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shinemadea · 4 years ago
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♥ but for pahtterson >:)
@mohlinas  /  @pahtterson  |   ♥  for  positivity  !
        joke’s  on  u  zo  ,  i’m  gonna  write  nice  shit  about  both  of  u  now  ✌🏻
        love  note  to  kitty  ~  i’m  just  gonna  start  off  by  saying  that  i  think  it’s  come  to  a  point  where  if  i  don’t  see  at  least  a  random  post  of  yours  while  i’m  online  ,  something’s  seriously  missing  for  me  that  day  🤧  you  were  one  of  the  first  people  to  really  make  me  feel  welcome  in  this  fandom  &  one  of  the  easiest  people  to  talk  to  that  i  know  .  also  ,  if  it  wasn’t  already  painfully  clear  how  much  i  admire  you  as  a  writer  ,  buckle  up  bitch  cuz  wE’RE GOING  THERE  .  i  read  your  stuff  &  i  get  punched  in  the  gut  by  ur  talent  in  the  best  way  possible   .  your  ability  to  get  inside  your  characters’  head  is  fucking  phenomenal  every  single  time  .  just  ??  your  mind  ,  ma’am  ??  your  mIIINDDD  ???  i  think  i  speak  for  so  many  of  us  when  i  say  we’re  better  for  having  written  with  you  &  for  getting  to  witness  you  on  the  dash  .  i  love  you  so  much  🧡
        love  note  to  zo  ~  hey  .  hey  .  if  you  thought  i  was  gonna  pass  the  opportunity  to  tell  you  how  much  i  adore  you  ------  sike  .  i’m  soso  happy  whenever  you  post  ,  i  love  reading  your  take  on  this  ray  of  literal  sunshine  we  both  know  &  i  love  how  passionate  you  are  about  her  🥺  i  sincerely  wish  i  had  half  your  focus  to  put  all  my  thoughts  about  julie  in  order  bc  good  lord  i’m  a  mess  ??  needless  to  say  ,  your  writing  is  flawless  thank  u  very  much  &  your  julie  truly  makes  my  heart  sing  ,  you  do  such  an  amazing  job  putting  her  into  words  !!  i  know  we  haven’t  talked  ooc  ,  we’re  usually  just  passing  ships  giving  silent  support  to  each  other  occasionally  but  i  still  think  that’s  really  special  🤧  just  know  my  friendship  is  always  on  the  table  🧡
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mohlinas · 4 years ago
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i just wanted you to know that pahtterson is spreading lies about you
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specterskater · 4 years ago
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          ❝   asking questions is your thing, isn’t it?   ❞   not that they minded really.   it was kinda refreshing getting to talk to someone else about the in and outs of the afterlife.   a reminder that they weren’t alone anymore.
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usablehours · 4 years ago
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❝  oh, wow, i am shouting like super loud, aren’t i ? ❞   (  @pahtterson​  )
                “    no,    no    it’s    okay   !   I    like    it    loud    –    …    i    meant   i    don’t    mind    you    being    loud    at    all    !  the    music    here’s    always    at    full    volume  so    we’re    kinda    used    to    it,    ”    it’s    the   first    time    she’s    had    one    on    one    time   with    Sunset    Curve’s    lead    vocal;    from    9    am   down    to    lunchtime    and    way    past,    they’ve    been   signing    autographs    for    the    public    within    the   records’    store    –    she’s    amazed    by    how    much  they’ve    managed    to    stay,    how    much    they   obviously    wanted    to    stay.    The    way    they   smile,    too    –    you    can’t    fake    that    involvement   with    the    fans.    And    every    single    fucking   time    Luke    smiles,    she’ll    glance    away    and   pretend    he’s    smiling    just    at    her    (    she’s  easily    swayed    by    music,    from    an    early    age   of    playing    cello    down    to    her    brother’s    secret  record    collection    that    he    left    for    her    when   he    took    off    ).    
                      there’s   just    something    about    Sunset    Curve    that    makes   her    think    her    brother    would’ve    liked    them    too.
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                Now   that    there    are    no    rabid    girls    hoarding    Luke’s   attention    as    he    sits    behind    the    table,    Corey  takes    her    chance    to    approach    him    with    the   coy    playfulness    Gina    has    taught    her    (    the   one    she    still    fails    at    miserably,    because   subtlety    is    not    her    forte   ).    but    Luke    seems    not    to    care,    as    he   talks    about    the    first    time    he’d    been    on   stage    (    she’s    asked;    it’s    with    genuine   curiosity,    the    way    his    eyes    light    up    even   more    when    he    speaks    of    it    makes    her    cheeks   flush    ),    “    i    think    it’s    really    cool   that    you    love    being    on    stage    so    much.    I   could    never    do    that   !   ”    she    used   to    throw    up    whenever    she    had    a    cello   recital,    just    minutes    before    she    was    forced    up   the    stage,    “    i    mean,    you’re,    uh,    you’re   just    really    cool    –    everything    you    guys    do   is    cool,   obviously,    not    just    that.    ”
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levered-a · 4 years ago
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@pahtterson​
                    𝐖𝐢𝐝𝐞     𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬     𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫     𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦     𝐨𝐧𝐞     𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬     𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐥     𝐭𝐨     𝐭𝐡𝐞     𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫     ,     and     there’s     nothing     but     MANIA     written     across     a     face     once     void     of     any     emotion.     The     rush     that     spreads     in     her     body     warms     her     from     head     to     toe     and     the     chemistry     lab     feels     like     home.     If     she     closes     her     eyes     she     can     hear     Yzma     barking     instructions     at     her     while     the     smell     of     Kronk’s     perogies     flood     her     senses.     She     lost     herself     in     her     daydream     for     a     split     second     but     the     sound     of     the     door     swinging     open     has     her     alert     instantly.     It’s     reflexive     the     way     she     pulls     the     knife     out     of     its     safe     spot     around     her     thigh     ,     arm     arching     over     her     head     as     she     releases     the     blade     ,     sending     it     across     the     room     and     THROUGH     the     boy.     Disbelief     contorts     her     features     as     she     stares     at     his     shoulder     where     the     weapon     should     be     lodged.     Instead     it’s     fallen     on     the     floor     behind     him     and     it     has     her     brows     knitting     in     frustration.
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The     shatter     of     glass     is     ear     splitting     as     she     breaks     a     glass     cylinder     against     the     bench     top     ,     brandishing     her     new     found     weapon     at     the     harmless     looking     boy.     One     thing     the     isle     had     taught     her     well     :     nothing     was     harmless.     ❝     Who     the     fuck     are     YOU     ?     ❞     Words     fall     flat     on     monotonous     tongue     as     her     eyes     glance     over     his     shoulder     at     the     open     door     behind     him.     He’s     going     to     get     her     caught.     ❝     Close     door     or     else     I’ll     —     ,     ❞     Threat     trails     off     as     the     realization     settles.     What     upper     hand     did     she     have     to     a     boy     who     she     could     do     NO     HARM     ?     ❝     What     exactly     are     you     ?     ❞
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melodyback · 4 years ago
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"capes are powerful, fashion forward, and scientifically proven to make life 24.2% more dramatic." CALEB 2 MAY
harvey girls forever. / accepting. / @noterase
       there are moments — brief, very brief moments! but moments, nonetheless — when may occasionally wishes that when they’d died, they’d simply stayed dead. as incredibly wonderful as the hollywood ghost club could be, she can’t help but wonder if perhaps the opportunity to continue performing from beyond the grave was worth the ... interesting company.
       ( not that she didn’t enjoy caleb’s, or, bless his heart, willie’s, or any of the others’ company! but they sure are an eclectic bunch, aren’t they? )
       ❛ mhm, ❜ she hums, pausing filing her nails as she glances up to the boss man and points the nail file in his direction, ❛ i never said they weren’t. but, ❜ and here she raises an eyebrow, glancing down at where caleb’s cape has stuck between a pile of chairs she’d watched dante pile up earlier and one of the tables closest to the wall, the thick fabric wedged tight between the two. she makes no move to stand up and help him, knowing he’ll poof his way out of it in seconds, and instead shrugs, offering him that sweet smile of hers. ❛ they can be rather impractical, is all. ❜
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mermade · 4 years ago
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“nope. no, no, no, no cooking tonight, baby.” his arms wrap around her middle fast, and by the time he’s done speaking, she’s already turned away from the kitchen counter. luke holds bell snug against him and kisses at her ear, her cheek, her neck over and over in a stupid attempt to make her forget what she was trying to do. “it’s valentine’s day, which means i get to cook for you.” another squeeze, another kiss to her nose. “what’s the number for the pizza place on the corner?”
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        the feeling of his arms wrapping around her, sunlight-warm and accompanied by the sweet song of his voice in her hear, elicits a half-hearted whine of his name from her lips, her head playfully tilting to the side as he twirls her away from the counter. before she can even get out a teasing protest, her intent to play along with mock-persistence so he’ll get that goofy and totally cute satisfied smile when she finally agrees, his mouth is pressing against her skin, and suddenly, bell can’t really find it in her to even playfully deny him. as his lips flutter against her skin, she shuts her eyes, mind happily blank except for one sweet, all-consuming thought. 
        she loves him. oh, she loves him. 
         ❛ mmm, how sweet. ❜ her voice is punctuated with a lazy, lovesick giggle, eyes fluttering open to gaze up at him and that bright, proud smile. god, she’s so gone on him. she leans in to press her own kiss to his nose, her lips spreading into a sweet, smitten smile at the sight of his ensuing nose crinkle. she can’t help but kiss the spot a second time before finally pulling away, eyebrows raising playfully as she reaches up to cup his cheek, tapping at his cheekbone with her index finger. ❛ but i think you and i have different definitions of cooking, baby. ❜ she sure isn’t going to complain, though. 
         especially considering ( and she says this with all the love in the world, truly ) the concoctions luke happily puts into his mouth some days can be ... well, interesting, to say the least.
         ❛ i think iris wrote it down on one of the post-its on the fridge, ❜ she says, voice soft as she glances just past his face, and sure enough, the bright assortment of sticky notes decorating their fridge stares back at her. if she focuses on it, she can just make out a little doodle of a pizza on one of them, indistinguishable writing she’s sure is the phone number underneath it. her lips brush against his ear as she turns her attention back to luke, and she slides her hand from his cheek into his hair, graceful fingers tangling in the soft strands. as she peppers kisses across the birthmarks on his face, from his nose to under his eye to his chin, a sly look slips across her face. ❛ i think the pizza can wait, though. just for a few more minutes, don’t you think? ❜
         she still sometimes can’t believe he’s here with her — but at the same time, especially in moments like this, with their bodies notched together as though they’d always been meant to be intertwined, it feels like he’s been in her life forever. the cognitive dissonance swirls in her head until she kisses him to silence it, her lips quirking up in a sweet smile as she presses them against his. no matter how long he’s been here, he’s home either way. 
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kindofvertigo-m · 4 years ago
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notgroupie · 4 years ago
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                           “   you’re   sad,   aren’t   ya? ”
                  she  has   a   knack   for   perceiving   people’s   sadness   (when   you   listen   to   someone’s   music   so   much,   you   kind   of   learn   their   way   of   thinking   –   you   know   them,   it’s   like   you   truly   know   them   better   than   anyone   else   ).   or   perhaps,   it’s   just   a   matter   of   seeing   herself   in   the   way   his   voice   quietens   and   pauses   when   he   murmurs   idly   to   himself, the   way   he   avoids   her   gaze   as   she   threads     painted   fingernails   through   his   hair.
                Luke  reminds   her   of   herself   when   she   first   came   to   Los  Angeles   (   she   had   little   to   carry   as   luggage   too,   no   money   at   all   and   just   a   desire   to   escape from   things   ).   maybe   it’s   the   way   he’ll   stare   at   the      journal   in   his   hands   as   the   lyrics scribbled   down   onto   paper   take   form   into   a   song   –  maybe   it’s   the   way   she   sees   in   his   eyes   something   she   cannot   see   in   hers   :   nostalgia.    Penny   doesn’t   like   looking   back   (   life’s   so  short,   there’s   no   point   in   regretting   anything   ).
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                 “   you   look   sad,   ”   she   leans   down,   presses   a   soft   peck   to   Luke’s   forehead   after pushing   messy   bangs   back   from   his   forehead   (   his head   rests   on   her   lap;   that’s   all   they   ever   do,   and   for   Penny   that’s   something   new   ).   Sex   is   the   connection   she’s   most   used   to,   but   it’s   far   from   being   the   only   one   she   can   have   with   any   musician.   Maybe   she   likes   that   there’s   a   chance   they   can   have   more   time   like   this,   “   is   it   ‘cause   of   the   song?   I   remember   once,   I   was   touring   with   a   band   I   won’t disclose   out   of   respect   for   the   lead   singer’s   privacy,   ”   smile   curves   on   her   lips,   all   sunshine   and   gold   as   she   speaks,   “   but   he   would   always   get   this   …   look   on   his   face,   every   time   he   wrote   a   song   about   his   granny.   and   there   were   a lot   about   her   –   you   kinda   had   that   same   look  on   your   face   for   a   second.   ”   (  @pahtterson​  )
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shinemadea · 4 years ago
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@pahtterson​  
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          “  shhh  !  “  it’s  a  failed  attempt  to  stifle  both  their  bouts  of  quiet  laughter  ,  palm  coming  to  press  against  his  mouth  as  she  hears  alex’s  agitated  toss  &  turn  coming  from  the  back  of  the  bus  .  late  hours  of  the  night  have  caught  up  to  them  again  ,  the  moon  their  only  chaperone  as  they  joke  &  write  &  relish  the  only  moments  of  privacy  they’ve  shared  in  days  -----  not  that  they  need  much  of  that  anyway  ,  right  ?  palm  swiftly  removed  (  why  did  she  do  that  ?!  )  ,  she  buries  her  hand  in  the  bag  of  gummy  bears  recklessly  tossed  on  the  table  ,  taking  hold  of  the  last  green  one  before  she  pops  it  in  her  mouth  .  “  there  .  no  more  alien  bears  .  “
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mohlinas · 4 years ago
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“i like this family. i’d like to keep it.” help
critical role. / accepting.
        her fingers card through his hair, still damp from the post-show shower she insisted they both had to take before settling down on the couch, his head resting comfortably on her lap. it was always so tempting to just give into the exhaustion settling into her bones as the burning adrenaline begins to fade and just deal with it tomorrow, but julie always tried to remind herself that it really had more pros than cons — the main benefit being that they were both extremely sweaty after a regular show ( let alone a two show day ), but also that the shower would also help them wind down some of that pent-up energy, and the time alone while he was in the bathroom would give her time to make them something to eat, anyway.
        ( read as: give her time to stare blankly at her fridge as she tries to convince herself to make something before giving in to her exhaustion and grabbing them some leftovers from their take-out the night before. whatever, same outcome. )
        as she listens to him recount something that had happened that night that she’d missed ( something about willie accidentally kicking tanya mid-song and almost knocking her off the stairs, and her resulting stink eye for the rest of the number ), julie twirls one of the shorter strands across his forehead around one finger, smiling as the makeshift ringlet falls back against his skin. she glances down to meet his eyes when the story ends and his tone turns wistful, brown meeting green just as the words leave his mouth, more soft-spoken than she’s used to. despite the flutter in her chest, the unspoken reminder behind the words makes her heart sink.
        she’d almost managed to forget he only had two weeks left. 
        the tug in her heart pulls her downwards, leaning over to press her lips gently against his forehead before she moves lower to meet his lips. it still always surprises her how different kisses like these feel, when it’s just the two of them, just purely luke and julie, as opposed to the kisses they share onstage — even though the line’s been blurring for quite a while now.
        ❛ hey, ❜ julie says as she pulls away, voice low as she slips her hand back into his hair, brushing through the soft strands. her other hand comes to rest against his own, thumb brushing against the music note she doesn’t even have to look to find anymore. the expression on his face at the thought of the impending end of his contract is reminiscent of a kicked puppy, and even as her heart pounds uncomfortably in time with the ticking clock, she can’t deny that it’s a cute look on him. she peppers his face with a few more kisses, her lips bouncing between his cheeks and the tip of his nose, before she speaks again.
        ❛ even once you guys go, you’re not gonna be able to get rid of us, you know that. you guys are part of the show, okay? you’ll always be part of the family. ❜ always a part of her. it goes unspoken, but she thinks he might hear it anyway.
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pehters · 4 years ago
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               “C’MON, LUKE ! CAN’T you just listen to it?” He knew that Luke was in his own writing mood, which usually came with a sort of tunnel vision that meant he couldn’t see past the page until he finally got the song out of his head and onto the page. 
And Reggie wouldn’t usually bother him when he was right in the middle of it, but he’d been in a writing mood of his own, and he had to share it or else his heart was gonna explode.
“I’ll let you get back to your stuff real quick, I promise. But Alex is gone and Bobby’s at home and I think I got something.” 
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kindabitch · 4 years ago
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“sleeping beauty awakens.”   (  @pahtterson​  )
                 She    doesn't    really    like   people    staying    in    her    house    for    the    night    (   it’s    too    tiny,    she    thinks,    to    small    and   lame    and    the    constant    yelling    of    her    mother   arguing    with    her    father    over    how    he    can’t   hold    a    steady    job    ruin    any    kind    of    intimacy   one    could    expect    to    have    ).    it    doesn’t   matter    how    pink    and    stylish    and    cute    her   bedroom    looks,    to    Maddy,    it    just    feels    wrong   –    sleepovers    are    mostly    done    at    Cassie’s   or    Kat’s,    there    is    always    an    excuse    put   upfront    to    avoid    bringing    her    friends    over.
                     When    she    awakes    by    the   sound    of    soft    humming,    Maddy    immediately    notices   she’s    not    in    the    old        motel    leaving    town   by    the    curve,    that    she    can’t    smell    Nate’s   cologne    –    and    mostly,    that    there    is    an   almost    overwhelming    sense    of    peace    within    the   room.
               Luke    is    humming    –    it   takes    her    a    moment    to    adjust    her    eyes    to   the    morning    light,    and    to    notice    that    he’s   stayed    with    her    as    he    promised    (    they    are  both    dressed,    it    shouldn’t    be    something    she   pays    attention    to,    but    she    does    ).    and    as   she    rubs    the    sleep    away    from    her    eyes,    now   smudged    of    eyeshadow    and    blue    liner,    it    dawns   on    her    she    must    look    like    shit    (   it    dawns    on    her    that    he    must’ve    seen    her   sleep,    kick    around    and    move    –    Nate    always   would    bitch    about    her    kicking    in    her    sleep    ).   instinct    tells    her    to    bury    her    face    into   her    pillow    to    avoid    being    seen    in    all    her   morning    grossness,    but    her    body    seems    to    want   to    move    closer    to    Luke’s,    seeking    for    warmth,  seeking    for    him.
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                        “    you    really    stayed    the   whole    night    …    and    we    didn’t    even    do   anything.    I    feel    lame    now.    ”    snort    is   drowned    against    her    pink    cushions    (    this   feels    like    an    almost    new    sense    of    intimacy    to   her,    one    that    brings    her    profound    ease    ),   “    you    were    humming    …    was    that    a    new   song?    ”
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lucarus · 4 years ago
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𝙵𝚃 .       @pahtterson
                    THE     LONG     SIP     FROM     PIPING     HOT     COFFEE     does     nothing     but     aggravate     her     nerves     further.     Hosting     an     award     show     for     the     first     time     was     a     big     deal     ,     her     talent     agent     (     practically     turned     pseudo     manager     at     this     rate     )     reminded     her     when     he     first     presented     the     opportunity.     He     had     told     her     that     it     could     make     or     break     her     ,     especially     with     her     steady     rise     in     popularity.     Luciana     wasn’t     necessarily     the     talk     of     the     town     just     yet     ,     but     her     name     came     about     in     casual     conversation.     They     spoke     about     her     like     the     girl     they     all     seemed     to     know     ,     yet     no     one     could     touch.     A     distant     dream.     She’s     well     aware     that     successful     completion     of     the     show     would     yield     nothing     but     further     praise.     What     she     hadn’t     expected     to     be     a     hurdle     in     her     path     was     her     co     -     host.     
❝     Hey     ,     ❞     She     greets     him     with     a     smile     that     she’s     practiced     more     times     than     she’d     like     to     admit     and     holds     a     small     green     can     out     to     him.     A     classic     Luke     Patterson     drink.     She     finds     herself     mentally     correcting     herself     almost     instantly     :     what     had     once     been     his     classic     drink.     ❝     They     were     out     of     Monsters     ,     ❞     For     a     second     it     seems     like     the     confidence     in     her     voice     falters     ,     and     her     gaze     flitters     away     in     embarrassment.     Maybe     this     wasn’t     a     good     idea.     All     of     it     ,     but     particularly     the     ‘     going     out     of     your     way     to     get     your     ex     a     drink     ’     move.     Unfortunately     ,     time     only     moves     forward     despite     how     desperately     she     wishes     to     turn     it     back     ,     so     she     counts     the     seconds     of     silence     before     breaking     it.     Nervously     tucking     her     hair     behind     her     ear     ,     her     voice     softens.     ❝     How’ve     you     been     ?     ❞                    
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grogupositivity · 4 years ago
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I would love to send some love to @pahtterson​ ! Kitty is a bright light on the dash and definitely helps make our rpc a happier, funner place ! What she adds to my dash cannot be understated ! I am so grateful for the time she spends providing amazing content to us !
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melodyback · 4 years ago
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"i was all kinds of fucked up a few weeks ago." KAYLA FOR CARRIE
critical role. / accepting. / @kayndie
       ❛ um, yeah. i know. i was there, kay. ❜
       as if she hadn’t been the one who’d had to guide her across the house, kayla’s arm slung loosely across her shoulders as she all but carried the smaller girl, to find some place for her to lay down. kayla had ended up in the guest room, and seriously, it’s a miracle nothing ended up covered in vomit. carrie shoots her a look, eyebrows raised, as she places her hands on her hips. kayla should know by now that carrie wilson does not take no for an answer. 
       ❛ and that’s so not an excuse. ❜ she’s already annoyed she had to wait so long before she could ask, but there was no way she was getting anywhere questioning her with the state kayla had been in for days after that party, and then dirty candy had booked a gig, so all of their focus had been on rehearsals, but she is not getting out of it now. ❛ yeah, you were fucked up, but that doesn’t mean everything you say was bullshit. especially when you’re talking about a boy. ❜ 
       with a girlish grin, she drops onto kayla’s bed, bumping her shoulder against hers and kicking her feet in the air behind her in a picture perfect impression of a giddy teenage girl on the phone in a movie. she drops her chin into her hands, bright eyes shining with a curious sparkle. 
       ❛ sooooooo — who’s reggie? and why’d you want to see him so bad when i was carrying you to bed? ❜ her smile sharpens almost imperceptibly as she tosses a lock of hair behind her shoulder faux-casually. ❛ and why’s this the first i’m hearing of him? ❜
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