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@wcrblerheart
sorry i haven’t been around ! after valentine’s day, i got rly exhausted after work since i worked from literally 11AM-4AM so i haven’t been rly up to much replies other than my main acct @licnheartd but i will be getting to responses this week and i’ll be queue-ing them up for y’all !!!
“She feels twice the amount of emotions that every day people feel and she shows zero amount of it on her face” - Krysta Rodriguez (x)
My Dark Side
trials and tribulations ost. distant traces of beauty
favorite ace attorney characters:
↳ 3. kay faraday It wasn’t that hard to see that coming, even for a layman like me!
Do not let your scars convince you that you lost. You may be hurt, you may be bleeding, but that doesn’t mean that you cannot be great.
Yel Gaminde (via wnq-writers)
You have to be enough for yourself. You have to be enough for yourself because that’s all you have, yourself. You are only guaranteed yourself. People say that they will stay but they never do. Everyone leaves so at the end of the day all you have is yourself and that has to be good enough.
bands-for-dayz (via summersrps)
“Nobody’s Side” Chess in Concert Idina Menzel and The Soloists
i have more replies sitting in my drafts ! i’m just going to bed early because i have a headache and i’m working a double tomorrow, but i’ll post them up as soon as possible !
SAM EVANS ✧
“For a little dude, you’re pretty tough.” Those were the first words that Sam said to Blaine Anderson upon meeting him officially, after they had fought in the ring. It was all in good fun, and no grudges were held really. Blaine beat him fair and square, but luckily they hadn’t hurt each other too badly. Sam held his fist out for Blaine, a slight smile on his lips. “You prep school boys can handle yourselves pretty well, huh? The blazers got everybody FOOLED.” / @wcrblerheart
He doesn’t expect his blonde opponent to come up to him after the match, and genuinely he’s pretty impressed with how he held out during the fight. But he can’t resist camaraderie and friendly competition, so when Sam holds out a fist and Blaine can see that small pull of the other’s lips, he can’t help but be a little flattered and excited to reach out. Fight club was always meant to let out steam, let out pent up aggression and keep him from self-loathing. But he never mentions that part to anyone.
“UNDERESTIMATING the little guy, are you ?” He returns the fist to bump against Sam’s, and then pulls his arms through the sleeves of his white button down after pulling it from his locker. “Although, you certainly kept me o n m y t o e s for sure.” He looks at the other, tilting his head, and immediately, the Dalton charm turns on. “My name’s B L A I N E,” he says, leaning forward and scrunching his nose before he continues. “In case you didn’t catch it before.”
fiircbird:
“I won’t laugh! Promise!” She was so cute! Man, how had he gotten this lucky?! His heart felt like it was swelling in his chest, each beat seemingly faster than the last. “I don’t really go on dates either.” That was more Larry’s area. Now he had the chance to and he couldn’t imagine a better girl to be with!
“I’d like to take you somewhere nice.” There was a café that he had passed by a few times. The seats of the booths were designed in a lovely floral print and the walls were painted in calming pastel tones – perfect for his Dollie!
“I have this café in mind. Do you want to go there?”
She giggles. “You mustn’t be a very popular guy.” Truly meaning her thoughts as they are said out loud. There’s a pause before she continues. “Well, I hope I don’t disappoint you,” she says nervously, looking away from him. Dahlia rolls her eyes at herself, at this naive behavior, at the idiot next to her before turning her face back to Phoenix, a look of surprise on her face. “A cafe ! That sounds lovely. I would love to go there,” she chirps an immediate smile on her face, eyes glimmering with affection.
Although, the real affection lay in an object she’d given Phoenix the day they started dating. It happened in a flash, a quick way to keep the police off her trail, but if she wanted it back, she’d have to play this child’s game; a charade she concluded to be a large waste of her time. I should’ve told Iris to do this, she muses briefly. “Is it far ?”
@wcrblerheart ♥’d [ x ]
❛ i wish you could stay. ❜ her voice is soft, fingers wriggling around the semi-warm cup of tea she’s be- en nursing for the past twenty minutes. ❛ i know you can’t, but. still. it’d be nice. this city – while utterly breath taking – can get a little.. overwhelming. it’s nice to see a face that doesn’t wish me bodily harm for simply being, well –, ❜ a beat, shoulders shrugg- ing. ❛ better. ❜
Blaine sways his head side to side before settling on a sweet, but apologetic glance to her. His lips barely form into a comforting smile. “I wish I could, and I know that I’d love to just l i v e here.” He pauses; his eyes rolling with the his head as he gestures to the space around him. “But if I do... I think my heart wouldn’t be able to take it.” Not including the fact he also still has to finish high school either, which is something he seems to forget when it comes to his love life and the people he care about.
A lull of silence falls among the two as Blaine tries to think of something comforting to say. They’re both hurting. They both feel outside of their typical box, and he loves that he can go to Rachel with these things. One of his hands strays from his mug of coffee to reach out for her arm to give a gentle squeeze. “You’re Rachel Berry, aren’t you ? You can do anything you put your mind to -- at least you’ve never steered me wrong before.”
Panic Attacks (x) ↳ [annaakana]