#xbonedaddy

Speaking of daddies...

Or maybe she’s just choosing to remember them more. She remembers going up to them, Mama and her brothers, and wanting them to pick her up. Her brothers were so much older than her anyway, and they were safe. She remembers that. 

She remembers going up to Brock--Bones, now--the most. Mama seems to have always been in the kitchen. She doesn’t remember where Sleeper was a lot of the time, but she does remember he was around.  She remembers having trouble with the R in Brock’s name and calling him Bock. Bock Bock, to be precise. She remembers pushing his cheeks together between her little hands and calling him that. 

She doesn’t like thinking of the state people. They were nice enough, but she was just another case number to them. They would come in and talk to Mama. Talk to her brothers if they could. She remembers not liking it when they showed up, but not the specifics as to why. Darcy knows them now, but as a little girl she felt like they were invading her family’s space. 

She remembers not wanting to go. She remembers crying. She remembers the look on their faces while hers was splotchy and tear-streaked. She doesn’t want to go. She doesn’t want to go. She doesn’t know why they make her. 

She asks for them. Every chance she gets. She asks for Mama and her brothers. Because they were safe.

Darcy remembers that feeling even when growing up. She doesn’t get to visit them often, but she loves it when she does. Barely sleeping the night before out of excitement. It’s not that she doesn’t love her dad, and even Jo is nice, but they’re not Mama or her brothers. Mama tries to show her things in the kitchen, her English smattered with Italian. Brock takes her to do something. Plays with her and makes her laugh and smile. 

As time goes on, she gets to see Brock less and less. At some point Sleeper practically disappeared altogether. Sometimes they only get phone calls or texts. She still has Mama though. And she’s really thankful for that, especially during high school. 

#nsfw#ish#「 ✕ d e s i r e s 」

Probably not accepting anymoreSEND ME ♛ AND A URL AND I’LL TELL YOU my opinion on;

character in general: OKAY So from what I see when I sneak-read some of the replies on this blog, this character is awesome. Like, one of those ones you see and you just kind of flop back because YOU KNOW they’re just 2cool4u. And you just kind of... stare wistfully from a distance.how they play them: Impressively, oh my. I am in awe, tbh. This character is well-played out and everything is just. Incredible.the mun: Is super nice !! i would like to chat with you more. i’m always tempted to send you meme things but I am a SHY EGG.

do i;

follow them: Oh goodness yes. You couldn’t make me leave even if you asked really nicely.rp with them: LET ME SAY that i am super patient and although we haven’t really got anything going YET I am super willing to wait because I know the replies will be worth it. c:want to rp with them: i’m very eager okay ( but again, very patient !)ship their character with mine: look, if Adam ends up getting heart-eyes for him, it’s not my fault. It’s just because the character is written so excellently.

what is my;

“I hate everything,” he groans, leaning into her hands. “Please just knock me out. Would be faster.”

"Something tells me that you would not feel better if you also had a head injury." She did feel bad for him, but it was probably just a cold. "Especially not with the five times you texted me earlier complaining that you could feel your pulse in your brain.” Which was probably overstating things, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. 

《 Tasha 》: We’ll talk about this over Thai, & you know you’re always allowed to put some fear in them, hot stuff.

《 Tasha 》: On my way up, buzz me in.

[ text ] It's cute that you've been here how many times and you still think that that buzzer actually works.  [ text ] I'll buzz you in though.

Send 🌹to give my muse a rose.

    At the gift, James couldn’t help the smile across his    lips as his fingers grasped between the thorns of the    gorgeous rose being offered. There were no words    or at least none that were coming to him right away.    Instead he just grinned for a few minutes as his eyes    focused on the one man he’d become fond of most.    Of all the suitable people he could marry,    Brock Rumlow was his by far favorite choice.

                      “Brock... it’s gorgeous.                                  Is this you’re way of askin’ me on a date?”