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jubileena.:

          ( °. — ♡ WHEN TINKA SAIDshe was okay, jubileena simply nodded and smiled. “ great ! “, she replied, throwing her arms up in the air briefly before clearing her throat. for some reason, the brunette got the idea she wasn’t t h a t welcome; but then again, tink had invited her over herself… it was probably all in her head. once the blonde opened the door, only to guide her through the messy room, jubileena followed suit, trying her hardest not to step on anything which covered her floor. “ thanks. this is a cute room. small, but cosy. “, she replied, plopping down beside tinka on her mattress, smiling over at her. 

It was WEIRD, having someone other than Peter on the mattress beside her. Or in her room, period. Tink didn’t know how to feel about it. Nor did she know how to feel about the compliment-- “cosy ?” was Leena just being nice ? There was no way someone who drove a cherry red convertible and wore cute sweaters could think that this room was anything other than a disaster. Still.. it was hard to tell. Leena didn’t sound insincere. And Tink knew a lot about insincerity. Ever-reluctantly, she smiled, mumbling a soft “Thanks.” Tink cleared her throat then, resting her chin back on her knees and glancing over at Jubileena, sitting beside her. “You were talking about this boy...” She started, hating how awkward she sounded. She’d never navigated conversation quite like this before. Tink cleared her throat again. “I mean... do you want to keep talking... about it...”

wendybird.:

           ❝ ˛✦ ⊰ WHEN TINKA OPENEDher mouth but nothing much came out, the brunette frowned a little bit as she tilted her head to the side, keeping her eyes trained on the blonde as the moonlight illuminated her features. honestly, wendy was wrecking her brain as she tried to find out what the girl could possibly be doing at their place, at this hour, at john’s room. did they ? was she ? was he… ? he’d never talked about her with wendy before… would he tell her ? if ever the guy would start dating someone ? “ friends ? “, the brunette asked, the frown getting even more prominent. “ i mean… i k n o w… he’s a lost boy. “, wendy replied, unsure of what exactly her definition of friends was. “ are you ? are you two… ? i mean… “, the girl muttered as she raised her brows slowly. “ do you l i k e him ? “.

The WAY Wendy questioned her made Tink so legitimately and painfully, physically uncomfortable that she wondered if she might black out. She kept her eyes squeezed shut and rubbed two fingers against her temples as she shook her head, a quick nod yes and then a no-- what was she supposed to say ? Make it stop played on a loop in her mind, like a faulty tape. She’d have to cut ties with John. Leave town, change her name. Adopt a low-profile. Work in McDonalds. The depressing scenes of her future reality played in hyper-speed as she wrestled in the meantime with an actual way to answer Wendy-- any actual way-- who still stood across from her, angelic in her nightgown, impatiently waiting, oblivious to everything Tink was thinking. Finally, Tink's green eyes snapped open and she shrugged-- a big, albeit quick, motion. “We’re figuring it out.” She blurted-- the most honest she could be. “We... started hanging out after Peter... you know, left... and he asked you to go with him...” She paused, shut her eyes again. “That’s not the point. What... I mean... is...” A sigh. “I like, hate saying this, because, he’s, you know, your brother... but he just makes me feel like... when I’m with him, I mean...” She rambled, unable to start or finish a coherent sentence. God, the torture was endless.

hiro.:

As soon as Tinka’s hand hovered above his head, Hiro couldn’t help but flinch, expecting the familiar sting that came with plucking out hair. Thankfully, it seemed that Tinka was simply putting on a show as opposed to actually following through with the motion. Hiro’s relief was short-lived, however, when her backpack came crashing down on the table he’d set up. Had his cup not been half empty, more than just a few droplets would’ve spilled. It was bad enough that his scratch paper had fluttered to the ground, earning a groan from the boy genius as he leaned over to snatch them back up.

“You’ll get one when we’re halfway through with your work,” he clarified, situating the textbook and papers once more. “Since this is summer school, we’re probably going to need to cover more lessons in a shorter time frame. This is just algebra, though, so it shouldn’t be that hard. Mind giving me your syllabus again so we can look over the homework?”

“Halfway through ?” Tinka mumbled, picking through her backpack as she did so, scattering pieces of half-finished projects across the once tidy workspace in an attempt to dredge up her algebra folder from the bottom of the bag. Finally, she yanked it out, pausing to smooth a bent corner before passing the entire folder to Hiro. To date, she’d only been to three class sessions, which translated into a semi-organized algebra folder; he’d find the syllabus without her help. In a week’s time, it would probably be torn and crumpled amid a mass of scratch paper, doodles, and unfinished hand-outs. 

“Hiro, I didn’t eat yet today.” She told him, her voice level but her face flushed. She crammed all the pieces of her projects back into her bag before thunking the whole thing onto the floor. Then, she turned to stare at him. “How am I supposed to do math without brain fuel.” She glanced at his croissant, then back at his face. “Just let me finish yours before we do this. Yeah ?” 

peter pan.:

tinkerbell.

{ @faeriydust​ }

     The thirtieth of may in all its annual repetition wasn’t a day of significance for most. for peter however — although, mind you, he was a boy of little patience and the tendency to get bored so easily, a boy who hated the ever happening passing of time too, the day carried a special place in his heart. starting the week prior, an excited smile was plastered non-stop across his lips and this year, more than the ones before, he’d become busy; cheap excuses were made and his behaviour became secretive, making it obvious for everyone who knew and did not know him that peter pan was planning something, and by the hints which were dropped by sheer accident ( probably, seemingly because peter was too excited to keep his own secret safe ) one could only assume it was a party — massive and loud and crowded, and absolutely not what peter had planned for tink’s birthday but he liked her to believe that he did.

     He’d watched the realisation grow in her eyes over the weeks and the question mark practically hovering over her head as she pondered about possible ways to tell him she did not want to celebrate her birthday with all of her friends, their friends and the friends of their friends who’d all come swarming like bees around the honeypot because they did not want to miss a party thrown and planned by someone as megalomaniacal as peter pan. it wasn’t exactly nice of him, but for the sake of the surprise – and for the sake of his own amusement for he had trouble not to burst into laughter every time she seemed incapable of finding a solution; one that would not ruin his excitement and wipe the smile of his face – he did so without remorse. 

     “ Tink !! “ peter called, his voice loud and boisterous ringing through the street she lived in and without a doubt, reaching her window too. the smile on his lips was possibly the brightest it had been so far in this week. “ come here, birthday girl !! i’ve a surprise for you !! “ and spread arms waiting for her as soon as she came outside.

At the sound of his voice, Tink’s nimble fingers froze, mid-way in their reach for a tiny pair of scissors to cut a piece of thread. Her whole face started to heat up like it was set on a burner, brightly; and she shrugged her shoulders up to her ears in an attempt to hide her blush in the big, gray hoodie of Peter’s that she was wearing ( knowing, even as she did so, that her efforts were mostly in vain. He didn’t have to see her for him to know she was blushing, and she knew he knew this ). Carefully, Tink set aside the miscellany of her project, before inching towards her window and peeking outside. Peter stood center-street, radiant in the bars of sunlight that cut through the spaces between the trees lining the road. She felt her heart skip a beat, as it always did in the wake of him, its rhythm knocked off-tune simply by the force of his presence. She noticed his toothy grin spread wider as he spotted her, and, quickly, she ducked back, reaching a hand up to smooth the fly-aways of her bun, suddenly filled with a jangly sort of energy; a trembling nervousness. 

Peter had been acting strange-- and not just because of what had transpired between them in the weeks before. Not awkward, not unsure. Nothing like that. Strange like shady-- like he was keeping a secret ( or trying to, but not very hard ). Whispering to one of the boys when they were all together, and glancing at her as he did so; sending quick texts every couple of seconds with the screen tilted away from her. Avoiding her pointed questions with a sly grin and a nondescript shrug of his broad shoulders. Listing items like baking soda and bottle rockets under his breath. Like he was planning something big. She wasn’t stupid. Sometimes, Tink lost track of the days-- especially when she spent them all in a sleepless blur with Peter and the boys-- but she was ( perhaps now more so than ever before ) acutely aware of her birthday’s approach, and she linked this dreadful event to Peter’s suddenly suspicious behavior. It was the only explanation-- and it freaked her out.

Nineteen was no special age. It was unremarkable. A final claim to teenage rebellion that most people squandered. More than that, it was her nineteenth birthday-- and who cared? She could count, on one hand, the list of people that might. But whatever Peter seemed to be planning, for her, left the impression of a celebration that included a lot more people than she could count on one hand. Or two. Or even if she included all of her toes. And whatever it was, it was happening today. She considered ignoring him-- but he’d already seen her, and she knew he would scale his way up to her window before he’d let her get out of this. So, with deep reluctance, Tink tugged on a pair of denim shorts, marred with sharpie around the back pockets, and also stuffed a tank top into her bottomless black purse, in case the sweatshirt she donned became too much to bear in the Californian summer. She hesitated at the door, groaning softly, cracking her knuckles-- creating meaningless space between now and the moment she would have to face her well-meaning, totally off-track-with-this-stupid-not-so-secret-party idea Peter Pan. And then she twisted the knob, took a flight of stairs, pushed open the front door, and stepped outside.

frzelsa :

carthay shitpost ( ft. @bonfamilletoulouse, @petalsprite, @gillmoorish, @faeriydust, @umbrclla )

vanellope.:

vanellope and tinka had sort of become acquaintances in a weird way. the two of them cared for peter and were a bit jealous of the attention he gave wendy. that was not something either of them had shared with one another but there was still a sort of unspoken respect between them. at least, van believed there was. looking up at tinka, the girl wiped at her eyes. “i hate b-b-boys. and g-girls. i hate b-bullies. i hate my life. i want this all to end. i j-j-just wanna wake up one morning and be someone else for once.”

It was startling ( to Tink, at least )-- Vanellope’s immediate willingness to open up to her. Even if the sentences were disjointed and the snippets of information were too vague to really grasp. Tink blinked and stared hard at Van’s splotchy, tear-streaked face, wracking her brain for any kind of comfort or advice. She wondered-- what would Peter say? Peter was not the best at being a comfort in emotional situations-- then, what would Wendy say? Who cared what Wendy would say. Tink opened and closed her mouth a few times in the silence that followed Van’s raw admittance, before finally stuttering out-- “But uh, if you were someone else, you wouldn’t have the highest score ever in Sugar Rush...?” 

john + tinka

Steals the blankets to create a blanket cocoon, and which one spends the night trying to tug out a corner of it to sleep under? Definitely Tinka– especially when she comes over to watch a movie and ends up falling asleep on his bed. John is so tall anyway that most blankets don’t cover his feet that well (also because he likes to hike his blanket up to his chin to feel warm at night)– so he really doesn’t mind that much when Tink hogs the blanket. Every now and then though, he’ll get cold and try to worm his way underneath what little blanket Tink has left for him. That or he would just give up entirely and grab another blanket for himself and they would have matching cocoons.Takes spontaneous selfies everywhere, and which one always has their eyes closed in them? Tink would definitely be the one to take pictures of them when they’re out exploring or just hanging out at her apartment. John will occasionally take sneak-attack candid shots of her, but generally he would just appear in all of their photos with his mouth open, mid-sentence. On the off chance that Tink talks him into taking a picture and John is fully aware that it’s being taken, he would either make a weird face and ruin it, or drop the cheeky antics and genuinely smile. Calls and makes appointments like a responsible adult, and which one would rather eat dirt than make a phone call? John would honestly rather eat dirt than talk to a stranger on the phone, he is a coward. Tink would definitely be the one to schedule appointments and have to remind him about them, because he will most definitely forget about it if she doesn’t remind him the day before and the day of.Forgets what’s in the oven because their favorite song came on, and which one smells the smoke? Tinka would definitely smell the smoke and bring him back to reality if he ever got distracted while cooking (which you know he will, since John is not exactly a practiced chef and his mind tends to wander very easily). And you know the mature side of John would be absolutely mortified that he nearly burned the house down. He would just sheepishly apologize before ordering a pizza in attempt to salvage the night. Changes their wardrobe with the seasons, and which one has been wearing the same three shirts in rotation for six months? Tink is definitely a more eclectic dresser than John (she puts a lot more consideration into what she wears, since she up-cycles some of her own clothes and shoes). John literally wears the same handful of button-downs and t-shirts all of the time– when he likes a piece of clothing, he just sticks with it. I can’t see him getting adventurous with his clothes or changing them with the seasons like Tink would.Goes wild in the art supply store, and which one goes wild in the office supply store? Tink would definitely be the one to drag John into an art supply store for one of her projects and just go absolutely crazy. He wouldn’t even mind honestly, since he likes to draw from time to time. He would take advantage of the trip and look at some of the sketchbooks and pencils, but he wouldn’t be nearly as excited as Tink. John would just nod along and follow her around while she talks about her projects– and you know he would definitely get distracted by anything weird or interesting, like multicolored glitter glue or something. At the office supply store though, John would go off, geeking out about dumb shit like new hole punchers or really nice ballpoint pens. He would totally be one of those people that freaks out over wax seal sets at supply stores, but never actually uses them. Even though John can be lazy, he is still a little nerd that really loves nice office supplies.Journals about their feelings every night before bed, and which one would describe their feelings at any given moment as “mad,” “sad,” or “glad”? OOF, they’re both super bad at processing feelings, but I feel like John would be the one to keep a journal out of the two of them. He’s learned to love stories and writing from his sister, so I could definitely see John start to write in a journal. He would initially start by just jotting down things that happened throughout the day or cataloging his adventures with the Lost Boys. As time progressed, I could see his entries slowly getting more personal and weirdly introspective (because he is an eighteen year old boy having a midlife crisis tbh). Tink is definitely more guarded than John when it comes to reflection and her feelings, so if he were to ask her what’s wrong, she would just curtly reply that she was fine until he slowly started to break down her usual defenses. Arranges their food to look like a happy face, and which one secretly thinks it’s adorable? Definitely John. You can bet that he still loves dinosaur chicken nuggets and fun finger foods– because he is an actual dork and forever a child, no matter how mature he thinks he is. John would totally be the kind of person to make Tink pancakes and put a smiley face on them with whipped cream. And of course Tink would just roll her eyes at him but still smile and think it was adorable. You know he would gradually get more creative with it too and just start drawing weird things on them to make her smile or laugh– like a bearded wizard or devil face with the name of someone she hated underneath it.

{ @faeriydust }

hey my dudes my guys, i want to apologize for my extreme M.I.A-ness the past ~week and a half? two weeks? or so? i’ve been coming on enough to keep up with some replies and sort of feigning activity just because i’ve had awholebunch going on in my personal life lately. some good and some bad, lots of exhausting, i really don’t have excuses man but i’m here to tell yall that it’s clearing up and i’m striking a balance and that means a more steady presence on tink, thank you all for endless patience, one of these days i’ll get this right, please forgive, ily, 

jubileena.:

           ( °. — ♡ PATIENTLY – WELL HOWEVER patient jubileena bing-bing could get – the brunette waited for the other to open the door. was she even there ? leena was pretty convinced they’d agreed on meeting up right now… but then again, it wouldn’t be the first one the girl was wrong about something. she was about to give up and admit defeat when suddenly, the door knob started moving, indicating someone was standing on the other side of the door. a smile immediately spread across her features. “ hi ! how are you ? “, the brunette asked without wasting a second, being cheery enough for the two of them. trying to peek into the room to examine the damage, jubileena lifted her shoulders nonchalantly before focusing her attention back on tinka bell. “ that’s alright. i mean, i don’t really care. “, she assured the blonde with a firm nod.    

“I mean.. O.K.” Tink agreed, dubiously, before ducking away from the door some, then pulling it open. The old hinges creaked as it swung, making Tinka flinch with embarrassment-- just another thing she could add to the long list of everything she owned that was older than dirt and just about as cheap. She tried not to look too hard at the clean figure Leena cut, especially in comparison to the mess of everything surrounding her. Instead, Tink fixed all her attention into finding a pathway back to her bed-- which was a mattress on a box spring on the floor-- and, once she’d made it without disturbing the peace, she flung herself down. Curling her knees up towards her chin, she muttered, “Welcome, or whatever.” Her cheeks still burning.

nibs.:

“Hey, could you–” Before Nibs had the chance to finish his sentence, he heard the sickening crunch of one hundred dollars going straight down the drain – or, in simpler terms, someone crushing his Fitbit beneath their foot. He sucked in a quick breath and squeezed his eyes shut, as if that would somehow solve his problem. When he eventually cracked one open, he saw his now destroyed fitness watch laying in pieces, which was honestly just a cherry on top of the shit-stained sundae he called a day. 

“Please just kill me now,” he sighed, running both hands over his face. “I don’t know if I should scream or cry. Have a preference?”

“Cry.” Tink mumbled, stepping back some and lifting her foot to examine the sole of her green flat. She brushed a chunk of fiberglass away before turning her eyes up towards Nibs, her face getting brighter by the second. “I’m sorry, Nibs.” She tried, although she’d lifted a hand to cover her mouth, and it muffled her words. Tink bit anxiously at her thumb for a minute, before suddenly kneeling, and sweeping a piece of the band and part of the digital face into her palm. “Maybe it’s still O.K...”

zarina.:

In the past Tink always called the shots and while she claims that all is well and there was two of them in the relationship, it didn’t feel like that at all. And it certainly wasn’t going to be a them any time soon, that decision was already decided by Z. Her blood wasn’t even boiling, it was more like ice running through her veins, her cold gaze matching it perfectly. “No? You shouldn’t have to? Why? Because everything has to go your way, right? Not anymore,” the girl said, her stern stare never leaving her sight. She wanted to make sure that the message got across crystal clear. Listening to her ramblings, Z couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows. “And what does that have to do with me? I don’t have many friends either and I’d like to keep it that way and I’m not sure if you noticed but it’s been over a year, get a new puppy to follow you around because I’m not fucking doing it,” she retorted. Even with her confession, Z’s expressions didn’t change, not for a bit. “I’m important to you? Bullshit.”

Z’s cruelty was so startling, so beyond anything Tinka could have imagined her actually saying, that Tink only stared, her jaw dropped open stupidly, her face an ever-deepening shade of red. She wanted to shout-- what are you talking about ? She wanted to point a finger and demand-- how dare you. Tink was both humiliated and defiant, immediately playing defense against the accusations Zarina laid out before her. Their friendship had been its own entity-- a contained world; a satellite moon to the spinning planet that Peter and the rest of the Lost Boys inhabited. Tink had always crossed freely between the two-- from Zarina to Peter, and back again-- and she couldn’t fathom that Zarina’s experience could have been any different than her own. Her eyes flashed all across Zarina’s face as she tried to piece together any kind of logic, and, when she came up short, she started to tremble. “How can you say that?” she demanded, albeit quietly. Tink tugged uncomfortably at the sleeve of her jacket, before finally, reluctantly, dropping her gaze to the grimy floor. 

morph.:

continued from here !! @faeriydust

morph burst out laughing. “tink has hurt itself in its confusion.” they shook their head and shrugged. “brave to assume i even have a soul.”

the attempts made at genuine, heartfelt conversation were few and far between in Tinka’s life. she didn’t venture down paths of emotional connection often-- so when she did, those conversations carried significantly more weight. if the situation were reversed, she would have done as Morph did now and brush it off-- but since the situation wasn’t reversed, Tinka flushed tomato red at having ventured into unreciprocated territory. “you’re right. clearly there’s been a mix-up. you're soul-less.” Tink mumbled, fast and without looking in their direction. 

Tink & Peter

                                   which one in your otp

Steals the blankets to create a blanket cocoon, and which one spends the night trying to tug out a corner of it to sleep under? 

     Tink — because what doesn’t she steal from him? it started with a jumper he offered to her freezing form when they were children ( which, needless to say, was never returned to peter again ), remained a habit throughout the course of their friendship and has now morphed into tink stealing the blanket from him every night. admittedly, peter doesn’t mind it at all. where tink feels most secure wrapped into her own little world and the illusion that in her bed, hidden underneath a blanket nothing bad will ever find her, peter finds his freedom in sleeping entirely without it, without the weight of it pressing him down and holding him back. it’s the perfect fit, and yet, they always find each other drawing closer at night, waking up to tangled limps, the blanket messily slung around both of them in ways that make actually ‘ getting up ‘ a puzzle challenge neither of them is capable of forcing their brain to solve, which ends, you guessed it, in sleeping in together.

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who are you most jealous of in town? And what are three things you wish were different about your life?

              ❝ ˛✦ ⊰ “ I’M NOT REALLY the jealous type of person. “, the brunette started before averting her gaze to her feet, clearing her throat. “ but i think… if i really need to pick someone… maybe tinka. but please don’t ever tell her that. she’d rub it in my face for sure and it’s not even that prominent. just… deep down, i guess, maybe a little but. “. { @faeriydust }

                                                                                                    { HONESTY HOUR – accepting }

by R.J Johnson

hey friends! i’m back from a weekend of work H E L L  and unfortunately sick as a result but !! at least that means i have a lot of time 2 be online???? yayyy anyways i literally only have two replies in my drafts-- one for zarina and one for morph-- but i know there’s gotta be more out there that i owe? if you could give this a like or otherwise DM me if i owe you a reply to a thread, that would be awesome thx homies