoid volleyball. We all have to suffer.”

[onlyjokesherebro]

"Any particular reason you took your pants off?" -theirnaivesister

s p a n g e b u b || accepting

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“Relaxation techniques, Hannah. I call this one at home chill-out.”

He’s thankful that, today of all days, he’d chosen a pair of shorts to go underneath.

“Also, it’s my house, so.”

[onlyjokesherebro]

❝ please keep him safe. ❞ -theirnaivesister

richard siken sentence starters || accepting

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  The plea terrifies him immediately. What if he fails? What if Josh doesn’t want to be kept safe (ever the goddamn contrarian)? And a million other questions -- from what, from who (himself), how will he know (sometimes he does, and doesn’t).

  He can only promise to try.

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"Stop staring at me like I grew a second head." ~theirnaivesister

random starters || accepting

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His reaction is in slo-mo: dragging a middle finger down the right side of his face, and pulling at his lower eyelid. Gross.

“Howwwww aaaaaam IIIII looooooooooking aaaaat youuuuu, Hannnnahhhhhh?”

[onlyjokesherebro]

"talk about us" ~theirnaivesister (because chris and hannah are v important.)

Send me “talk about us” and my muse will tell your muse… || accepting

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What they define their relationship with your muse as: Well, we’re friends through Josh. But -- more than that, we’re like siblings; she’s like my little sister, and I’ve kinda been adopted by her -- them. So yeah. Non-biological sibs. :D

Something they like about your muse: She’s fun, and I like being around her. I mean, obviously, or I wouldn’t be adopting her as my sister -- you know. Even when no-one’s talking, I like being around her.

Something they dislike about your muse: Oh boy. Well, the thing with Mike. That’s not... good.

Their first impression of your muse: Pretty cute kiddo.

Their impression of your muse now: A peach, kind of a brat (rich kids, y’know?), and kinda starry-eyed.

How they feel about your muse: She’s my sister (more or less); I’m gonna look after her. Obviously.

Something they are hiding from your muse: ... I broke her glasses when she was in 6th grade. By accident. Don’t tell her.

Something they wish they could to tell your muse: I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry Im sorry im sorry im soryy imsory