#ayyy!!

WELCOME BACK AMONO! IT'S BEEN AGES! HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL!!

happy jilytober, y’all :”)) just a temporary change for the month! :’) i’m still tracking #tuserelena! ❤

“Ena? Heeey! Fancy meeting you here!” He lifts up his drink towards her and sways back a bit in the barstool, clearly already a few drinks in. 

get it, levi

HAYLEY MARSHALL | for @badasshybridqueen

    ❝  so.... is staring a normal thing for you? jus’ wondering. ❞

missing time - it was something finch had grown rather accustomed to (or at least tried). one minute here, the next gone. waking up in strange places with no memory of how she had gotten there. she's not sure why the universe decided to swallow her up and spit her back out, but she had no choice now but to surrender to its whims. breathe, just breathe, she reminds herself, blinking wildly against the blinding wall of snow that blew in angry from the north. frantic, she spins on her heals, attempting to take in her sudden surroundings. pines and birch, an endless blanket of dark forests and white snow. finch stumbles through the deep drifts, looking for something, anything, that was tangible. and then she saw it, a mass laying in the stark snow. she rushes to it, pausing upon the discovery that it was a man. oh god please don't be dead. hesitant, she kneels, reaching numb fingers to press to the small space of exposed neck. he was warm, too warm for death. "hey - hey." finch taps against his wind burnt cheek, no time to wonder how or why he had ended up here. the wind howled vicious, reminding her of the consequences of that cold beginning to seep through her jacket that clung heavy and wet against her frame. "wake up!" she grabs at his collar, shaking him harshly, desperate not to be alone in this wilderness. "wake the fuck up!"

 “wishin’ never did much for me.”   he pauses, tilting his head curiously in robins direction.   “so what about you? what do you wish for?”