#dyn ; you get me high on a tiny love (percy & monty).

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PRETTY LADY, LOOK AT HOW HE’S SMILING—I THINK HE LIKES YOU !

percy & monty, for @lumbermint​

being alive, cover by eleri ward // ​source // the unbecoming of mara dyer, michelle hodkin // springtime, pierre auguste cot // absolutely smitten, dodie // 1952 (dancing couple), elliot erwitt // the best things happen while you’re dancing, danny kaye // the kiss, gustav klimt // tiffany & co ad // the worm king’s lullaby, richard siken // henry miller // lucky people, waterparks // letters to vera, vladimir nabokov // call down the hawke, maggie stiefvater // ron hicks // tiny love, mika

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changed my mind now i’m thinking about how percy always conceives of her lovers in poetry, even when they’re not someone you can imagine poetry being about. the way she thinks of bender as the summer sun in afternoon (undeniable, impossible to ignore, bright & able to burn you). the way she pictures herself & peter as a binary star system, orbiting each other. the way monty is a love song. the way felix (while they’re together) is a summer breeze. i’m losing it i’m going insane etc

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@lumbermint said: he stands between percy and laura, grasping each of their hands in his own. there was nothing better than sunshine and spending the afternoon with their favorite girls. ' i'm thinking ice cream. it's sunny, and honestly? we deserve it, '

        PERCY’S TAKEN THE DAY OFF, something she does as often as she can to spend time with her daughter—and, as of late, with monty. if anyone asked, she’d say it’s because of their kindness, the warmth with which they treat laura.

         laura, who is practically skipping on his other side, who at the mention of ice cream gasps and says  ‘ yes !  can we please, mommy ? i want a twist—ooh, or mint chip—please ? ’

       she’s glad for her daughter’s overflowing excitement, if only because it lets her stop focusing on how her heart races every time she gets this close to monty. they make her giddy in a way she’s not used to anymore, that flutter of affection that leaves her putting on old love songs in the morning and writing poems about them late into the night. she had, at some point, unconsciously discarded the idea that she would ever be with someone again; she’d assumed that finding someone she could trust, someone who would be good with laura and understand how important it is to her that she be a good mom, would be impossible. that all fate had given her was felix, and she just had to be okay with that.

       it’s exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure to realize that she was wrong.

      ‘ miss laura... ’  she trails off, pairing her warning tone with a fond smile to make it clear that she’s only teasing, even before she finishes her sentence:  ‘ when have i ever said no to ice cream ? ’

       laura cheers, dropping monty’s hand so she can run a few paces ahead and execute a halfway-decent cartwheel in her triumph, rambling all the while about the possibilities of sprinkles and waffle cones. percy allows herself to lean closer to him, her head almost but not-quite resting against his shoulder. her breath goes shallow, her pulse jumps, but she doesn’t mind. if she’s honest, she’s missed it.   ‘ thank you, ’  she says. it’s breathier than she intended, but she plows on anyway:  ‘ for... just... thank you. ’

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teehee :3