fortune favors

you've got my heart on overdrive.

[theslownights]

just a head's up if i have a thread or plot with you -- replies will be v v slow (i'm sorry!!!) because school is starting again tomorrow and i have my personal project due at the end of the month. so, please, bare with me.

[theslownights]

do you make your icons? :)

nooo i don't !! 

[gasolinc-blog]

          ❝ i’ll grab something on the way             home. ❞

[theslownights]

          ❝ you're breakin' my heart. ❞

[gasolinc-blog]

          ❝ i’ll have to pass. ❞

[theslownights]

          ❝ oh come on. your pride shouldn't           get in the way of your empty           stomach. ❞

[rictclub]

theslownights

"riiight, because sand is definitely a solid, sure you’re right."

[theslownights]

"want to prove me otherwise?"

[dupliciitus]

      blowing on the hot tea in her hands she sighs, looking around for the remote because the silence in the apartment is the worst part. knowing that she’s completely alone resonates in her bones and it leaves a chilling feeling in her. josephina questions just how many more times she can let this slide, how many times she can lie to herself and say it’s the last time when that’s more than likely not the case. she hears the key in the door and her eyes meet the face of the boy that she loves more than she will ever admit. she can’t afford to admit it because it would send him the complete opposite direction than she wants them to go. her lips turn up in a weak smile, eyes fluttering shut at his lips press against her forehead. “yeah, had a bad dream.” josephina lies, one of her go to excuses, and even if she didn’t necessarily have a bad dream she’s continuously living in one with this endless cycle they have going on.

[theslownights]

      there is nothing more he is afraid of than commitment and yet he has more than five tattoos on his body. but it's different. the idea of being with one person his entire life scares him because he knows how it worse -- the papers, the divorce, the trouble that comes with it and he's not planning on making his life harder than he already is. but he's trying, he's trying so hard to become a better person and to change his habits. he's doing his absolute best to prevent himself from going out every night and seeing other people by drowning himself in work. some days it work, some days it doesn't. one thing's for sure: he's a man of habit. and she should not have stayed, let alone waited for him. it's not right. she deserves to get a happy ending and she won't ever find it with him but he wants her to. she's the only good thing in his life. "don't worry, i'm here now." he chose his words carefully because saying that he'll always be there with her is a promise he can't keep. he needs to stop running away and he needs her to teach him how. "do you want me to fix you up a hot chocolate?" he offered her, eyes meeting hers.

[theslownights]

snapchat ✉ nicole

nicole: it's nothing cliff

nicole: .....yes.....maybe.........mainly yes.. yes really....

nicole: so self absored just like i remember i see

nicole: are you sure because i almost died with your burnt pancakes you know

cliff: right....can i see you then??

cliff: yeah i haven't changed as much as people think

cliff: ok that's just offensive you didn't almost die and they weren't that bad

cliff: i mean it could be worse but it isn't

[theslownights]

@theslownights

               liked this post for a starter.

        ❝ of course i had to punch her !! she                 was definitely asking for it. ❞ 

        ❝ ... how? you could've just                 ignored her. ❞ 

[dupliciitus]

      she’s sat on the couch, counting whatever cash she had made that night and tossing it in her bag before ditching it on the coffee table. she looks over at wesley in the doorway, a mischievous grin lighting up her features as he speaks. jada’s tongue slips out over her lips as she bites gently on the lesser, a shrug of her shoulders in response. “and what if your instincts are wrong?” she prompts before pushing herself up off the couch and grabbing a lighter before heading towards him.

[theslownights]

      "my instincts are never wrong," he paused to take a long drag, smoke billowed out of his mouth as he looked up to lock eyes with her. "i doubt you can try to prove me otherwise." but he would love to see her try. wes handed her the blunt, deciding that he has had enough for the day and that it was time for him to get his act together for tomorrow. knowing him, he probably won't be able to resist another if he was offered. he gave in to temptation too much; it's terrible. "how much did you make?" he asked, still confused as to why she decided to become a dealer in the first place considering she's the most fortunate person he knows. so many opportunities with that last name of hers -- opportunities she (probably) knows he yearned for.

[dupliciitus]

      he’s lounging about, enjoying the extended cable channels that katya’s place has as compared to his own. helping himself to whatever food she may have in the kitchen and pantry, a bag of chips and a sandwich to top off the night. dawson let’s out a chuckle at the movie on the screen when he hears the key in the door and he has to bite back a yawn. he waits patiently in the livingroom for her and when it’s taking her a while he gets confused. but finally she enters the room and the look on her face isn’t one he expected, neither is the bat in her hands and he lets out a chuckle at her question. “i guess i should have texted you before i came over. forgot what a paranoid person you were.” dawson tells her, a grin on lips at her reaction. “my bad, i just wanted to come over and hang out a bit.” he explains with a shrug.

[theslownights]

      "yes, you should have." the girl deadpanned, shooting a glare in his direction. there are a couple of things that she hates (perhaps couple is an understatement) and unexpected guests just so happen to be one of them. it ranks number five on her extensive list, number one being glee. that show should have ended years ago and she will argue with anyone who tells her otherwise. "how did you even get in?" she doesn't recall giving him a key but is she really surprised? this is not the first time dawson has shown up in her apartment uninvited -- besides, she was fine with it. it's no secret that she is extremely fond of him and his little girl. if anything, she regarded them as family. katya settled down on the couch and grabbed the bag of chips in front of her. "so, what are we watching tonight? kardashians?" she averted her gaze from him to the tv, thinking of the episodes that she has missed.

[chipsandships]

Somebody told the stars you’re not coming out tonight And so they found a place to hide

[catastroophic-deactivated202101]

falling for your fool's gold; nalani + wesley.

[catastroophic-deactivated202101]

she’s staring, just studying his features slowly & closely, trying her hardest to see if she can remember who this guy was. & yes, she knows she’s staring. & she probably has the dumbest look on her face ( considering her brows are furrowed together & her lips are pouted in a frustrated expression ), but she doesn’t care. she’s thinking, & thinking until        bam !! she knows exactly who this guy is & she feels really fucking great !!on the inside, she’s squealing & jumping up & down because if she gets closer to this guy, she can meet his parents & become famous. but she can’t possibly let him know that she’s basically freaking out, so she lets out a light laugh, ‘ oh, you’re wesley delgado. your mom’s on that one show & no one really knows your dad  anymore. ‘ fuck, did that sound harsh ?? ’ i mean, he’s just, kind of        i don’t know, but, he used to be talked about a  lot. ‘ she nods her head & extends her hand towards him,  smile painted along her lips, revealing her pearly whites.  ’ i’m nalani. not a student, just a model. ' 

[theslownights]

they're so close to one another to the, he can almost  hear her breathing. he knows she's trying her absolute best to pinpoint who he is. it's not the first time that this has happened to him, considering the fact that his parents are somewhat famous. wesley, however, never really liked the limelight as much. neither did he took an interest to it. everyone in the industry seemed insincere as if they have developed a superiority complex and he would much rather avoid those kind of people. ‘ yeah, that's me, ’ he said  monotonously, eyes focusing on his drink. what a shame, he thought he was going to have a nice conversation but of course she had to bring that up. it didn't bother him as  much when she talked about his dad that way -- they barely even know each other. he was brought up by nannies, for  god's sake. his parents were always too busy doing this,  too busy doing that. he just stopped caring eventually.  ‘ oh, ’ you could hear the disappointment in his voice when she revealed her aspirations ‘ thats .. interesting. ’ what a lie.

[theslownights]

snapchat ✉ nicole

nicole: it's nothing really don't worry

nicole: haha........yes i can be your award....

nicole: wait no i didn't said that haaa

nicole: see? i told you they were going to help but noooooo you are too good for youtube tutorials

cliff: no just say it

cliff: wait -- really?????

cliff: i'm too good for everything so ..

cliff: just kidding that's a lie but i'd love to cook for you one day

cliff: i promise you'll be able to taste the improvement

[dupliciitus]

& theslownights

       ”c’mon, i’m tired of sitting around. there’s a whole other world out there waiting for us to explore it.” huxley tells the girl, a bright look in his green eyes as he stands up and grabs her hand, pulling her from the couch. “let’s go on an adventure. there are some pretty rad trails that are just waiting to be hiked and camped out on.” he explains as he fixes the head scarf that adorns his curly mop and shoots a pleading look at noelle. “i promise i’ll bring stuff to make it fun.”

[theslownights]

       noelle let out a groan when huxley pulled her up. she wasn't in the mood for being spontaneous, nor does she particularly like the idea of nature and being in 'the wild'-- too many terrible things happen out there. not that she has experienced it herself, but she has seen a fair share of movies that involve camping and nature. "are you okay?" she asked bluntly. there was no way that he could get her on board with this (no, that's a lie. he could). "stuff like what? insect repellent? what if we die out there?" she just doesn't want to go.

[gasolinc-blog]

          ❝     right…  sure. i’m not complaining,           just curious. ❞

[theslownights]

          ❝ if you say so.. uh, do you want           breakfast or somethin' ? ❞

[gasolinc-blog]

          ❝ y’know, most people don’t use the same            prostitute twice, let alone a dozen times and            then make them stay the night every single            time. why do you ?? ❞

[theslownights]

          ❝ because ...  you seem like a good person ??            i don't understand why one would complain            about something like this. ❞

[dupliciitus]

& theslownights

      josephina rolls over and it’s no surprise that she finds an empty place next to her. with sleepy eyes she checks the time on the alarm clock that sits on the night stand and it reads just after 4 am. she sighs to herself, pushing the covers off and slipping a sweatshirt over her small frame as she heads to the kitchen. isaiah hasn’t come home once again and jo should be used to it but despite how many times it happens she can’t shake the feeling that settles over her. pulling the cabinets open she fixes herself a cup of tea, leaning against the counter and running a hand through her knotty hair and taking the cup into the living room. she curls up on the couch, not wanting to return the cold and empty bed that’s awaiting her.

[theslownights]

      it doesn't feel like home but it should. he's tried, desperately, decisively, to pretend that there's a place for him here, but the apartment feels alien with its pristine everything. and yet, he can't help but to come back every single time before the sun rises. he does it for her. josephina. these days, her name has started to sound like a benediction. he cannot explain what it is that made him so drawn into her -- but he can. he chooses not to because that would mean admitting his feelings and having something to lose. isaiah slips in before the sun rises after spending the night elsewhere. it was his routine. routine was safe and comfortable and he clung to it like his lungs clung to air. the lights in the living room flickered on and he could see her small figure setting down. she looks misplaced here, he thinks to himself, crossing the room without speaking. "hey," he finally says, planting a kiss on her forehead. "can't sleep?" he's cruel for doing this to her. so cruel. he could hear his ribs shuddering, like there is something he is forgetting to say. (i'm sorry).