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Bayfield Task: 002 // ft. Bennett Delaney
Bennett. Bennett. He's complicated, and so are my feelings for him. Maybe I have such a hard time moving on because he's the first person I ever really loved who loved me back; because I never got any closure, or any real explanation for why he left me the way he did. It feels like I see him everywhere. It's impossible to escape him. Like a wound that just wont heal because I can't stop picking at the scab. I know what I have to do— I have to force him out of my life so that I can move on. Bennett doesn't deserve the feelings I still harbor for him, and I know that. But I'm still trying to figure out how to let go. @bennett-delaney
One Last Song - Sam Smith [ xx ]
Maybe one day
I won't sing about you
I'll sing a song about someone new
But right here, right now
You are on my mind
And I think about you all the time
#{ wonder what we could have been | bennett }#brptask#what a SUCKER#tbh put him out of his misery im tired of his shit
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Bayfield Task 002: ft. Rich Rockwell
Rich. Where do I even begin? He was the first person to ever make me feel like what I could offer in a relationship was enough. That I was special, that I could be seen. He saw me. He really saw me. But I got scared and ran, ruining everything, as I usually do. Now we’re both left with these broken pieces that we can’t figure out how to put back together, or if they should even be put back together at all. These feelings I have for him are overwhelming and dangerous. It’s not good for either of us, but I can’t get him out of my head.
Somebody Else by The 1975.
“You said you’d find someone to take my place. I just don’t believe you’ve got it in you ‘cause we are just gonna keep doin’ it. And every time I start to believe in anything you’re saying I’m reminded that I should be getting over it.”
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THREE OF A KIND ; FEATURING BENJAMIN BYRNE
THOMAS SHELBY || Peaky Blinders.
“The end of a rope has been this man’s destiny since the night he was born.”
Patriarch. Brother. Murder.
JAX TELLER || Sons of Anarchy.
“Every time I think maybe I'm heading in the right direction,
I end up in a place I never even knew could feel this bad.”
Lover. Criminal. Leader.
BELLAMY BLAKE || The 100.
“Fears are fears. Slay your demons when you’re awake,
they won’t be there to get you in your sleep.”
Courageous. Ruthless. Honest.
Obviously, there is a theme going on here, and if you’ve seen any of these shows, I am sure you’re catching on. But basically, Benjamin is a man of his means. He is ruthless to all those who don’t share his blood--amidst some... and is willing to sacrifice anything to bring about the end he seeks. A natural born leader, even as the middle brother, Ben acts with his mind first rather than emotions. There is hardly anything he fears, and that is what makes him such a threat to those against him, because what can stop a man who has nothing to lose and everything to gain.
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TASK 001: THREE OF A KIND (or five apparently)
1. Cristina Yang | Grey’s Anatomy
In a word, ambitious. In fact Anna may even be described as ruthless. She does try not to hurt the people closest to her, but sometimes she can be so short-sighted that she only see the consequences her ambition has on herself.
2. Monica Geller | F.R.I.E.N.D.S
Simplified, a control freak. Everything is done Anna’s way or the highway and it certainly doesn’t help that she thinks that she is always the best choice.
3. Olivia Pope | Scandal
Maybe it’s her control freak nature, but she’s definitely a fixer. Back in DC she was the go to girl when anything was going wrong, whether in her father’s office or with her friends that she had made on the circuit. There wasn’t a problem that Anna Banks couldn’t solve...well, almost.
4. Ainsley Hayes | The West Wing
As you often find in the political world, Anna is very opinionated and much too stubborn to back down no matter how controversial that opinion might seem. Don’t even try to challenge her on what she considers herself an expert in, she went to law school you can’t scare her.
5. Rachel Green | F.R.I.E.N.D.S
A spoilt princess. The apple of her father’s eye, there wasn’t anything that Anna wanted and didn’t have. It made her selfish and at time manipulative, uncaring about others when she had her sights set on something she wanted.
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Bayfield Task 001 ; Three Four of a Kind
Spike Spiegel - Cowboy Bebop
"I felt like I was watching a dream I'd never wake up from. Before I knew it, the dream was all over."
Aloof, detached, charming.
Aside from the obvious similarity that both Spike and Warren have sustained injuries to their right eyes (unfortunately Warren does not have a cool cybernetic eye to replace his injured one) and how both characters are highly skilled at using martial arts, Warren also shares many other personality traits with Spike. Both Warren and Spike drift aimlessly through life just trying to find where they fit into society after a catastrophic event changed everything for them. Warren’s life seems to be almost episodic in nature, where he lives on day at a time with no real aspirations for the future. Also this short clip found here [ x ] really sums up both character’s attitudes when faced with certain death.
Raylan Givens - Justified
“Ever get the feeling God’s laughing at you?”
Stubborn, authoritative, walking emotional disaster.
Like Raylan, Warren is able to keep his cool in most tense situations. He’s very straight forward and blunt when speaking. He’s a good man at heart, but his internalized rage threatens to consume him. Warren’s done some questionable things in his past, but his mistakes were always made with the best intentions.
Geralt of Rivia - The Witcher
“I've understood that the sun shines differently when something changes, but I'm not the axis of those changes. The sun shines differently, but it will continue to shine, and jumping at it with a hoe isn't going to do anything. We've got to accept facts, elf. That's what we've got to learn."
Cynical, worrisome, conflicted.
Both characters feel as though they do not belong in the world that they live in. Warren is very protective of the few friends and family he’s close with. He also tends to help out people that may not necessarily like him, but he does it anyways because he feels like it’s the right thing to do.
Shinji Ikari - Neon Genesis Evangelion / End of Evangelion: Death & Rebirth
“I must not run away.”
Self destructive, nihilistic, closed off.
Shinji more so represents the formative years of Warren’s life, when he was trying to establish his own self worth by doing what makes him happy rather than what his father/family wants for him. His self worth issues stem from the toxic environment in which he was raised. Warren tends to chose escapism rather than come face to face with reality. He constantly wants to be needed by others as a way of affirming his own value in himself.
#brptask#brptask1#// all these characters I included are really complex and its hard to explain what makes them all so great ???#// tldr; Spike Raylan and Geralt are more representative of the badass persona Warren shows the world#// while Shinji is representative of his internalized phobias and the side of him he keeps hidden#// had to cut myself short because I would have rambled forever on this
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They Tried to Make Me Go to Rehab || One-Shot || Bdrptask
Or the one where you all get a look into Tink’s time in rehab.
TW: drug abuse and use, mentions of possible rape, and Tink just being a sad shit.
Loud party music blared in her ears, vibrated her very core. It would be enough to give even the sanest person a headache for days. But for Tink it was a safe haven. The louder the music the better. And with the near Brompton Cocktail of drugs rushing through her system it was just what she’d needed. It had been a concoction designed to numb her just a bit. And it had worked. Tink felt nearly nothing, save for the thump thumping bass surrounding her. It buoyed her up, made a hazy smile find a home on her lips, as her body pressed against another. The heat brought a flush to her cheeks, her chest, and her breath became heavier than normal.
But Tinker Bell didn’t care.
Her body, her veins, her heart. They were all singing the same song: More. Not enough. All she could do was obey. She took what she could find, what she was offered. Cliff was there at her side, at the ready. How much had he already given her? Uppers, downers, everything in between. Everything but Fey’s. She might have been out of it but she had known deep down that she couldn’t do that. Not again. Not after….
The fairy’s head had shook then, a laugh forcing it’s way from her throat. She felt good, so good, she was floating. High above everyone at the party, in Swynlake. She could see all the little building and houses, their lights twinkling at her almost as if they were winking. Begging her to come back to Earth, back to her home.
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Tink gasped, sweat covering her brow and pain radiating through her body, as she woke. Just as it had the past couple of days, her body took it’s time recognizing where she was. The bed was hard, the sheets scratchy. The sun that peeked through the beige curtain was bright but obscured by clouds outside. There was no smell of coffee brewing, no sounds of scratching at her window; a tell tale sign that Johnny Boy was ready for food or to finally find a place to sleep after a night of prowling the streets. She was alone.
She was in rehab.
The mere thought had her body curling in on itself. Her dream, more vivid each and every day, was the reason she was there. She could remember that much. Could remember wanting more and more until she blacked out. Remembered waking up and panicking. Everything that had led her here. And just like every other morning for the past five days, once the realization hit, Tink curled into a painful ball and cried.
It was in that position that the nurse found her. As usual she’d stayed so long that she had forgotten about getting up and getting her meds. The ones that they swore would make her detox better. It was a cocktail of painkillers, low dosage so as not to get her addicted to those. She wasn’t nearly through it, just beginning really. But they were prepared. Her doctor and therapist had made sure she understood the process before it had fully kicked in. Weeks, they said, it could take. Tink didn’t want weeks but it wasn’t her call, not really.
But the nurse was kind, allowed Tink to cry and apologize and yell at her while she administered the morning dose of medicines through syringe. She had whispered to Tink that it was going to be alright. That once the painkillers entered her system she’d be able to think clearly, to move without the sharp pains or cramps and muscles soreness. It would be that dull manageable pain that Tink was so accustomed to now. And then the doctor would see her and take her to her therapist.
Very routine. Very methodic. Exactly what Tink needed.
It let her know what to expect when her door opened next. Still, she didn’t speak to the doctor. Answered her questions with shrugs and nods and shakes. Tink could get away with it, see? Because she knew the real talking would come in just a few minutes. That was the only talking that mattered anyway. Even then it would take some prying to get Tink to open up fully. It always did. Most of her sessions so far had been Nico (short for Nicodemus, short for Doctor Nicodemus Smith, PhD) trying to get her to speak, to offer him anything, any little insight to how she felt or what she was thinking. Tink would resolutely not answer. Instead, she’d pick at her really shitty detox uniform or look pointedly away. Because she didn’t want to be here. Didn’t want to go through with the whole process when she knew that the moment she got out, she’d more than likely go right back to the Tink Bell she’d been before her breakdown. Which was exactly what it was. A breakdown because she’d gotten overwhelmed with everything. Dying, fighting, floundering, feeling as if she was alone despite having her friends.
So, she expected more of the same when she entered the therapist's office. Nico was sitting there as he usually was. But today he wasn’t in suit and tie. He was dressed casually, a little self satisfied smirk on his lips as he watched Tink walk into the room unsurely. “Tink. You look confused,” he grinned as he stood. Another first, Tink thought. Normally he would motion for her to sit, would open his folder for her, and start talking. But today, there was no folder, no pen in hand, no business as usual Nico. He looked like he was ready for an outing.
Tink kept quiet, watching him and waiting for whatever was about to happen. Maybe he’d realized she was a lost cause. He was setting her back into the world. “We’re going on a little trip,” he explained as he moved closer, even offering her his arm. An eyebrow raised at him as she looked at his arm and tried her best not to scoff. Doing that hurt and she was so very tired of hurting. “You aren’t like the other patients, Miss Bell. It took a couple of days but I figured that sitting in here isn’t going to work.
“Your chart says that you’re a fairy,” he continued when Tink continued to look at him as if he’d grown a third head. “I did my research, called a few of your mates. The ones that brought you here. Simba and Berlioz?” At their names, Tink faltered just a bit, looked eagerly towards the doctor at the mention of her closest friends. “Berlioz mentioned that you liked the forest back home. That you would go there when you were overwhelmed or needed to clear your head. Simba said the same.” By that point Tink had nodded at him and made to follow him. She hadn’t yet touched him, didn’t feel the need to, but she was listening and open to where this was going. “Good, wonderful. I figured, even though I technically can’t take you back to Swynlake, there is a lovely garden not far from the center. Perhaps we could talk there? No notes, no files. Just me and you?”
She had the opportunity to get out of the building. To get away from the four walls that suffocated her on a daily basis. Truly, she shouldn’t turn down the offer. It was a small chance at normalcy. At feeling something other than cold and weighed down. And Nico had realized that. Had gotten the proper information on how best to reach her through the people that knew her best. He was trying and that did mean something to Tink deep down. “Alright.” She agreed softly, making Nico nearly beam at her.
They walked in silence until they were outside and Tink took her first breath of somewhat clean air in nearly a week. Almost instantly she felt the anxiety she felt ease, lessen. Even her bones hurt a little bit less. There was a small part of her that wanted to shrink down to her pixie form, to use that as a distraction for Nico and then escape and make her way back to Swynlake. She could pretend to be alright for long enough so people would top questioning where she had gone. It would be entirely too easy. No one had even known there was a problem until she’d gone so completely off the deep end she’d sent herself away. And that was the beauty of it, wasn’t it? No one had known. Maybe Berlioz and Simba had had a feeling but they hadn’t acted on it. Hadn’t confronted her about it. She could get away with it again if she wanted to.
But she didn’t want to.
“If you want, you can just talk about anything. Whatever you want. Or we can just walk. Whichever you’d prefer.”
It was a prompt. He wanted Tink to talk. Wanted to hear whatever she had to say. And wasn’t that weird? Not often did people want that. At least not in a real sense. Playing around Tink could say whatever she wanted. Could tell jokes, make people laugh. It was easy. Getting down to the grit, to what was real. It wasn’t something Tink did very often. It had caused a rift between her and Simba one too many times. Had nearly destroyed their friendship. It had gotten her in arguments with Berlioz; something she never really wanted to do. But now, now Nico was wanting to hear anything and everything. And Tink could just spout it all off, explain every single last detail of her life if she wanted.
“I don’t--- I don’t know how exactly I got here,” she started, softly with her eyes downcast. Her steps slowed just a bit, wanting to prolong everything if she could. “I remember the party, remember almost everything I took. Could even tell you who was supplyin’ me. But there’s a blank, just this huge black mark on the night somewhere between going up stairs and then waking up. And I think that scares me more than anything? Anything could have happened. I could’ve been raped, could’ve caught something. I could have hurt someone without meaning to. I’d hate myself, you know? If I’d hurt someone.”
While Tink spoke, Nico listened, nodding his head in understanding and taking mental notes that he would jot down later. It was good that Tink was talking, that she was beginning to communicate with him freely rather than him having to pry answers from her. The biggest part of her rehabilitation was cooperation. She had to want the help as much as he wanted to give her help. They were on the right path. “But you realize, that you were hurting someone. And don’t give me that look. I’m not talking about you. I’m talking about your friends. The people that care about you.”
He didn’t say any names but he didn’t have to. The moment he’d mentioned people that cared about her she could envision their faces. Their faces laced with disappointment when they found out where Tink really was, why she was there. Her parents probably wouldn’t speak to her, more than likely wouldn’t visit. Her father… He’d probably hate her for being so reckless, for not caring that she was putting herself in jeopardy every single time she let herself get out of control. Especially after the Fey’s Gold incident. Her mother would simply say I told you so and then shake her head. Because she had said something. Had tried to keep Tink from planting herself so firmly in the Mundus world away from her roots. Simba and Berlioz… Their looks would be the worst. If only because it wasn’t disappointment she’d be faced with. With them it would be pity and worry. They’d be careful around her, treat her as if she were tempered glass. And she didn’t want that. She wasn’t fragile. Wasn’t going to break apart into a million pieces.
“Would you believe me if I said I did it, started the drinking and the drugs, so they wouldn’t worry? So I wouldn’t hurt them? Because that is part of the reason. Er, well, part of the reason I kept it going for so long. Why I would have continued if I hadn’t… You know.” She let out a self depreciating laugh at that, shaking her head. There was more. Always more lingering on her lips but it took Tink time to be brave, to compose her thoughts into something coherent. Without focus they ran rampant, switched directions continuously and without pause. By the time she could get a grasp on one there was another wiggling it’s way in and stealing her attention.
And so they lapsed back into silence, Tink struggling with herself while Nico watched her. If too long passed in silence he would suggest they head back, it was getting close to the scheduled lunch time anyways. Routine was important to her treatment at the moment. If she was not going to speak further then there was no need to break it. But if they were on the cusp of something…
It was that exact moment that Tink spoke again, her voice a bit louder, stronger. “I can blame people, right? Even if it’s not the best practice? I can put blame on someone or an event?” It was one of the first real questions that Tink had ever directed towards him. Probably the first in a slew that would come in due time, but it was yet another start. Nico couldn’t help but chuckle at first, thought it tapered off quickly. “It’s not wise but it is part of the process. You’ll have to realize in time that what you’re blaming was just the catalyst. You were the one to make the choice to turn towards your vice.”
Once more, Tink became quiet as she mulled over his words. She figured she could do that, eventually. But for now. For now she could blame Peter. Blame him leaving. It was his fault. “My best mate growing up. He left. Without a word. Just up and left,” she was quiet again, could feel the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as her throat burned so hotly she had to clear it. She already knew what Nico would say. That it was the urge, the urge to drink herself into oblivion. Because this was one of those topics that she avoided, hid away until she was so drunk all she could do was cry about it. But now she was going to try and talk about it. “We’d been drifting, you know. The way people do when they graduate. But we’d promised that wouldn’t happen. That we’d stick together. Thick and thin, kinda thing. I loved him. Still do but that’s not the point. I loved him and he left me. He promised me he wouldn’t. And the worst part? I blame myself. If I had… I don’t even know! If I hadn’t stuck down roots. If I hadn’t gone to school and gotten my business degree. Maybe he would have stayed. We could have been traveling the world. Creating all sorts of trouble. I wouldn’t be....”
Somewhere in her words the dam had broken, tears streaking trails down her cheeks as she stopped walking altogether. It was an influx of emotions she didn’t want to deal with. And she certainly didn’t want to be crying in front of her therapist, even if that was his job. To push her so hard she got through the difficult stuff, the poison. Because that was another thing that played into her addiction. Combat the poison with another poison. Great logic.
Beside her Nico was, for the first time in his meetings with Tink, speechless. He hadn’t realized that taking her away from the facility would have such an impact. It had been a long shot, a last hope sort of thing. If anything he was going to use it as a way to show her that he could be a friend in this place, could get her away if only she would let him in. But, in true Tink fashion he supposed, she had blown right through that and made the push herself. Had opened up in a way he hadn’t expected so soon. He was expecting months of intense sessions and meetings. Progress was progress and he was proud of Tink.
“You did what you wanted to do, Tink. Which is leaps and bounds more than what some people ever do in their lives. If Peter couldn’t see that and accept it then it’s his fault, not yours. You did what you felt was right for you. You followed a dream.” He turned to look down at Tink then. She was wiping at her eyes, trying to compose herself. Trying to get back to the strong fairy her friends had said she was. He offered her a smile and then turned to look back at the direction they had come from. “I think we’ve made really good progress today Tink. And that you should be rewarded for it. How does phone privileges sound, hm? You can skip lunch if you’d like. Make your first phone call to whoever you want?”
Was he offering her an olive branch? It felt almost as if he was. That the relationship was turning more from patient/therapist into a more equal one of mutual understanding. Or at least, Nico was beginning to understand her and how exactly she worked and she was realizing that talking, while annoying and hard for her to do, was making her feel a bit better. Already she felt a little bit of the weight gone from her chest. Her meds were wearing off, though, and she could feel that bone deep weariness seeping back into her body. Or was that from having such an emotional meeting? Surely they had gone over the usual hour long talk. Whatever it was, it had Tink nodding with the smallest of smiles. “Yeah, sure, but after a nap. You should know better than to make your detoxing patient walk all the way out here.” It was a quip, meant to do nothing but tease the good doctor. But it was the first friendly one she’d given in a week and it was yet another sign. One that said maybe this would be good for her. Maybe, just maybe, she’d get better after all.
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Bayfield Task: 002 // ft. Duke Leith
I'll never tell you to your face that my sister could have done a lot worse. Nor will I ever admit that you might not be as bad as I used to think. Sometimes your face just pisses me off, and your voice grates tirelessly against my nerves. But you're okay. As far as people go, you're not terrible. You stand up for what you believe in and for the people you care about. As long as Cordelia remains one of those people, I'll refrain from paying you back for that time you almost broke my nose. No guarantees about family dinners over the holidays, though. @dukeleith
Have a vine instead of a song
[because nothing could encompass their bromanemyship the right way]
#{ mood; not in the mood | duke }#brptask#this is the shortest but was also the HARDEST#appreciate#their budding bromance
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TASK 001 ; THREE OR FOUR OF A KIND
New Girl || Winston Schmidt
Flamboyant, a major douche, lowkey sweet. These are the three main qualities that Schmidt possesses that I think make Bennett similar to him. Bennett is absolutely flamboyant, even though he can give off a serious vibe. He is a major douche, there’s no denying that, but he also has a sweet side that can go unnoticed in comparison to his other qualities. He’s also dramatic as hell.
Grey’s Anatomy || Mark Sloan
Good ol’ McSteamy. I’ve modeled Bennett after this character because similar to Mark Sloan, Bennett thinks everybody wants to fuck him and he doesn’t make an effort to hide that. He flirts with everything that moves, but at the end of the day, he has that one person that he has an incredible soft spot for that he hurt and he regrets it like you wouldn’t believe. Think Lexi, except it’s Rich.
The Vampire Diaries || Jeremy Gilbert
Think Jeremy Gilbert from the first couple of seasons where he was melodramatic, a stoner and a broody young boy. Bennett embodied this mostly in his younger years, but these qualities still poke out every once and a while. Especially the broodiness. He sometimes just mopes around because he is unhappy with the mistakes he’s made in life, especially regarding past relationships.
One Tree Hill || Lucas Scott
Lucas Scott. Oh, boy. Well, Bennett resembles this fuckboi because he is an indecisive shit that will go back and forth between people he’s involved with because he can’t make up his goddamn mind. Similarly, there is that one person that it’s always been, that it will always be, but it’ll take some time for him to get to know that. He’s flirtatious, sometimes in a subtle way, and has a moody attitude about him that reminds me very much of Lucas Scott.
#brptask#could've used connor from htgawm but that's his literally fc and that would be lame so here ya go bitches
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JESSICA DAY . NEW GIRL
Kindhearted. Generous. Stubborn.
"I brake for birds. I rock a lot of polka dots. I have touched glitter in the last 24 hours.
I spend my entire day talking to children.
And I find it fundamentally strange that you’re not a dessert person. It freaks me out.”
Bonus:
KAREN PAGE . DAREDEVIL & THE PUNISHER
Moral. Independent. Humble.
“Bullshit. We are all lonely. I sometimes think that that is all that life is, we're just... We're just fighting not to be alone.”
LYDIA MARTIN . TEEN WOLF
Clever. Dependable. Self Discipline.
“Not all monsters do monstrous things.”
Juliette has always known the difference between right and wrong, and she has never tried to change herself for anyone else. Though she finds herself involved in some not so great situations, she will always stay true to who she is on the inside and stand up for what matters most to her which is usually her friends and those she cares about. Good natured, stubborn, focused, clever, kind, and even a bit naive are the best ways to describe her.
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Bayfield Task: 002 // ft. Juliette Hawthorne
It's so hard to put in to words the way I feel about Juliette. She's like an anchor— one that I don't feel I've ever done anything to deserve. Even when I'm at my lowest, she sees something in me that makes her want to stick around. Something good; something redeemable. I know it's there, but I forget, and she is always quick to remind me. I wonder every day if I'm worth all of the faith that she puts in me. She gives me something to work toward. Reminds me that I have to be better. I don't know how I made it so long without her. @pagingjules
I Wish I Was — The Avett Brothers [ x x ]
But if I get too close
Will the magic fade?
Would I turn you off or away?
If I pull you in
Would I push you out
Of something here you care about?
#brptask#task: 002#why aren't they married yet i can't#{ she stood between me and my demons | jules }
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Bayfield Task 002: ft. Frankie Momsen
Frankie. Every time I’m with Frankie I’m having a good time. She’s a good friend, but we definitely use each other for sex. I scratch her back, she scratches mine, both figuratively and literally. No emotions, just sex. Sometimes alcohol and good conversation as well. She’s good company, I think I would be concerned if anything bad happened to her. To be honest, don’t tell her this, but there’s always an open spot on my couch for her if she needed it.
Talking Body by Tove Lo.
“Love can be love, anything you want I’ll give it up. Lips, lips I kiss, bite me while I taste your fingertips. Day drunk into the night, wanna keep you here ‘cause you dry my tears. Now if we’re talking body, you’ve got a perfect one so put it on me, swear it won’t take you long.”
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Nick Miller | New Girl
Grumpy bean. Apathetic. Enjoys his privacy and independence even though he's doesn't always function sufficiently on his own.
"…I’m someone who’s mostly dead inside but still has a little hope for something extraordinary, which, as I said, is the worst breed of human, because it means I know everything is bullshit, but that I secretly hope for the day when it might not be."
Bonus:
Peter Petrelli | Heroes
Perpetually at odds with his family, especially his older brother who doesn't share his idealistic views on life. Peter believes that people are meant to be more than just politicians and manipulators. Always fights for the good guy.
"I asked to be extraordinary. And I promised I’d make the world a better place. So when I got my chance, I lived up to my end of the bargain."
Albert Hill | Snatch
A Cockney hustler with a stern demeanor who tends to slip naturally into the leadership role. Constantly trying to shove people forward, even though it sometimes backfires on him. Tends to shoulder the responsibilities of others even without being asked. |
#musings;#this is garbage but it gets the point across#brptask#task:001#{ i break my bones every morning | muse }
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