girl almighty

“I mean, I think it’s inevitable.” “I’d like that.”

Palo Alto (2013)

finley let out a huge sigh at the male's voice, never one to hold back dramatic. "oh my god, if we keep getting seen together, people are f\gonna think we are friends." she told him this as if it was the worst possible conclusion someone might come to, which maybe wasn't all the way true. one, she was sure most people knew she was more than eighty percent a lesbian right now and it's not like anthony would be a bad beard anyway. she'd like to think she could pull him and better if she tried. "i'm not going to say no to food though." she shrugged, though making a big show of putting distance between them. "just know, i don't put out until at least the third date and this is only our second."

a  huff  and  a  puff   ,  tired  hands  that   refused  to  demonstrate  the  strength  she  knows  she  has  .  will  dramatically  blame  it  on  her  own  body  weight  she’s  been  throwing  up  in  the  air  all  day  (  or  more  so  the  last  few   hours  )  .   turns  to  the  figure  next  to  her  ,  like  a  child  holding  out   her  bottle  ,  “  can  you  pleaseeee  open  this  ,  “  she  asks  ,  pout  in  full  force  ,  “  i  just  spent  like  a  hour  trying  to  do  so  ?  and  it  just  won’t  budge  ,  “  the  smallest  sighs  ,  head  finding  her  hands  to  rest  in  .  “  i  think  i’m  just  cursed  today  ..  “   typical  logic  for  the  girl  ,  a  few  things  don’t  work  out  well  for  her  and  she’s  convinced  up  and  down  that  she’s  being  set  up  .  “  i  just  basically  got  beat  up  at  practice  ,  “   leg  rising  as  to  show  them  her  newly  gifted  bruise  ,  “  and  earlier  ?  i  stopped  to  get  a  muffin  ,  one  stinkin  muffin  and  this  guy  spilled  his  iced  coffee  all  over  my  shoes  ,  “   head  shaking  at  the  thought  ,  “  what  do  you  think  ?  cursed  or  just  a  bad  day  ,  “  a  smile  finally  breaking  out  on  to  her  lips  ,  “  because  at  this  rate  ?  im  thinking  you  should  move  over  a  bit  so  it  doesn’t  rub  off on  you  ,  “  tongue  sticking  out  before  breaking  into  small  giggles  .

finley wasn't super amused, but who could blame her? people asking her for things, are you fucking kidding?m of course, she was used to it by now, but it still bothered her. being a tall girl, people did expect you to have strength and to reach things for them and it just wasn't true of finley. the girl had never been one to go out of her way to help people out unless it someway helped her or someone she cared about. this bottle? that would do nothing for her but maybe perhaps show that she does pity people she vaguely knows and if people knew that they might you know, try and be her friend. yeah, she wasn't on board for that. besides, sure this girl was on her squad, but still, an acquaintance. "yeah, sounds terrible." no, she wasn't listening, she was biding her time until the other stopped talking, waiting to give her bottle back to her. anyway, fin liked to think she had delicate hands, not rising actually using any strength. "sorry, couldn't get it." she shrugged after very obviously not trying. "maybe you should try a drinking fountain or something?"

          𝐿𝑈𝐶𝐼𝐸𝑁 𝐻𝐴𝐷 pushed together two wooden chairs that were no doubt older than him together in the back of the library. there he sat, feet up, a dog-eared, worn copy of swann’s way he got from a used bookstore lying on his chest. he was severely hungover, to the point of nausea, a pleasant side-effect from sneaking into some random house party and swiping a moronic jock’s bottle of vodka. he’d read the book before ( in its original french ) and had deemed it redundant to read again in such a state. so instead, he’d retreated to the back of the library for a quick nap out of the way of the prying eyes of the senile librarian. that’s where he was, eyes shut lazily, when he heard someone’s voice pipe up and interrupt his thoughts. “do you mind? i’m busy coming up with my thesis on why everyone who says tarantino is their favourite director is a fascist.”

finley loved the library, she could admit that. fin was a lover of anything that would advance her in anyway and she knew knowledge could do that. usually she was one to study in the privacy of her room, away from prying eyes as well as just the general company of people when she tried to focus. today though she couldnm't get focused int he room and decided to venture out. she was not one to give up on studying so easily. she made her way top what she thought was a secluded part of the library when she spotted the lazy figure. "why don't you just go sleep in your room?" she poked at his legs with her foot gently, but still enough to irritate. "this library is for sleeping books only, sorry."

Marvel’s Iron Fist (2017–) 1.02 Shadow Hawk Takes Flight

it  wasn’t  unusual  to  find  matias  on  the  field,  practicing  alone  or  with  some  teammates.  he  often  found  himself  unable  to  sit  still  and  soccer  always  called  his  name.  as  they  were  wrapping  up  matias  took  one  last  shot  towards  the  goal,  but  instead  of  sailing  perfectly  into  the  net,  he  way  overshot  it,  nearly  hitting  a  familiar  face  on  it’s  detour.  “  shit..  ”  he  mumbled  before  jogging  towards  them  with  a  laugh.  “  sorry  ‘bout  that !  i  tripped,  i  usually  do  hit  the  goal.  ”  he  assured  them  before  shaking  his  head,  “  you  good  ?  no  need  for  a  nose  job  or  anything  ?  ”

finley cried out loudly as soon as the ball came in contact with her face, unsurprisingly. it was all she could do not to burst into tears right there on the field. she couldn't remember the last time she got hit in the face with anything. "what the fuck?" she heard his words but her brain wasn't processing to help her understand them, all she knew was she was hurt and embarrassed and wanted someone to pay. "how dare you, you stupid fucking idiot! how do you miss it that bad? god, clearly you were dropped! fuck! what the hell?"