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           “i heard someone listening to paramore earlier, got really  s c a r e d  i was back in 2009. scary time i had green hair for a month cause i thought it was cool.” // open starter

 



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                     “it’s taken a long time to realize i’m not who i wanted to be.”

;; open

 



tall

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             There was not much difference between his height with wearing shoes & with out. He was tall, that much was clear, & it was at least easier than being short. Then again, there were always problems involved —- hitting his head happened at times, but that was the least of his worries ( if he was being completely honest )

            ❝ I wouldn’t exactly call it justice. More like…. the universe just decided that I should be taller than most. ❞ Of course, he couldn’t complain —- being tall was something that the man enjoyed & he always made sure to use his height when the situation called for it, ❝ You get used to it after a while. ❞    

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         “you get used to it the rest of us get to glare at you for it && HOPE it’s dangerous up there” her fellow vertically challenged friends didn’t actually seem to be as annoyed at tall people as her, they definitely didn’t glare at everyone over 6ft. she doesn’t really care no one else ever seems to share her opinion —- she doesn’t need to mention it.

         she doesn’t like to stay still ;; she’s always found it  h a r d  to stay in place for more than a few minutes && it’s getting harder to keep her hands on her hips to try && seem taller than she is. bounces on the balls of her feet a little to placate herself “it’s the only justice i can think of if we have to hurt our necks trying to look you people in the eye then it’s only fair that most doorways aren’t tall enough for you.”

 



lincoln

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His face softens, the words throwing him off. “I don’t need you to apologize.” He lifts his shoulders in a shrug, looking anywhere but at her. “I wasn’t going through a good time, you had every right to ditch my ass.” Her leaving had momentarily made things worse but what mattered now is that she was back and he was better.

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         “i kinda do though i’ve been told it was a dick move by a few people. not in those words but the meaning was there” half smile on her lips, glances up at him && risks a sip of coffee. grimaces at the burn in her throat, sets it down && laces her hands together awkwardly. “it didn’t mean it was right. family is supposed to stick together, according to hollywood anyway, i should have tried to stick it out. i probably could have at least locked you in the bathroom for a couple of days to see if it’d help.”

 



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           drink bland, she takes a sip every few minutes && tries not to gag. that’s not her style. “——- does yours taste like it came from a tap or is it just mine??

;; has regrets, @amongwclves

 



place to stay

@aerokinctic ❤︎’d for a thing!

“ – if it’s a place to crash you need, my door’s open. “ 

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                    “i wouldn’t want to cause you any trouble.”

 



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                              “i deny all accountability. was not me, talk to my lawyer, do not care.”

;; open

 



deedsrewarded:

@aerokinctic started following you

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“enough, okay. i might have gotten us kidnapped, but i can fix it.maybe.”

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         “not filling me with any confidence at all there. we get out of here && i am never hanging out with you.”

 



fucking tall

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     there was no denying that the question was unexpected —– he didn’t even think that being tall was a problem ( unless you counted the countless girlfriends who dragged him down, but that was another story ). he couldn’t change it — well, he could try, but there was still a certain pride into being taller than most ( he thought it was most at least ). 

       he could look down on everyone around him; the sense of superiority was something that was enjoyable ( even if he would never admit it ), & that was why he took in a deep breath & then let it out as slowly as possible before he finally spoke, ❝ it’s GOD given, i’m afraid.  ❞    

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             snorts at the mention of god, a habit she doesn’t plan on kicking any time soon despite some of the dirty looks from little old ladies she didn’t expect it from, && tries to casually check how thick the soles of his shoes are. she’s never been good at subtlety but she confirms that yes, he is tall without the help of thick soles && heels. that possibly just bugs her  m o r e

             hands on her hips, her nails DIG into the waistband of her jeans to stop her hands slipping into her pockets && making her look smaller. she doesn’t want to loose that extra half inch. “then gods an asshole” she replies seriously, the same thing she usually says about the universe for inventing people over 6ft. “at least you probably hit your head on doorways. that’s justice.”

 



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                blinks twice before realizing she might be nearly a foot shorter than him, it throws a bit of a problem in her way. it makes it a lot harder to be intimidating when she has to glare UP && possibly still has paint on her face  (  she needs better soap && a pair of gloves.  )  she still does her best && keeps in mind if she really needs to she can create a strong enough gust of wind that he’s knocked on his ass. 

               “how the fuck are you that tall??” it slips out, she’s partly disappointed in herself considering her brothers height  (  she’s spent the last few years surrounding herself with people under 6ft.  ) 

;; has regrets, @hellfirebound

 



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