#pahtterson

@mohlinas  /  @pahtterson  |   ♥  for  positivity  !

        joke’s  on  u  zo  ,  i’m  gonna  write  nice  shit  about  both  of  u  now  ✌🏻

        love  note  to  kitty  ~  i’m  just  gonna  start  off  by  saying  that  i  think  it’s  come  to  a  point  where  if  i  don’t  see  at  least  a  random  post  of  yours  while  i’m  online  ,  something’s  seriously  missing  for  me  that  day  🤧  you  were  one  of  the  first  people  to  really  make  me  feel  welcome  in  this  fandom  &  one  of  the  easiest  people  to  talk  to  that  i  know  .  also  ,  if  it  wasn’t  already  painfully  clear  how  much  i  admire  you  as  a  writer  ,  buckle  up  bitch  cuz  wE’RE GOING  THERE  .  i  read  your  stuff  &  i  get  punched  in  the  gut  by  ur  talent  in  the  best  way  possible   .  your  ability  to  get  inside  your  characters’  head  is  fucking  phenomenal  every  single  time  .  just  ??  your  mind  ,  ma’am  ??  your  mIIINDDD  ???  i  think  i  speak  for  so  many  of  us  when  i  say  we’re  better  for  having  written  with  you  &  for  getting  to  witness  you  on  the  dash  .  i  love  you  so  much  🧡

                    𝐖𝐢𝐝𝐞     𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬     𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫     𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦     𝐨𝐧𝐞     𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬     𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐥     𝐭𝐨     𝐭𝐡𝐞     𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫     ,     and     there’s     nothing     but     MANIA     written     across     a     face     once     void     of     any     emotion.     The     rush     that     spreads     in     her     body     warms     her     from     head     to     toe     and     the     chemistry     lab     feels     like     home.     If     she     closes     her     eyes     she     can     hear     Yzma     barking     instructions     at     her     while     the     smell     of     Kronk’s     perogies     flood     her     senses.     She     lost     herself     in     her     daydream     for     a     split     second     but     the     sound     of     the     door     swinging     open     has     her     alert     instantly.     It’s     reflexive     the     way     she     pulls     the     knife     out     of     its     safe     spot     around     her     thigh     ,     arm     arching     over     her     head     as     she     releases     the     blade     ,     sending     it     across     the     room     and     THROUGH     the     boy.     Disbelief     contorts     her     features     as     she     stares     at     his     shoulder     where     the     weapon     should     be     lodged.     Instead     it’s     fallen     on     the     floor     behind     him     and     it     has     her     brows     knitting     in     frustration.

          ❝   asking questions is your thing, isn’t it?   ❞   not that they minded really.   it was kinda refreshing getting to talk to someone else about the in and outs of the afterlife.   a reminder that they weren’t alone anymore.

                “    no,    no    it’s    okay   !   I    like    it    loud    –    …    i    meant   i    don’t    mind    you    being    loud    at    all    !  the    music    here’s    always    at    full    volume  so    we’re    kinda    used    to    it,    ”    it’s    the   first    time    she’s    had    one    on    one    time   with    Sunset    Curve’s    lead    vocal;    from    9    am   down    to    lunchtime    and    way    past,    they’ve    been   signing    autographs    for    the    public    within    the   records’    store    –    she’s    amazed    by    how    much  they’ve    managed    to    stay,    how    much    they   obviously    wanted    to    stay.    The    way    they   smile,    too    –    you    can’t    fake    that    involvement   with    the    fans.    And    every    single    fucking   time    Luke    smiles,    she’ll    glance    away    and   pretend    he’s    smiling    just    at    her    (    she’s  easily    swayed    by    music,    from    an    early    age   of    playing    cello    down    to    her    brother’s    secret  record    collection    that    he    left    for    her    when   he    took    off    ).    

                      there’s   just    something    about    Sunset    Curve    that    makes   her    think    her    brother    would’ve    liked    them    too.

harvey girls forever. / accepting. / @noterase

       there are moments — brief, very brief moments! but moments, nonetheless — when may occasionally wishes that when they’d died, they’d simply stayed dead. as incredibly wonderful as the hollywood ghost club could be, she can’t help but wonder if perhaps the opportunity to continue performing from beyond the grave was worth the ... interesting company.

       ( not that she didn’t enjoy caleb’s, or, bless his heart, willie’s, or any of the others’ company! but they sure are an eclectic bunch, aren’t they? )

        the feeling of his arms wrapping around her, sunlight-warm and accompanied by the sweet song of his voice in her hear, elicits a half-hearted whine of his name from her lips, her head playfully tilting to the side as he twirls her away from the counter. before she can even get out a teasing protest, her intent to play along with mock-persistence so he’ll get that goofy and totally cute satisfied smile when she finally agrees, his mouth is pressing against her skin, and suddenly, bell can’t really find it in her to even playfully deny him. as his lips flutter against her skin, she shuts her eyes, mind happily blank except for one sweet, all-consuming thought. 

        she loves him. oh, she loves him. 

         ❛ mmm, how sweet. ❜ her voice is punctuated with a lazy, lovesick giggle, eyes fluttering open to gaze up at him and that bright, proud smile. god, she’s so gone on him. she leans in to press her own kiss to his nose, her lips spreading into a sweet, smitten smile at the sight of his ensuing nose crinkle. she can’t help but kiss the spot a second time before finally pulling away, eyebrows raising playfully as she reaches up to cup his cheek, tapping at his cheekbone with her index finger. ❛ but i think you and i have different definitions of cooking, baby. ❜ she sure isn’t going to complain, though. 

         especially considering ( and she says this with all the love in the world, truly ) the concoctions luke happily puts into his mouth some days can be ... well, interesting, to say the least.

         ❛ i think iris wrote it down on one of the post-its on the fridge, ❜ she says, voice soft as she glances just past his face, and sure enough, the bright assortment of sticky notes decorating their fridge stares back at her. if she focuses on it, she can just make out a little doodle of a pizza on one of them, indistinguishable writing she’s sure is the phone number underneath it. her lips brush against his ear as she turns her attention back to luke, and she slides her hand from his cheek into his hair, graceful fingers tangling in the soft strands. as she peppers kisses across the birthmarks on his face, from his nose to under his eye to his chin, a sly look slips across her face. ❛ i think the pizza can wait, though. just for a few more minutes, don’t you think? ❜