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vanishcs:

          “i didn’t wish to talk about it, not with you, not with ANYONE. don’t take it so personally.” he’s shrugging, nonchalant in his actions as if him leaving for seven years without saying goodbye was absolutely no big deal. cassius kept telling himself that it wasn’t, but the pang in his chest when he had heard her, watched her while trying not to, knew that it was one. a feeling of water filling up his lungs while he tries to swim to the surface. not afraid of drowning nor afraid of death, except this time he wanted to swim, but wouldn’t allow himself. “you mattered to me back then.” a long time ago when he hadn’t been used and abused by the world, when he thought being kindhearted and caring would help him get past EVERY horrific thing in his life. he was wrong in the end, being kind only let the world be more cruel. “a lot of things did, but life chewed me up and spit me back out,” he chuckles, “sorry you’ve got this me and the one you actually miss.”

      back then. a long time ago... the words echoed inside her brain, bounced around on the walls of her skull and released new pain every time it made contact. her eyes shut tightly and she pressed her tongue to the back of her teeth in an attempt to SWALLOW the words she desperately wanted to speak but knew were absolutely f u t i l e. ‘ if you had let me in... ’ she began despite her attempts to stifle the feeling. she ran a hand through her hair and exhaled sharply. ‘ now that you’re back it could be.. it could be different, better, ’ zoe’s head cants backwards just slightly and she opens her eyes to the twinkling stars. ‘ all i wanted was to hear you say sorry... ’ her voice cracks, throat tightening as a few tears spill forth from her glistening eyes. ( and that you missed me... ) she thought solemnly, inhaling slowly.

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kaylarichardsonn:

“i hate just intruding on people, case they have plans, y'know?” the brunettes eyes are scanning her surroundings, slowly making her way over to one of the spaces that was free to sit on. she offers the other a small smile, her hands resting in her lap along with her phone.

      a well-groomed eyebrow raises inquisitively. ‘ intruding ? please, ’ the girl dismisses this hesitation as if it were a pesky fly encircling the room. as the brunette sat herself down, zoe observed her somewhat rigid posture and a look of concern flashed across her countenance. ‘ relax ! do you have any awesome plans for today ? let me buy you a coffee, ’ the blonde gushes, swinging her legs over to touch the floor as she gestures towards the counter.

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dietmtndews:

❛ you being fine doesn’t mean nothing happened. what did he do, zoe ? ❜ ace stops walking at that, reaching out to tug at his sister’s arm, wanting her full attention. elliott wasn’t the same as he was seven years ago, and ace had no idea what to expect from the man; whatever had happened had clearly affected his sister, and that was not something ace took lightly. he wasn’t ready to let the subject go, but her following words bring a smile to his lips. ❛ is that even a surprise, though ? we both knew you were going to ace that shit. ❜

      when ace’s hand encircles her forearm she is brought gently to a HALT. her eyes met his and a sigh of something between frustration and admiration absconded from her cherry-stained petals. ‘ i love you, acey, ’ she whispers, averting her gaze for a moment as her lips parted once more. ‘ i was mad at him, i confronted him and… he told me he wish he hadn’t come back and he wasn’t sorry for leaving. said he doesn’t intend to stay around. no point in talking to him if he’s just gonna disappear, ’ the blonde shrugged her slender shoulders and when her eyes lifted again the corners of her lips turned down in a frown ( a rare sight on her delicate face ) ‘ how’d you know he was back ? ’ 

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bristolelliot:

“You got me. I knew that I’d make a last impression.” Bris appreciates the creativity, though the name ‘Freddie’ is a funny choice indeed considering his history with it. Ignoring the little twinge in him at just the  mention — who fucking knows when that’s going to go away — he instead focuses on circling about the chaise, looking for all the world to be quite deep in thought. “I think he’s everyone’s main Freddie. He’s the kind of person who just kinda defines the name as a whole, don’t you think?” Bris certainly does. “Are you planning to buy this, or just to dramatically lounge about on it calling out to unexpecting customers?”

      as he circles her, her eyes follow him and she subconsciously straightens her posture. ( maybe that was a result of her mother’s constant attentions ) ‘ i’m not buying it, just.. enjoying it. borrowing the comfort, if only for a brief moment..’ the girl trails off, her voice drifting into a space between realities where her mind so often wandered. ‘ what are you doing here ? ’ she asks without looking at him, smoothing her hand over the hem of her skirt.

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hadshq:

“That’s good to know, because I have a t h o u s a n d things to vent about and there is not enough liquor in the world to silence me,” she teased as she collapsed down in the vacant chair across from the blonde. “I suppose it’s only fair that I ask how you’re doing before I bombard you with my problems.”

      ‘ no, please, go on,’ the female invited warmly, a friendly wave of her hand made in attempt to encourage the other to continue speaking. zoe’s eyes drifted languidly across the other’s figure and she sighed gently as they sat down in the chair directly across from her. ‘ a thousand things though, huh ? whaddaya say we start with number one ? ’

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keegan-shea:

“I’m not so sure that that’s a compliment, but thank you.” Keegan took a seat across from the girl. “So, how’s everything going? You doing alright?” Keegan didn’t know the girl too well, but he’d seen her around town before and he’d never seen her alone.

      her eyes become fixated on his jaw, traveling the SHARP line to the gentle curve of his neck. ‘ i’m always alright,’ the girl sits up a little straighter, her blonde hair pulled back into a loose braid, her fingers toying with the purple ribbon laced through the golden locks. ‘ just trying to convince the owner of this place to gift me this chaise by looking really really good on it. ’ her eyes flicker to the rotund man pouring coffee behind the faux marble counter. ‘ what about you ? ’

[themotivationjournals]

Don’t give away pieces of your heart you’re not even sure you have.

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bristolelliot:

“Do you even remember my name?” Comes his retort, which isn’t all that far-fetched of an inquiry given the few times they’ve met, and the obvious differences. Things are… well, they are, and that is what it is. Leaning part-way against the very lounge on which she’s dramatically thrown herself, Bris wonders why it is that people pretend to recreate music videos inside of furniture stores so often. All he wanted to do was make a payment. “So. What song is playing in your head right now? Wait, don’t tell me — Hollaback Girl?”

     ‘ yeah, isn’t it like.. freddie ? freddie prinze junior ? fresh freddie prince charles junior ! ’ the girl snapped her fingers and settled on the last words to leave her, smiling in satisfaction at her comedic combinations of names that include the word prince. the other’s next question gave her pause and with lips pursed slightly she gave it careful thought. ‘ don’t stop me now by queen. my favourite song of ALL time, ’ she nodded once. ‘ all this freddie talk got me thinkin’ about my main freddie - mercury, that is. ’

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grahaxmlewixs:

“ Is that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing? “ the tall, dark haired male questioned with a hint of a smile on his lips. He watched her almost with a sense of curiosity, wondering what she might do next. 

     ‘ i’m easy to please,’ zoe sits up a little straighter, crossing her legs at the ankles as her gaze floats up to the other’s face. ‘ i’ll accept amazing, incredible, or best thing you’ve ever heard, ’ a sly smile plays at the corners of her supple lips and she shrugs once before running a hand absentmindedly through her golden hair.

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vanishcs:

          at the mention of his name, he chuckles darkly. not for a minute wanting to TALK about him, hell, he’d spent the last seven years not talking about him and didn’t quite count on it happening any time soon, no matter if he was back in town or not. “you don’t even know the half of it actually, zoe. he did more than fuck me up, but hey, can’t be so conceited all the time and think he’s the only reason i left this shithole.” one of them, yes, but not the only one. elliott NEVER quite liked talking about himself all that much, he opened up once and that was a huge mistake. but, he had left for reasons he couldn’t speak about, it was forbidden. “sometimes not saying goodbye hurts less than actually doing so.” leaving her had hurt him, he had loved her, but he couldn’t have stayed. he couldn’t have let that town keep running his life, couldn’t let the people in it keep ruining it. “i’m sure you would be, i believe that’s how everyone feels when it comes to me. when i leave though, start up a i’d be better off without elliott club, you’d get a LOT of members.”

     ‘ no, i didn’t know. again.. this is something that could’ve been fix by oh, i don’t know, talking ?! ’ in her haste, she advances on him... stooping down to where he sat, her face mere inches from his. the HURT had made her bitter, and she was letting it get the best of her even though she knew better. ‘ well if i didn’t matter to you at all, like you claim, how could it have been that hard to say goodbye ? ’ the girl had lowered her voice and leveled her tone though she was still speaking through a tense jaw. the last of his words struck a chord with her.. she hated the self-deprecation, the unwillingness to try. zoe reached out and shoved his shoulder roughly as she groaned in annoyance, standing up and fighting the wind that was blowing her hair into her face. 

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trashmouthtozieriii:

WALKING up to a corkscrew board hanging in a cafe, richie pinned a piece of paper on it. before anyone could ask or even sort of glance in his direction he was smiling and turning, “apparently people would prefer if i had guest stars on my podcast, so now i’m looking for someone who is interested in crime or a few people.” it didn’t matter if they wanted the information or an explanation. richie would always supply one without a prompt. “anyways, if you want an audition we could get a coffee and discuss or you could just take my number on the flyer and text me. or call. i don’t mind calls either.” 

      ‘ and what about for hilarious friends whose talent the world desperately needs right now ? ’ she questioned him casually, glancing at the brightly coloured array of papers on the cork board and finding his advertisement with a surprising amount of ease. ‘ me, if you didn’t know. i was talking about me. i happen to be pretty much an expert on cases of mysterious disappearances, ’ the blonde offered, biting her lower lip slightly and leaning up against the counter - her body turned towards him.

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claraoswrn:

Marina and The Diamonds // Oh No!

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dietmtndews:

❛ i have to. it’s how i manage to get out of bed every morning. ❜ ace was only half joking; he lied to himself all the time, also to the people around him. for many years the man had tried to change that. tried to be honest with himself, his family, his friends. it never worked out, not with the kind of lifestyle ace was used to having. at his sister’s words, ace’s head whipped around, trying to get a look good of her face. ❛ did he do something to you ? ❜ he asked, his voice in a serious tone that he only ever used when it was related to zoe’s feelings. ace was frowning, watching the rock she kicked; elliott may have been ace’s biggest love, but he would be damned if ace wouldn’t give him a good beating for hurting his little sister. ❛ if he did, you have to tell me, zo. ❜

      his reaction did not come as a surprise to her. she had to learn to choose her words more carefully ( you’d think she might have learned by now, but no ). ace’s voice dropped and her shoulder fell slightly as she licked her lips in thought. ‘ it’s nothing, i’m fine. i’m always fine, ’ the dainty female uttered, smiling brightly to suppress the tiny ache in her chest that began spreading. zoe doubted that ace would be satisfied with this, but she was hoping she’d be able to reroute the conversation towards something more positive in only a few words. ‘ did i tell you i passed my animal behavior exam with flying colours ? this girl is one step closer to being a dvm ! ’ 

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      ‘ you’re always a welcome harassment,’ she mumbles with a smile as she traces her calloused fingertips over the silken arm of the chaise lounge she had fallen onto. and to everything about her movement, there was an immeasurable amount of GRACE — the fluidity of her limbs TRANSCENDED only by the way in which her seraphic voice lingered in the stale air.

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zakarys:

casting a glance back at the person, who he was clearly not talking to anymore, the male bit at his lip as he answered in a nonchalant way. ❛ just someone i met a few nights ago. they’ve started to come in regularly, though. - and i saw them first, so you can’t try to take them from me. ❜ zak joked, his tone changing at the end as he was shaking his head along with his words. and then he feigned hurt at her last words, mouth dropping as his eyebrows knitted together. ❛ are you kidding me ! i have the looks and personality - you just have one, but i’ll let you try and figure out which one that may be. ❜ he quipped, his face twisting into that of a rivalry, of sorts. zak took the quick order of the guy who came up to ask for another round of beers, glancing over at zoe to gauge her reaction. 

      ‘ i guess your mother never taught you to share, ’ zoe teased, reaching for a bottle of whiskey and pouring a shot as she continued to speak. ‘ just one, huh ? ’ the blonde raised an eyebrow incredulously and then she laughed again, shaking her head vehemently in response. ‘ you must be mistaken - we maxwells are hot as fuck WITH brains to boot, ’ the girl winked and then turned on her heels toward the woman she was passing the shot to. ‘ isn’t that right ? ’ she asked them, leaning over the counter in what turned out to be a slightly provocative pose.