#mtrock

certain stories are heard and picked up by johanna's ear. if she's quiet and if her birds stop chirping ( and after she goes into a flutter of worries and make sure they're still alive ), she can overhear the sickening stories of whatever case her guardian was assigned to as he discussed the details with chief bamford. though, she stops herself before she tries pressing her ear to her floor. the last time she got invested in whatever story, she had nightmares about the same thing happening to her for weeks. this recent string of happenings, however, have proved to be too interesting not to pry into.

oh my GOD?

Jana is out on the fire escape smoking, trying to catch a break from being trapped inside the apartment with the myriad of nieces and nephews who seem to have taken up semi-permanent residence there thanks to her oldest sisters’ inability to find babysitters they aren’t related to. 

At the familiar sound of Midge’s bedroom window opening she looks to the floor above, but the footsteps on the metal stairs definitely don’t belong to her friend. Still, she offers a pleasant greeting to the guy who clearly wasn’t expecting to round the corner on the fire escape and find someone sitting there.

nightmare on elm street. / accepting. / @mtrock

       ❛ oh. ❜ cal blinks at the question, not having expected dewey’s interest. she usually doesn’t talk about her dreams — or anything, really. she’s used to her words going unheard and unnoticed, but dewey makes her feel like she can say anything. like he’s really listening to her. the comment about how it felt like she was in her dream from the night before had slipped out before she’d realized it, but she hadn’t expected him to catch it, let alone ask about it. her cheeks flush as she stares down at her hands, letting her hair fall into her face in the hopes it’ll hide the redness of her cheeks. 

   ANOTHER DAY,  ANOTHER MIGRAINE.  /  accepting!  /  @mtrock  =  @spongenextdoor

      EVEN  AFTER  ALL  THEIR    time  together,  she  still  pities  him  whenever  he  catches  her  in  a  scene  like  this.   her  once  sweet  face  is   contorted,   painfully  knotting  the  skin  around  her  eyes  to  hold  back  the  tears  that  threaten  to  run  down  her  cheeks.   slowly,  jenna  sways  back  and  forth  slightly,  her  arms  wrapped   TIGHT   around  her  waist  in  an  attempt  to   constrict   herself.   it  is  all  less  than   GLAMOROUS,   but  maybe  if  she  stays  as  still  as  possible,  she  won’t  cry.   maybe  if  she   never   moves  again,  she’ll  never  have  to  confront  the  fact  that  there   SOME   aspects  of  her  life    (  the  past  parts  of  it,  mostly.  )   that  she  will  never  be  able  to  change.   dwelling  on  this  for  too  long  depresses  her,  and  leads  to  moments  like  these.

      ❝    i’m  okay   -  i’m  okay,  honey  -   ❞     she  says  shakily,  wiping  at  her  eyes  with  all  the  vigor  of  someone  who  wants  to  erase  them  from  their  face.   jenna  knows  it  is   USELESS   to  hide  things  like  this  from  dewey.   she  loves  him,   so  she  should  be  able  to  share  anything  with  him.   it  isn’t  that  she  feels  like  she   can’t,   per  se,  but  rather  the  idea  that  she   (  a  grown  woman.  )   often  resorts  to  blubbering  like  a  child.   he  has   ENOUGH   children  to  deal  with  already.  

@mtrock (+ @playsunfair) / the spongebob musical.

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