#ficklehcart

[moonshinaes]

"we're buried in each other's dna, huh?" cesar asks, looking over at monse --- pausing before he speaks again. it's not easy, not for any of them to be part of this; some treasure hunt that landed them almost separated from each other. he knows he isn't good for her, but god; she feels like home to him. she is his home, nothing more and nothing less. he sighs softly, wondering on what she's thinking, how she feels, all of that good stuff. truthfully, he's never been good with his emotions, not since ... oscar wanted him to join the santos. "if you can say that to me, then can you say the same for jamal and ruby?" / @ficklehcart​

[prioriincantatem]

@ficklehcart​ ( continued. )

Seamus grins, raising his eyebrows. “One condition?” he echoes, curious. “Alright, what’s the condition?” He gasps in mock offense, putting his hand over his heart like she’s genuinely wounded him. “Ouch. Alright, fine. I’ll count on you to protect me should we run into any danger. Fair?”

[maxsbaker]

for @ficklehcart​ .

“are you sure you’re okay?”

[glassmenagerieofmusesarc]

@ficklehcart​ asked:  “You’re not in bed. I came looking for you” (from Marissa to RYAN)

Ryan turned back to glance over his shoulder as Marissa approached. He had been perched on the edge of the Cohen’s pool, staring out over the city. “Hey--I just couldn’t sleep,” he replied simply, but things were never really simple with them. With graduation getting closer and Marissa no longer at Harbor, the distance between them felt like it was growing. “Sorry if I woke you.” 

[fyrewalks]

howie pops his gum loudly, expression shifting from ease to mildly annoyed as his search through the laundry basket is unsuccessful. “it’s not funny, maddie.” the words are half mumbled, eyes never leaving his search. he knows maddie. “they’re my lucky boxers. i need them.” // @ficklehcart​

[lcvedriven]

@ficklehcart​ / sc. / for luna 

“hi!” dennis’ excitement must be blinding; the young gryffindor has a grin that goes from ear to ear. “i saw you from across the great hall.” he sits down at the ravenclaw table; he knows that tables mostly keep to themselves, but why listen to that? there are more people in this school than there were in his entire town in ireland growing up. “i like your earrings. the little radishes.” 

[dirtymercy]

@ficklehcart / SOPHIE & BENEDICT

   It was only a matter of time before his sisters got suspicious. He was sure his mother already was, what with those knowing looks she kept flashing towards her son every time he walked into the room. There were only so many excuses he had to visit number six Bruton Street, after all. Though his own lodgings were not far ( only a few houses down, in fact ), he hadn’t had reason to make this many visits within such a short window in some time. Eloise and Hyacinth were both far too clever to let this go on any longer without needling him for a proper explanation, and he wasn’t yet prepared to deliver that. It was complicated. Annoyingly so. To the point that it haunted his dreams, and each of his waking moments too.

   Which was why he timed this one differently. He knew his sisters were going to the park today, right after tea. And fortunately his mother’s routine made it easy to approximate their departure, and he was able to sneak in ( though the front door, hardly sneaking ) just after their carriage was out of sight. He made a beeline for the second floor, expecting to find Sophie cleaning up from tea in the sitting room.

   He just wanted to talk.

BRIDGERTON MUSES / ORIGINAL CHARACTER STARTER CALL !

[caudexiism]

@ficklehcart​ (/ @maddypcrez​) said:

[text] Let me make you dinner tonight.

[text:: Marley] You’re planning on cooking for me?  [text:: Marley] I don’t think I can say no to that. Any reason to why you’re cooking?

[surgeonsoath]

@ficklehcart​ paged Alex Karev

“I got kicked off some chick’s case because she said I looked crazy and didn’t want me to look after her. I don’t even look that bad today.” He had his feet kicked up on the coffee table in the residents lounge, a bag of chips was in his lap and he was quickly shovelling them into his mouth. “If anything I look better than her.”

[maxtheewclfe]

meme || accepting

@ficklehcart​​​ said: ☎ From JC

NAME: JC 👑 RINGTONE: good 4 u by Olivia Rodrigo PICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED:  Do you take constructive criticism? LAST TEXT SENT:   I only take cash or credit.

[redemptioninterlude]

@ficklehcart​ - olivia !

They meet in rehab - it’s one of those things, you know? Not meant to be a big deal, but, they’re both handling some shit. They’re both half too, and that’s kinda something, they, see each other from across all the rich white faces that usually get assorted into rehab facilities like this, and give each other the nod, as if it erases the bullshit reason why they’re the ones more likely to be in jail over being HELPED, not that... this place actually helps people other than at the surface level. It’s kind of nice to hang out with her too, she’s pretty, but that thought swims somewhere along with the misery of losing Jules.

And they talk about shit like... football, which Rue’s never really understood, and college. The things that are coming, how, it’s kinda empty when people say the best has yet to come. Because, Olivia’s been there and, she’s able to say with some sense of authority, nah, it isn’t there JUST WAITING FOR YOU. There’s more pain, more sadness, more things to handle. It doesn’t just get easier along the way.

                                              Which kind of feeds into the system she’s always known.

They sit on the lawns beneath careful watch, in baggy over-bleached cotton that makes their skin itch. “You look WELL RESTED. Did your roommate finally stop calling out to satan in her sleep or something?” sarcasm slick, on her pert little tongue. “Must be nice.”

- @ficklehcart​

[moonshinaes]

“i love you, bitch.” -- @ficklehcart​​

hearing the endearing words coming from her friend, luna looks over at her with a wide smile, liking how close they've gotten since monet decided to backstab and leave them behind so she could further her career and whatnot. "and i love you too, julien." her words ring true as she sighs contently, pulling the other in for a tight embrace, wondering what else they were going to do -- in terms of making julien's career something her dad could be proud of, in fact. "what's the plan for you?" she asks, pulling away for a second, wanting to hear her words and see how motivated she was to fix herself.

[prioriincantatem]

@ficklehcart​ ( continued. )

“You definitely have,” Seamus says. “We went to the Yule Ball together, I’ll remind you. That whole night was one giant anxiety attack for me.” It’s still a fond memory for Seamus, even if it’s odd to think about now. He’s lucky to have a friend when it comes to Lavender. He nudges her back with his shoulder, shaking his head as a reluctant smile finds its way onto his face. “Me? Wits? Never.” But Lavender’s voice softens again, and Seamus’ does too. He shakes his head. “Nothing wrong with it. Just a bit terrifying.” He takes a deep breath and exhales, puffing his cheeks out. “I’m gonna’ go back to Kilkenny after all this,” he says. “Find my Mam and Dad, make sure they’re alright. Don’t know what I’ll do after that. Spend time outside. I miss bein’ outside.” It’s not like they never leave here. But looking over his shoulder constantly, existing with that fear clinging to him constantly, takes its toll. “And food. Proper food. There, I’m gonna’ spend the summer eating and enjoying the outside.” He bumps Lavender’s shoulder. “Your turn, let’s hear it.”

[anthrcpcmcrphic]

a starter for @ficklehcart​

“So riddle me this-” he glanced around the packed room, an eyebrow raising as he looked back her way. She had been trailing about Veronica and Wallace for some time, Logan noticing a sudden drop off as she started to appear more and more at the parties he filled his time with. A red solo cup sat in his hand as he took the seat next to her on the couch, his elbow posting up against the back of the couch. Before musing on, he took a long drink out of his cup before turning back towards her. “Thought you were playing MYSTERY INC with Scooby Doo and the gang,” his hand raised to brush through his hair for a moment. “Shocked to see you hanging with us peasants all of a sudden.”

[glassmenagerieofmusesarc]

@ficklehcart​ cont from x

Dan threw her a bemused smile, immediately aware of the pattern across all the menus that she laid out before him. He folded his arms across his chest, prepared to double down on his suggestion. “If you’re going to insist we go somewhere Gossip Girl won’t catch on, the least you can do is try my pizza place,” he insisted. Skeeball actually sounded like a fun night but he didn’t dare admit she was correct in her judgments. “Besides, this place has been on Diners, Drive ins and Dives, it’s got a 3 star Michelin rating!” he exclaimed. At least he wanted to take her to the fanciest pizza place around.

[ursulawrites]

Continued from x (@ficklehcart)

[ sms ⇄ FUTURE HUSBAND ]  All I really want to do tonight is get drunk with you and dance on tables. is that too much to ask?

[ sms ⇄ WIFEY TO BE ]  Not at all, that sounds perfect. [ sms ⇄ WIFEY TO BE ]  I get off work at 6pm and then I’m all yours. We can do whatever you want to do tonight baby, table dancing included.