#puhssycat

smile          𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬          on          glossy          lips                [      𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝚈          𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃      ]                at          challenging         inquiry.                    as          if          she          were         one          to          back          down          .  .  .  .  .          just          wasn’t          in          her          dna.              [      𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙳          𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶.      ]                    she’d          toss          arms          around         others          neck          with          𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞         𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞            ,           smile          𝚖 𝚒 𝚜 𝚌 𝚑 𝚒 𝚎 𝚟 𝚘 𝚞 𝚜          now         growing         wider          wider      ! !                    being          ever          so          tipsy         was          beside         the         point.                    ❝          𝐨𝐡         𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲            ,            it’s         like         ya’         don’t          even         𝚔 𝚗 𝚘 𝚠         𝚖 𝚎      ! !          ❞                    /                    @puhssycat​​

a          slow          smile          that         exposed         teeth                ---------                not          one         of         joy               ,                𝘣𝘶𝘵         𝘰𝘧         𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦.                    oh                 ,                don’t          get          him          started          on         𝐡𝐢𝐬         𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬                .  .  .  .  .                (   𝙷𝙴          𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁          𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃   )                    swelling          beneath          socket         had         gone          down                ,                but          an          impressive          array         of         colors          had          taken         its          place         instead.

                    𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 ,  and the tension is dulled only by bitter smoke .  some nights ,  it tastes sweet .  some nights ,  the sweetness is what he needs ,  what he craves .  his eyes find her ,  finally ,  fingertips digging softly into the skin of her hips as lips are drawn like a magnet to her neck .  they barely brush ,  instead he uses the closeness as an opportunity to swap secrets .  ‘ were you hiding from me ,  or do you just not want to share ? ’

he  is  a  boy  displaced  :  made  of  borrowed  clothes  &  stolen  names  ;  bleach  &  appropriated  hobbies.  𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙴𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙻  𝙸𝚂  𝙼𝚈  𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴  !  /  𝙶𝚄𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚁  𝙸𝚂  𝙼𝚈  𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴  !  his  past  is  a  litany  of  identity  crises  -------  &  yet  there  are  three  constants  :  his  converse  sneakers,  his  family,  &  his  otherness.  it’s  always  somewhat  affirming  when  he  meets  someone  likeminded  as  he  in  his  desire  to  just  -  go,  to  let  his  feet  do  the  walking  &  not  be  too  concerned  about  where  he  ends  up.  IT’S  JUST  NICE,  BEING  OUTSIDE.  being  outside  &  away  from  prying  eyes,  danny  doesn’t  have  to  worry  about  being  richard  mcnally,  or  michael  manfield,  or  any  other  of  the  multitude  of  assumed  identities  he’s  had  over  the  years.  OUT  HERE,  HE  CAN  JUST  BE  DANNY.  it’s  been  a  long  time  since  he’s  just  been  danny.  has  he  ever  really  just  been  danny  ?  

lip  quirks  at  her  words.  BLIND  FAITH,  OR  STUPIDITY  ?  danny  knows  he’s  never  given  off  any  aura  other  than  absolute  trustworthiness  (  despite,  he  thinks,  the  ironic  fact  that  his  entire  life  is  one  lie  after  another  ),  but  still  --------

❛     that’s  smart.     ❜  he  glances  over  at  her  with  a  gentle  smile.  ❛     i  think  i’d  be  concerned  if  you  did.     ❜

@puhssycat​ : “ something is familiar … ” frozen ost

livvy is crouched over the mess of beetles that crawl in all directions and have ever since she overturned the log. there's something soothing about watching them, a kind of fascination that lets her more intense thoughts rest on the backburner.

From a Meme I Can't Be Bothered To Find! - ACCEPTING

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"Yep. Just... leave."

Sam reclined where she sat in her car, cigarette brought to her lips so that she could take a long, THOUGHTFUL drag; exhale was laden with thick smoke, and her brown eyes softened a little behind the red tinted lenses of her sunglasses.

"I know it isn't that easy, to just up and leave. But whatever that is," She didn't think Pussycat would like to hear her thoughts on the matter right now. "Isn't what you need. I made some bad mistakes with bad crowds like that in my youth - - I can't be at peace unless I advise you about this."

Truth be told, even with her concerns being laid out, if Pussycat didn't adhere to it then she'd have yet ANOTHER thing to add to her long list of regrets. She wanted to help, because she saw herself in Pussycat. People like them need guidance and support.

Blues Brothers Starters! - ACCEPTING

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Rick's lips twitched into a SMILE, and a pleasant laugh escaped him; to say that that tickled him would be an understatement. There was always something so funny to the actor about Western related things... even if it was just a genre of music.