Not My Father's Child

Roses are red, violets are blue…Violet Elizabeth Snyder, the infamous Warden Snyder's stepdaughter, and his first ever prisoner.indie Newsies OC blog

[lipstick-and-shotguns]

ℒ from violet to race

ℒ  Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately.

Race really couldn’t complain. Especially when his options were either a whole lot of logistical nonsense, running the numbers on arms deals, drug sales, etc or letting his lovely wife pull him away form his guards and his desk for “just a moment” only to drag him into the laundry room and kiss him hard.

Now, pushed back up against the washing machine, Race pulled back just enough to catch his breath, grinning back at her as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling Violet even tighter against him.

“Did I say you’re a life-saver today, bella? ‘Cuz you’re the best.”

[viiiorica]

The first thing Violet was going to do after being paid for the next wedding she was working for was a deadbolt on their bedroom door… and maybe every bathroom. Anything for a moment of privacy, or at least someone knocking first. She’d take explaining herself over someone actually seeing her with Race’s face buried between her thighs and her fingers tangled in his hair.

Her thoughts on privacy were cut off as he pulled her hair, a startled gasp breaking free as she let him tilt her head back, shuddering at the feeling of his breath on her neck. She could live in the laundry room for the rest of her life if it guaranteed more moments like this, one of her legs shifting between his as she pulled him close, brushing her thigh against his groin.

“Please don’t mention Jack right now,” she replied, laughing breathlessly as she quickly hopped onto the washer as ordered, pulling him into the space between her legs by his tie as she kissed him deeply. “Just kiss me already.”

[lipstick-and-shotguns]

ℒ from violet to race

ℒ  Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately.

Race really couldn’t complain. Especially when his options were either a whole lot of logistical nonsense, running the numbers on arms deals, drug sales, etc or letting his lovely wife pull him away form his guards and his desk for “just a moment” only to drag him into the laundry room and kiss him hard.

Now, pushed back up against the washing machine, Race pulled back just enough to catch his breath, grinning back at her as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling Violet even tighter against him.

“Did I say you’re a life-saver today, bella? ‘Cuz you’re the best.”

[viiiorica]

Running a flower shop was not the same as her husband’s criminal organization, but it still had an irritating amount of supervision and mind-numbing amount of numbers and orders to go through. She’d made plenty of money on the three orders she had gotten done, as well as the down payments on a wedding after hours of negotiating prices for a bride who could easily afford her standard fees. She’d had half a mind to call Niccolo in and escort the couple out, but thousands of dollars worth of flowers would give them plenty of cushion for the next few months.

That didn’t mean that she hadn’t been bored to tears, nor that she was against lying in front of her husband’s men in order to push herself against him, her fingers tangling in his hair as the washer vibrated loudly behind his back. She pressed kisses down his neck, nipping at his skin as she unbuttoned his collar in order to find more skin.

“I’ve missed you, Racer.” She whispered, despite the fact they had heard from each other plenty throughout the day.

[lipstick-and-shotguns]

“Missed you too, carina…” Race sighed into her hair, bringing a hand up to twist her hair into a loose, messy bun that would be a bit easier to hold onto and keep out of the way, even as he feel her scrabbling for purchase at the back of his neck where his own hair wasn’t slicked back. He let his head fall back as she pulled at it with a soft moan, silently thanking God that he had somehow gotten just the best wife.

As she moved down, slowly undoing his collar and the rest of the buttons down his shirt, Race smoothed his hand down over the back of her skirt, gently squeezing her ass on the way down to slip under the hem of her dress.

“How much time do you think we have? I can move fast…”

[viiiorica]

“I closed the shop early for today, so it’s all up to you and your men, ain’t it?” Violet said breathlessly, taking a moment to reach back and untie her dress with one hand as she let him pull her hair back. She couldn’t tell who was at whose mercy, laughing under her breath as she reached over and locked the door— just in case. She had a feeling even Niccolo wouldn’t try to check on her, her bodyguard smart enough to realize that the boss and his wife needed a moment alone.

She wanted nothing more than to rip off his clothes and go for as long as they possibly could, but the twins had been watching their siblings all day, so she eventually had to let them off the hook for an hour or two. She just… really wanted a moment to appreciate being married. God, it had been so long since she got to appreciate him like this.

“As long as we both feel tired and satisfied, I could care less how long it takes.”

[lipstick-and-shotguns]

❥ to Race, from Violet

(@delanceyxbrothers I miss the boy, but pardon me if my Race is kinda rusty)

❥  Running your hand over their arm and gently pulling them close.

Violet had started giving him that look, that ‘this is going nowhere, you dumbass. admit defeat and get them out of here...’ look, from her place at his side about four hours ago. And in the meantime, the members of the other families had taken plenty of his food and given nothing in return, which set all the negotiators on edge and the guards behind them looked impossibly close to opening fire on whoever said the next passive-agressive comment at their boss. 

Race had been gritting his teeth, forcing himself to play the polite house for just about as long.

“Alright. Everyone, I believe we- We been about- Ay, zitto! Basta!” Race cut himself off again, signaling one of the men behind him to shoot a blank at the ceiling, then letting a hollow silence fall over the room. 

“Gratzie molto.... But I think we’re all done here. Take your coffee and go. I’ll be in touch.”

He probably could have closed out more gracefully, but at least the majority of looks he got back were relieved in a way, and exhausted, or at least understanding that they were all frustrated and just needed to get out of there. It didn’t take long for the other families to leave, but as soon as they were gone, Race ordered his men to take their places outside and slumped back into his chair at the head of the now-mostly-cleared table with a heavy sigh.

A delicate hand smoothed over his arm, and no matter how tired he might have felt, that was all it took to bring a smile back to his face.

“C’mere, darl... Cara mia? I’m sorry. Never should have thought that would work.”

[viiiorica]

“If I have to start finding someone to extract bullets from the plaster molds in the ceiling because of these meetings, I’m taking it out of your pocket— and the rosette medallions were casted before my great-grandfather was born.” Violet is smiling as she teases him, pulling a bottle of whiskey and two tumblers that she had stashed on the bottom shelf of the dinner cart that had been holding wine and coffee. She poured them both a glass, swirling the ice thoughtfully before setting it beside him. “Make sure your men have plenty of blanks, or they’ll be digging them out and repainting it, even if there is lead somewhere up there. You can’t trust anything from the Victorian age.”

She moved closer, wrapping her arms around him as she set her own glass aside, gently pressing kisses to his cheek and head as she closed the distance between them. Letting him take a drink of his own, she wondered if she shouldn’t bring him some champagne instead, or the best wine they had. Stronger wasn’t always better, but she’d wait to see his response to her offering.

“No one died— it’s a start.” She muttered, gently loosening his tie in an attempt to make him look less downtrodden and annoyed. “Next time, have your men shoot less closer to me and closer to them, for my headache’s sake.”

[lipstick-and-shotguns]

ℒ from violet to race

ℒ  Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately.

Race really couldn’t complain. Especially when his options were either a whole lot of logistical nonsense, running the numbers on arms deals, drug sales, etc or letting his lovely wife pull him away form his guards and his desk for “just a moment” only to drag him into the laundry room and kiss him hard.

Now, pushed back up against the washing machine, Race pulled back just enough to catch his breath, grinning back at her as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling Violet even tighter against him.

“Did I say you’re a life-saver today, bella? ‘Cuz you’re the best.”

[viiiorica]

Running a flower shop was not the same as her husband’s criminal organization, but it still had an irritating amount of supervision and mind-numbing amount of numbers and orders to go through. She’d made plenty of money on the three orders she had gotten done, as well as the down payments on a wedding after hours of negotiating prices for a bride who could easily afford her standard fees. She’d had half a mind to call Niccolo in and escort the couple out, but thousands of dollars worth of flowers would give them plenty of cushion for the next few months.

That didn’t mean that she hadn’t been bored to tears, nor that she was against lying in front of her husband’s men in order to push herself against him, her fingers tangling in his hair as the washer vibrated loudly behind his back. She pressed kisses down his neck, nipping at his skin as she unbuttoned his collar in order to find more skin.

“I’ve missed you, Racer.” She whispered, despite the fact they had heard from each other plenty throughout the day.

[viiiorica]

Do you still have that newsies OBC bootleg from 2 years ago ? 😅😅😅

Here you go friend! Once again, credit for the actual filming doesn’t belong to me, I just happened to save it to my laptop before it got take off of YouTube!

[viiiorica]

💄 (or reverse, either one will be an adventure) :'D

“Jack, I can use my left hand for this!” Violet replied as he attempted to help her with her mascara, nose scrunching as she jerked away. She’d been grateful for the help after she came to school with a sprained wrist– dance accident, she had said, but he knew better than that when her stepfather is involved– but having someone help you do your homework was different than having someone try to do her makeup.

Not to mention the fact that she wasn’t sure if getting her eye poked out was a good thing to combine with her injury, accident or no. Still, with her music playing in the background and her brace sitting on her bedisde table– and her stepfather gone to some conference– it was the best weekend she’d had in years. 

“Have you even done someone’s makeup before?”

[dimenovelhero]

It wasn’t that Jack thought he’d become the next greatest makeup artist—he’d just seen Violet’s attempts at getting around with her opposite hand the day before, and he wasn’t about to risk her going blind. One Kid Blink was enough.

Cursing as she pulled back—he was having a hard enough time when she was holding still—he lied, “Yeah, all the time. Now c’mere.”

Holding her chin with one hand, his tongue caught between his teeth as he concentrated, he did his best to get the brush close to her eyelid like she’d instructed. “Anyway,” he muttered, “it’s just like paintin’, right? Should be easy enough.”

[viiiorica]

The hand on her chin was not the most comfortable thing in the world, the urge to pull away even stronger now that there was something stopping her. If she was being honest, she didn’t like for anyone to do her makeup, let alone put her mascara on. She knew he’d never done anyone’s makeup in his life, but he could at least try to lie better than that.

“Please be careful—“ she winced as the wand got closer, a nervous laugh bubbling up.

“Jack, this is nothing like painting, and you know it.”

[viiiorica]

💄 (or reverse, either one will be an adventure) :'D

“Jack, I can use my left hand for this!” Violet replied as he attempted to help her with her mascara, nose scrunching as she jerked away. She’d been grateful for the help after she came to school with a sprained wrist– dance accident, she had said, but he knew better than that when her stepfather is involved– but having someone help you do your homework was different than having someone try to do her makeup.

Not to mention the fact that she wasn’t sure if getting her eye poked out was a good thing to combine with her injury, accident or no. Still, with her music playing in the background and her brace sitting on her bedisde table– and her stepfather gone to some conference– it was the best weekend she’d had in years. 

“Have you even done someone’s makeup before?”

[puffballmemes]

Send “💄" For my muse to put some makeup on your muse!

For reverse, send “💄+ reverse”!

[viiiorica]

“Do you want me to be honest?” Violet asked, rolling her eyes as Trevor stomped off. Sometimes, she felt more like a babysitter than a dance partner. It wasn’t until the door clicked shut that she turned to Jesse, raising her eyebrows. “If I have to do one more too-sweet, love song routine after this, I’m going to shove him off a bridge in hopes that he’ll break his ankle.”

The fact that Trevor had forgotten to tell her that he was going to miss for a game wasn’t too surprising— he’d cancelled last minute on her more than once before— but it still made her even angrier. “I have half a mind to throw the entire routine out and make him start over…” she paused her train of venom, lips pursed as she shook his hand. “Violet. I’ve heard some about you; it’s not every day we get male dancers with actual talent.”

She sighed as she grabbed her phone, rewinding it to the beginning of the song. It wasn’t a bad routine, per se, but it wasn’t good with their uneven skill level. “I’m trying to make it work, but he wants the story to be so… High School Musical.”

[lipstick-and-shotguns]

“Tell me where and when, and I’ll be sure he breaks something…” Jesse ran a hand through his hair, not sure of whether he should’ve said that out loud. He was here to be a fill-in partner, no matter what his opinion of Trevor was. Besides, last thing he needed was for her to think he was some brute who was just as bad.

“Thanks, but you don’t have to flatter me. I’ll bet you’ve never even seen me dance….” He trailed off, clearing his throat to keep from getting to self depreciating. “You could always start something else too, y’know. Just for fun. And whoops, it just happens to feel better… but that’s also extra work so i don’t blame you.”

“If it helps, you were making it work. I mean… It’s much, but it’s gotta be to sell it, right?”

[viiiorica]

”Please don’t tempt me,” she replied, laughing for the first time since she had made it to practice. She’d much rather be channeling every ounce of her frustration into a Sara Bareilles song, but they needed a solid duet for placements, so she might as well. “I have half a mind to start digging foot-sized holes in the lacrosse field.”

“I’ve seen you practice, but my pre-dance ritual is usually hiding and pacing until it’s my turn to go onstage… not much watching from the wings.” She was known for hunkering down in an abandoned corner to practice over and over again, the princess of perfectionism. “Do you have something in mind? If Trevor is already too busy to even make it to a full practice…” she trailed off, letting the rest of the sentence speak for itself.

“I’m starting to think that we should do a mafia themed dance, because he’s practically my own pair of cement shoes… if cement shoes could drop you on your ass three times in a row.”

[lipstick-and-shotguns]

“And you still think I’ve got talent? Guess I’m doing something right…” He smiled a little to himself, leaning back against the wall behind him. “But your pacing has better technique than me at my best… I get perfectionism, but you really have nothing to worry about.” … It then occurred to him how weird that probably sounded. It wasn’t like he hid in the shadows and watched her panic before performing, but he still wasn’t really close to anyone in the whole company, so most of his time backstage was just kind of observing.

“I don’t know? Something… Fun? Contemporary duets are always so slow and dramatic, and God knows you need a break from the melodrama.” He shrugged, closing his eyes briefly and trying to think.

He opened one eye once she spoke up again, and couldn’t help grin that started to slowly spread across his face. “I… I like a good theme. A character… Something mafia will stand out at least, it’s definitely not highschool musical. And swing is fun if you jazz it up a little.”

[viiiorica]

“Trust me, you’ve got more talent than about half of the girls here.” Violet isn’t complimenting him to be nice-- although she hadn’t had time to watch him too closely-- but because she had noticed that he was much better than most guys on the team. Sure, he kept to the shadows, but she didn’t think that was a bad thing. 

“That’s... actually not a bad idea.” She said after a moment, mind suddenly racing. Her knowledge of songs wasn’t the best, but she’d done her fair share of jazz and tap, so she knew they could think of something.

“I wouldn’t mind being a gun moll... sure as hell beats a floral dress.” She replied, already looking up music on her phone. “Even jazz would beat what we’ve been doing.”

[viiiorica]

“Do you want me to be honest?” Violet asked, rolling her eyes as Trevor stomped off. Sometimes, she felt more like a babysitter than a dance partner. It wasn’t until the door clicked shut that she turned to Jesse, raising her eyebrows. “If I have to do one more too-sweet, love song routine after this, I’m going to shove him off a bridge in hopes that he’ll break his ankle.”

The fact that Trevor had forgotten to tell her that he was going to miss for a game wasn’t too surprising— he’d cancelled last minute on her more than once before— but it still made her even angrier. “I have half a mind to throw the entire routine out and make him start over…” she paused her train of venom, lips pursed as she shook his hand. “Violet. I’ve heard some about you; it’s not every day we get male dancers with actual talent.”

She sighed as she grabbed her phone, rewinding it to the beginning of the song. It wasn’t a bad routine, per se, but it wasn’t good with their uneven skill level. “I’m trying to make it work, but he wants the story to be so… High School Musical.”

[lipstick-and-shotguns]

“Tell me where and when, and I’ll be sure he breaks something…” Jesse ran a hand through his hair, not sure of whether he should’ve said that out loud. He was here to be a fill-in partner, no matter what his opinion of Trevor was. Besides, last thing he needed was for her to think he was some brute who was just as bad.

“Thanks, but you don’t have to flatter me. I’ll bet you’ve never even seen me dance….” He trailed off, clearing his throat to keep from getting to self depreciating. “You could always start something else too, y’know. Just for fun. And whoops, it just happens to feel better… but that’s also extra work so i don’t blame you.”

“If it helps, you were making it work. I mean… It’s much, but it’s gotta be to sell it, right?”

[viiiorica]

”Please don’t tempt me,” she replied, laughing for the first time since she had made it to practice. She’d much rather be channeling every ounce of her frustration into a Sara Bareilles song, but they needed a solid duet for placements, so she might as well. “I have half a mind to start digging foot-sized holes in the lacrosse field.”

“I’ve seen you practice, but my pre-dance ritual is usually hiding and pacing until it’s my turn to go onstage… not much watching from the wings.” She was known for hunkering down in an abandoned corner to practice over and over again, the princess of perfectionism. “Do you have something in mind? If Trevor is already too busy to even make it to a full practice…” she trailed off, letting the rest of the sentence speak for itself.

“I’m starting to think that we should do a mafia themed dance, because he’s practically my own pair of cement shoes… if cement shoes could drop you on your ass three times in a row.”

[viiiorica]

“Do you want me to be honest?” Violet asked, rolling her eyes as Trevor stomped off. Sometimes, she felt more like a babysitter than a dance partner. It wasn’t until the door clicked shut that she turned to Jesse, raising her eyebrows. “If I have to do one more too-sweet, love song routine after this, I’m going to shove him off a bridge in hopes that he’ll break his ankle.”

The fact that Trevor had forgotten to tell her that he was going to miss for a game wasn’t too surprising— he’d cancelled last minute on her more than once before— but it still made her even angrier. “I have half a mind to throw the entire routine out and make him start over…” she paused her train of venom, lips pursed as she shook his hand. “Violet. I’ve heard some about you; it’s not every day we get male dancers with actual talent.”

She sighed as she grabbed her phone, rewinding it to the beginning of the song. It wasn’t a bad routine, per se, but it wasn’t good with their uneven skill level. “I’m trying to make it work, but he wants the story to be so… High School Musical.”

[lipstick-and-shotguns]

@viiiorica// Hey! It’s a dance thing, i guess

“You are exactly the partner everyone wants! Strong, individual technique, dynamic… You’re a storyteller, Jess, and if you can connect to someone else the way you do your own routines it’ll be magic!”

Jesse scrubbed a hand over his face, nodding along but clearly half listening and more focused on getting water and leaning back against the mirrors, reveling in the refreshing cold that went straight through the back of his shirt and into his shoulders. He’d heard it all before, anyway. The “you’d be a perfect partner, all the girls would love that you’re so competent, but don’t you dare stop competing solo. The studio just needs its guys to be multi-faceted, etc etc”…

“-Just talk to her on your way out, alright? Trevor can’t make it to the next comp, if if you just fill in for that and it doesn’t click, it doesn’t click.”

He blinked, looking back to his coach with as as little confusion as he could manage. “Yeah, sure. Just… What was the name again?

“Violet.” His coach rolled his eyes, but gave him a brief encouraging smile, before one of those ‘don’t let me down’ looks. “…They should still be over in B15 for a bit if you want to see what they’re working on. She came the more classical ballet route, and does her own choreography these days, but it’s nothing you can’t handle.”

“Right. Hell yeah.” Jesse closed his eyes, but could just feel his coach smirking back at him as he left. Of course they’d known each other long enough that he can’t step down from a challenge like that.  He swore under his breath, pushing himself off the mirror and giving a mock salute. “See you Wednesday…”

[viiiorica]

If it weren’t for the fact that she needed to expand on her portfolio, Violet would never have accepted Trevor’s request for a duet. At the time, it had seemed easy-- one duet, then back to balancing three different solos and school-- but she should have known that it wouldn’t just be one duet. 

Of course, she also should have realized that she’d be stuck doing the same lovestruck teenager dances that filled every competition for the next four competitions. If they kept this up, they might just get kicked out of the dance group for self-plagiarism.

They’d decided to take a break for the day after the fifth time struggling to make it click, her thoughts wild as she wondered if it was too late to change the song... or maybe the entire routine. She was still doing the movements in the mirror-- this time focusing on her facial expression and body language and less on position of her feet and arms-- when she saw movement in the corner of her eye. Trevor was already getting his stuff into his duffel bag, but she was in no hurry to get home and deal with her father, or tell him the date of the competition and pretend that he was actually going to try to go.

“You enjoying the show?” She asked tiredly as Trevor left the room, rolling her shoulders as she tightened the wrap around her foot. The left one kept coming loose while she was practicing, and she made a mental note to see if she could find some nicer looking ones before they had to perform. “I’d’ve stopped him if you were wanting to check out what we were doing, but... it’s been a long day.”

[viiiorica]

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[yesterdaysprint]

The Days’ Doings, London, April 13, 1872

[viiiorica]

@dimenovelhero @lipstick-and-shotguns I’m totally creeping on your threads 200% of the time, so here’s an edit for the Sullivan brothers … bc there’s no better mess than a mess you can share with your half-brother

[vaememes]

THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

​❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

​❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03     :      SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

​❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

​❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04     :      SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

​❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

​❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

​❝ i could hear screams … ❞

​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05     :      SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

​❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

​❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

​❝ are you smelling me? ❞

​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞

[viiiorica]

@dimenovelhero @lipstick-and-shotguns I’m totally not creeping on your Jessie & Skittery thread, but this song makes me think of the old west one where Jess is an outlaw