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IM NOT DEAD i just dont have any inspiration atm sorry

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he glances up from where he's lifted his leg to examine his throbbing ankle, blinking at the young woman. he's sort of forgotten that other people can notice when something is wrong and that there are people nice enough to offer help.

" i'm alright. just twisted my ankle, that's all. " he puts some pressure to it, and while it hurts, he's pretty sure it's not broken. their family can't deal with another injury, anyways.

" don't mind me, i'm just going to sit here for a minute. " he manages a smile.

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there’s a yelp, then a quiet “ shit ” as davey goes down, foot catching on the curb, ankle twisting painfully as he tries to catch himself. les skids to a stop, turning around to peer at his older brother.

“ are you okay? is it broken? should we go to the hospital? ” les scurries back to his side as davey sits up, wincing.

“ it’s not broken. ” he huffs. “ go on ahead, tell the fellas i’ll be there in a minute. ”

les goes on without complaint, and davey pulls himself to his feet, limping across the sidewalk to lean against the wall to make sure it’s not broken. at least i can fake a limp today, get a little extra sympathy. he thinks its sarcastically, brow furrowing in annoyance.

“ ‘scuse me, miss. ” he mumbles as he brushes past a woman walking by.

drawn out of her thoughts, she jumps a little when a young boy runs past her. a hand on her once pounding heart, she steadies herself for a moment before someone or something grazes her side. turning her attention to the source of the voice, it only takes a quick scan of the young man for her to sense something is wrong. she would not be able to bare herself if she did not attempt to help someone who is visibly hurting.

“ are you all right, m’sieur? ” angélique softly queries, her accent thickening on the last word. within a few steps, she catches up to him which isn’t a lot when she is the same size as most twelve year olds.  “ you seem to be in quite a bit of pain. ”

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it's kind of a personal question, but davey already feels like this is someone he can trust -- which is odd, but maybe it's because she reminds him of the other newsies. someone loyal to the family, even if she isn't a part of it.

" my dad got tangled up with a delivery truck at work. messed up his leg. my brother and i had to find work until he's better. " he looks down, swirling the coffee around in his mug.

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davey isn’t… most newsies, he doesn’t think he’ll ever be exactly like the rest of them. it’s hard to imagine going back to school, once his father is back to work. he actually… kind of enjoys the work. even if it’s tough, and the boys are assholes, they’re his assholes and each other’s assholes. it’s a nice little family they’ve got. a bunch of assholes.

“ i guess i’m not most newsies, then. ” he takes a sip of the coffee.

“ guess not, “ she agrees, amused. something about him really intrigued her, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint why. he was just so much unlike what she could remember from being on the streets, but he very clearly was another newsboy. charlie wonders if people had thought the same about her, that she was strange compared to the usual kids selling papers. eh. it was behind her now.

“ …what’s a nice guy like you doing sellin’ papes, then? “

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davey isn't... most newsies, he doesn't think he'll ever be exactly like the rest of them. it's hard to imagine going back to school, once his father is back to work. he actually... kind of enjoys the work. even if it's tough, and the boys are assholes, they're his assholes and each other's assholes. it's a nice little family they've got. a bunch of assholes.

" i guess i'm not most newsies, then. " he takes a sip of the coffee.

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“ are you sure? ” he reluctantly takes the coffee. she has a point – his fingers feel practically numb, and begin to tingle with the sudden warmth of the cup in his hands. “ … thank you. i, um, appreciate it. ”

he wonders if the other boys know about this place? he should ask them.

“ it’s no problem! “ she assures him cheerfully, leaning back against the diner’s counter. she could afford to take a bit of a break, the last rush having ended and most of the people either gone or on their way out. “ most newsies wouldn’t have questioned a free drink, y’know. “

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@a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah | from here x

" i have a sister. " he works quickly, weaving the strands together on one side. two braids are better than one, at least on crutchie. " well. had. she moved away once she was old enough. i always braided her hair, though. i was better at it than she was. " he snickers a little. " always looked like a rat's nest when she did it. "

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Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!

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RP SENTENCE STARTERS.

‘flattery gets you nowhere good.’

‘what gets me somewhere in your good books?’

‘we just pissed off a whole bunch of people.’

‘do you do this with every girl you think is pretty?’

‘next week, you will sing a new tune.’

‘ i like how you think. i like how you dress.’

‘did i surprise you?’

‘i’d say it was fairly unprofessional.’

‘fine. you were fantastic? is that what you want?’

‘you can hate me all you like, or you can act.’

‘you’d be very at home in a high school, wouldn’t you?’

‘what i want, i usually get.’

‘you are so full of yourself.’

‘i know you couldn’t care less about the lives you waste, but you care very much about your income. think it over.’

‘that won’t satisfy me, though i expected you’d know very little about how to do that.’

‘if you had any sense in that thick head of yours, you’d understand that.’

‘i’ll be the first to come by and tell you i told you so.’

‘you know the big difference between me and you? i got a family to go back to.’

‘it was nice. i’d do it again.’

‘they’re sending kids to do their work now.’

‘get your drugs out of here. sweep a little.’

‘don’t act like you’ll hear me out.’

‘you think one night gives you the right to toy with me?’

‘i dread to imagine your intentions.’

‘i think so you don’t have to.’

‘are you a wild dog?’

‘i’m not taking you anywhere second rate.’

‘i don’t want it, if it’s not real.’

‘the men in my family are cold. they think in chess moves. i see that in you.’

‘you’re an enigma.’

‘when i’m kissing you, this isn’t happening.’

‘this didn’t have to happen. this is on you.’

‘what have you got? blood oaths and some spit.’

‘you wear it in your eyes. you’re not even sober right now, are you?’

‘i want to stop acting. i want my real thing.’

‘i’m here to talk, before they kill you.’

‘i think you’re a good guy.’

‘how do you do that? say so much without really saying anything at all.’

‘what’s your policy on room service?’

‘guess it’s a good thing i’m not scared of the dark.’

‘is it time for my complimentary breakfast?’

‘i wasn’t gonna hit you, but that wasn’t very nice.’

‘i think you’re a coward.’

‘all she did, she did for me.’

‘you can’t look after me. you have to be selfish.’

‘your denial doesn’t help you.’

‘you are the best of men.’

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SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

‘stay for me.’

‘what’s this between us?’

‘i don’t want your apology.’

‘you know i have feelings for you.’

‘yeah, i remember the drill.’

‘you’ve never hurt me. ever.’

‘then leave her/him/them. at home.’

‘i don’t believe it.’

‘this is breaking my heart.’

‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’

‘what keeps you up at night?’

‘i wish you were here.’

‘i let you down.’

‘something strange happened here.’

‘you’re not safe here.’

‘i wasn’t ready to say goodbye.’

‘we are not the same, and never will be.’

‘don’t touch me.’

‘is it my fault?’

‘i’m not like them.’

‘i forgot my name again.’

‘i don’t know who i am.’

‘your fear of looking stupid is holding you back.’

‘are you still alive?’

‘i don’t like being told what to do.’

‘am i making you uncomfortable?’

‘nobody cares if you don’t go to the party.’

‘it was supposed to be fun, and you ruined it.’

‘where the hell are my friends?’

‘stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.’

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Reblog if you are into Polyamory Shipping/Ship

It can be your OT3, or maybe your OT3+

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book meme / bloodline, ernest j. gaines

you better watch your heart.

not unless you eat.

well, maybe you’ll feel like talking a little later on.

you can’t have both.

wake up, honey.

wash them bruises.

can i leave now?

from the bottom of my heart, i’m sorry.

i hope you’re trying to convince me and not yourself.

finish eating your supper.

i’m not mad at the world. i’m questioning the world.

my heart tells me.

i protect myself.

pretty good with your fists, ain’t you?

you need friends at a time like this.

i feel like sleeping some more.

go on and say it. go on and say how bad you missed me.

i don’t love you, either.

places like these are built for people like you.

for a few days.

still hurting?

a fist fight.

i want another piece.

i’m tired of it.

why don’t you come to the table and eat with us.

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@frxncaise | sc

there's a yelp, then a quiet " shit " as davey goes down, foot catching on the curb, ankle twisting painfully as he tries to catch himself. les skids to a stop, turning around to peer at his older brother.

" are you okay? is it broken? should we go to the hospital? " les scurries back to his side as davey sits up, wincing.

" it's not broken. " he huffs. " go on ahead, tell the fellas i'll be there in a minute. "

les goes on without complaint, and davey pulls himself to his feet, limping across the sidewalk to lean against the wall to make sure it's not broken. at least i can fake a limp today, get a little extra sympathy. he thinks its sarcastically, brow furrowing in annoyance.

" 'scuse me, miss. " he mumbles as he brushes past a woman walking by.

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" are you sure? " he reluctantly takes the coffee. she has a point -- his fingers feel practically numb, and begin to tingle with the sudden warmth of the cup in his hands. " ... thank you. i, um, appreciate it. "

he wonders if the other boys know about this place? he should ask them.

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“ oh – no thank you. i appreciate the gesture, but i can pay. ” he begins to dig in his pocket for the money, rather than taking the coffee from the waitress right away. “ how much? ”

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Voice in my head said to keep on going,                                                don’t let ‘em see you bleed,                                                                      don’t want your weakness showing. 

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Send “🗡” for my muse’s reaction to finding yours has been stabbed.

Or send “🗡+reverse” for the opposite!

(If you cannot see the emoji send “Dagger”.)

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" oh, no -- no, no, that can hardly be considered a talent. " he waves a hand dismissively. " that's just me bullshittin' whoever happens t' be my victim. "

" imagination don't mean you're necessarily creative. i usually jus' spit out the first disaster that comes to mind. unless it's some'n you wrote, 'course. " he smiles, leaning forward to rest his chin on his fist.

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“ i s'pose that’s true. ” he cocks his head a little. “ takes a lotta talent n’ hard work to write some'n good. ”

he can paint trees n’ places he’s never seen, but he can’t craft articles and stories the way she can. he’s never been good at making words flow unless they’re simple. making up headlines is something he can do, but that doesn’t quite qualify as writing.

“I could never craft headlines like you can,” She shakes her head. It takes her days, sometimes even weeks to think of an eye catching headline. But Jack? He can come up with some right on the spot. 

“Maybe not all of them are true,” She shoots him a look, rolling her eyes. “But it’s still pretty impressive. You have quite the imagination.” 

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" oh -- no thank you. i appreciate the gesture, but i can pay. " he begins to dig in his pocket for the money, rather than taking the coffee from the waitress right away. " how much? "

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davey starter call i wanna write my son like/reblog