#breaksheart

(  *  &.  –  RANDOM DIALOGUE STARTERS FROM RIVERDALE || accepting.

for the first time in ages — someone says something that makes him stop in his tracks. the corners of his lips are no longer twitched upward ; an effortless shit-eating grin that is normally accompanied by the younger gallagher. he barely turns, glancing over his shoulder to catch the lingering gaze of his older brother. carl had heard the statement before, quite a few times growing up – especially when they first found out about his BIPOLAR tendencies. he knew that ian wasn’t crazy – it was a bad choice of words, and carl had instantly regretted it the second they slipped past his lips. ❝  fuck man – i didn’t .. i didn’t mean – ❞there’s nothing he can really say in the moment to fix this. they’re both older now, and although ian has become better at managing his emotions – with the help of all of ‘em.. it didn’t mean they didn’t slip out every now and again. truth be told.. carl didn’t really understand the complexity of the disease, but that was to be expected — he wasn’t the smartest tool in the shed ; that was lips line of work. now, ask to build a bomb outta’ a car radio and a soda bottle? THAT he could do. 

❛     if  it  isn’t  my  second  favorite  gallagher     !     rumor  has  it  you’re  not  so  into  the  ladies.     ❜     an  eyebrow  cocked     -----     malicious  intent     ?     NEVER     !

                blonde  hair  molds  into  his  jacket,     legs  stumbling  as  she  slurs.     ❛     thanks  gallagher.     ❜     she  was  weak,     her  legs  like  water  underneath  her.       ❛     why  are  you  helping  me      ?      your  entire  family     —–     they  hate  me.     you  hate  me.     ❜      her  hand  pushes  against  his  chest      /      head  pounding  as  she  stumbles  further  into  his  clasp.      ❛     you  know,     you  should  just  leave  me      —–     i  would.     ❜     she  jabs  a  finger  at  him,      cocking  an  eyebrow.