#willowdied

he sits in silence for a moment or two, a heavy sigh leaving him. everything aches after a long day at the garage, but that isn't exactly new. he loves his girlfriend more than anything in this world ( hannah, of course, is a close second ), but getting into another argument with her leaves him just as exhausted. is he okay? he guesses so, because things could certainly be worse. he runs his hands through his hair and he eventually nods, a small smile pushed onto his lips as he turns his attention to hannah. "yeah... yeah, i'm okay. just tired. is there somethin' that you need, banana?"

[ TEXT : STEPH ] : STEPHANIE [ TEXT : STEPH ] : BIG FUCKING NEWS ALERT [ TEXT : STEPH ] : chris??? the hottest guy in the theatre department??? [ TEXT : STEPH ] : he told me he wants to HANG OUT after school on thursday [ TEXT : STEPH ] : ONE ON ONE [ TEXT : STEPH ] : he listened to me rant about dinosaurs for like an HOUR today and didn't look bored??? [ TEXT : STEPH ] : is this it??? is this happening for me??? [ TEXT : STEPH ] : am i gonna get KISSED this year?????

" you did good today , kiddo , " tony cracks a kind smile over at the girl , producing a ( mostly ) clean rag from his coveralls and tossing it her way. yeah , he hadn't really expected to be on babysitting duty today , but he knows how hard ethan and lex work and hell , if he can give them a little time to just be kids , he's gonna try. besides , hannah's a good kid. sure , he may not always be a fan of the choices his son has made in the last four years , but that's hardly the girl's fault. taking out another , more well-used rag rag he wipes the sweat and engine grease from his forehead. " gotta close up now , but after we can order in something. you like chinese food or what ? "

       He feels the lighting flash above them, his cheeks turning a darker shade of color as he fights the urge to pull his hands away. It’s not until he does feel the faintest of raindrops fall down onto them both that he sighs, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t...sorry. That feels GOOD.”

independent semi-selective elphaba thropp & selective glinda upland based off of the musical wicked, penned by oleander and ali ©

“alright, so, this one’s a biter,” imogen explains as she guides laudna toward a beautiful, gold palomino horse. “the trick is that you show him your hands first. he’ll see you’ve brought treats,” she brandishes the big chunks of apple in her own hands for emphasis. “an’ hopefully that’ll keep him from bitin’ you. he likes when you sweet talk him, too,” she grins and shakes her head. “just like a boy, ain’t he? hey, handsome,” her tone shifts as she addresses the stallion, her hands on full display.  the horse in question snorts, flaring his nostrils, and flicks his tail. “go on, @willowdied. you’ve got this.”