Daydreams | Abby

notquitepsychotic:

owenalexander:

"So long as lunch is breakfast, it sounds like a fantastic plan to me.”

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       ”Breakfast is great,” she grinned with a small laugh. She gently held out her hand. “Can I put my number in your phone so we can, like, actually plan this?” She felt herself start to flush but she tried to swallow it all down and act confident.

"Ooh, decisive—"

Owen pulled out his phone from his back pocket and traded devices. “Cannot have a one-way relationship, now can we?” Selfie foda contacts.

Cue info input. ”Here you are.”

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notquitepsychotic:

owenalexander:

"That is much more like it," he replied smugly. 

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     ”Don’t make me punch you, dorkus.” She giggled with a faint blush.

"Wouldn’t want that, now would we?"

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ldpdl:


Pirate’s Alley ca. 1905-1910

ldpdl:

Pirate’s Alley ca. 1905-1910

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ARTIST: Tim Buckley
TRACK: Once I Was
ALBUM: Goodbye and Hello
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Flames A-Blaise | Blaise | Incomplete

halfdrunkpothead:

owenalexander:

"In the years I’ve known you, when have I ever judged?" Owen walked over to the fridge. "I wish you would get your shit together, yeah, but I am not going to hold it against you." He passed a cold bottle to Blaise. "You walked through Hell."

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        The older male was right, but Blaise would always feel guilt, feel judged, mainly because he puts it on himself. He took the bottle into his hand and scratched at the moistened label. “Let’s just, ah, find somethin’ good on tv, yeah?”

Hell was burning Blaise’s shoulders then and there. Owen laughed humorouslessly at the coincidence of his name—perhaps the friend was doomed from the beginning. Worked hands twisted the top off the Miller Lite. (Owen always kept a few standard Buds for guests.)

The businessman seated himself on the couch beside the addict. He half-crossed his legs and tipped beers with Blaise. “Amen.” Drinking, he passed the remote. “I only watch zombies and westerns on here, so I have no idea what else is on.”

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Daydreams | Abby

notquitepsychotic:

owenalexander:

"Then I need you to work on that."

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Fond smile carrying as shyness over-swept the girl, Owen replied, “Absolutely. I keep a quick set of materials in my car. It will be fun.”

She nodded at his words, letting him know she’d try. She allowed a smile to grow on her pallid features and she tilted her head to the side. A little giggle escaped her lips.

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    “Yeah, it’d totally be fun. We could make like a cool day out of it, do some painting and then lunch!”

"So long as lunch is breakfast, it sounds like a fantastic plan to me.”

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xheroineofozarchive:

                                             I’m not a f r a i d to
                                                  face a little 
                                                 danger

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notquitepsychotic:

owenalexander:

He mocked a gasp. “Miss Abigail, that is rude.”

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His accusing finger poked her arm. 

She wrinkled her nose at him and playfully batted at his hand, like a kitten. “Sorry Mister Owen,” she stuck out her tongue, then sucked it back into her mouth with a grin.

"That is much more like it," he replied smugly. 

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Myself | Arsenic | Incomplete

fracturedxinnocence:

owenalexander:

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"Except it’s not a what-if. It’s a guilty pleasure in the truest sense.” It’s a torture device repeating itself over and over and over and over. It’s a time bomb. He wanted to lather in red and paint in blood. Dance to screams and devour fear. Camp hell-fire. Memories of camping with Nadi’s family burned. 

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[  Saddened hues looked downward at her hands,
   a quiet sigh exhaled through her lips. Of course
   she knew exactly what he meant — she had the
   same thoughts herself. Only they weren’t usually
   kept as thoughts, instead turned into action.
   He would never harm another;
   that was the difference between them.  ]

      ❝ It’ll pass my dear. As soon as you return
         to being human you won’t have those
         images to haunt you. Now you understand
         why monsters are pitied. ❞

His voice was a whisper. “—How long have you been like this?”

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