#averygaye

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"     𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 ??     "     he asks this in true jacob heugh half hearted fashion , barely giving her his attention let alone his sincerity as he takes another mouthful of his deliciously greasy , drippy burger .     “     because now that i am , i’m gonna be here a lot . i’ll probably embarrass you in front of all your cool college friends . say the word today and i forget this place physically and just have uber get me this stuff . but it’s gotta be today . because you know . because .     “ 

@averygaye // sc

[bonnmot]

@averygaye

‘Magician, will thou assist me?’ Leonine has climbed onto the stage, mid-trick, it seems the best time to apprehend a working wizard. 

[hunterhenderson]

@averygaye

Hunter feels like a mirror. Not the reflection he sees but the mirror itself, absorbing light and scattering it in different shapes. There are leaf shadows on the wall he rests against, and no trees to cast them. The shadows are in his eyes as he looks at Jacob. Maybe he can tell, and would he care if he could?

[bunburie-a-blog]

@averygaye

     “ – so does the luck like, extend? To other people? Or is it just a Domino exclusive?”

[singingrass-archive]

Nick Cave goes on yet another tangent about Kylie Minogue’s ass wrapped up in her tight golden shorts, or whatever, deep into the pages of the Death of Bunny Munro and Job is sucking on his third cigarette of the day, hoping that the smoke might do something to calm the grumbling of his empty stomach, even if eleven years of smoking have proven otherwise. It is only when a movement at the corner of his right eye forces him to do so that he points a finger as a placeholder in the middle of the paragraph he is currently on and turn his attention away from the book --- hurriedly thereafter snapping it shut at the sight of a prepubecent girl inspecting the black-on-black bunny illustration on the front cover, a neon-pink tongue protruding from its mouth.

“Uh --- hey?” He offers with half a smile, crooked and tugged to just the one side of his face, before hurriedly snuffing the only halfway-smoked cigarette out against the sole of his boot lest she breathes in any of his smoke. “Nice, huh?” Glancing, shortly, at the cover, then quickly back to her, “You like bunnies?”

@averygaye plotted a thing.

[valleyfolk-blog1]

@averygaye

     Angel’s on the veranda so Cain leans against its fence, chin on his arm. He whistles. “That thing’s seen better days, huh.” He means the guitar. “Heard it from all the way over there, sounds like a cat chasin’ a mouse across outta-tune piano wires.”

[taxinomic-blog]

@averygaye.

         ‘ so. how much can you ‘hear’ at it’s like, ’ she taps the side of her head to indicate crown’s muffler thingy, ‘ lowest setting.’  

neil imagines there must be some ground rules already in place about mind-reading willy nilly, but she’s got a crush, which raises the stakes in proving that assumption. you can’t just go around having the girl you like knowing that you like her, that’s just... ridiculous. foolish. she might not even like you back.

[cuyanir]

@averygaye​

❛ hey zam. ❜ jango’s busy, which means the two of them get to spend a moment before his dad walks in and calmly asks boba to leave so that the adults can discuss another mission. that’s alright, boba doesn’t mind. one day he’ll be able to go hunting with them. for now, he’s got something else to offer. 

❛ why are droid makers never lonely? ❜ he grins in anticipation.

[xwinger-blog]

@averygaye

     “So Finn told me you’re one hell of a pilot.”

[excommune-a]

                avery is — inexhaustibly charming. marcus is charmingly exhausted. he breaks avery’s flow of conversation by leaning in and kissing avery firmly, high on his cheekbone, just beneath his eye. // @averygaye ( kiss kiss. )

[bratking-blog]

     they bleed out of the shadows. odourless, tasteless black smog clings around their feet and then retreats somewhere unknown; somewhere else. somewhere. they can see kodak perfectly in the dark. “are we alone? i don’t feel like you and i are alone.” / @averygaye (sc)

[bonnmot]

@averygaye

He’s sitting in a ray of light, it beams through onto the table in front of him. If he turns his head towards the window, he thinks he can feel the sun warming his face. All he can smell is dust. Someone passes through the light and he glances towards them, hoping they’re not perturbed by his slight translucence, the motes that drift around him. Preemptively, ‘I’m sorry.’

[hunterhenderson]

@averygaye​

Five minutes or two years may have passed. Everything as always looks the same and feels different. Hunter’s cheek rests against a cushion and he looks out onto Glitch’s apartment. There’s Glitch’s knees slotting into the back of Hunter’s, there’s a chance neither of them will have been truly asleep. He woke himself up with the sensation of falling and finds he’s on the very edge of the couch, there was no real danger. One of Glitch’s hands rests under his shirt, rests over the scar that remains across his stomach.

Hunter was out for a little while, as the flickering colour behind his closed eyelids subsided. Ever so carefully, he shifts to lay on his back, looking over at Glitch and catching him just as his eyes open. 

[bunburie-a-blog]

@averygaye

     Elio blows a raspberry.

     It’s hot out, and in too. He rubs at his eye with the flat of his fingers and yawns and shuffles where he’s sitting, and then slumps forward on the table with his arms crossed and his chin on his forearm, and watches Angel the way an audience watches a firework display.

     “I have a question.”

[oldchoral-blog]

@averygaye​ liked.

     “ angel. ”  a few seconds for that to sink in.  “ your name is angel. ”  another few seconds, to really let it dissolve on her palate, to really imbibe it, and then she throws her head back and lets out a honking laugh.

[hgwellsish-blog]

@averygaye, meme.

‘ sorry, its just that I get very nervous when someone else is driving. ’