Plucking her earbuds free, she sprawled across Niko’s lap.
Simply because she can.
hi, my name is thalia grace — but alas, all you in the blogosphere know me as puck! and this is where i a write about the people that live in my apartment building, oh and cats. and and the glories of toast.
[ Oh Jesus abort mission goodbye leave the room what the fuck what the fuck what the – ]
…. So I’m going to have to inform you that I really don’t care about you, thanks.
[ Keep going and pretend nothing happened. ]
[ And that is the sound of Celeste Harlow, Apartment 3F, not listening.
My apologies, but she can’t hear you over her agonizingly loud and persistent swooning over Robert Gardner. The swooning increases further. ]
❝Are you a fan of sushi, a new place opened up around the corner
I was thinking that maybe we could, you know –❞
❝So, Mister Gardner, I have a curiosity… –❞
[ Those might be dreamy eyes she’s letting linger on Robert Gardner.
Because Robert Gardner is the finest man she had ever laid her eyes and she doesn’t care that his little sister is terrifying and threatened her with a scalpel. He’s a dreamboat — to the max. ]
❝Did you know you’re you’re really handsome?❞
Title: I'll Be There For You
Artist: The Rembrandts
Album: Billboard Top Hits of the 90's
Artist: The Rembrandts
Album: Billboard Top Hits of the 90's
- Celeste Harlow
- Twenty-Seven
- Apartment 3F
- Dirty hippie
- Artist
- #1 Robert Gardner Fangirl
❖ [ #innocent whistling ]
ASKED BY mirificatiae
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It’s not very fair of her, yet she pulls the other into a dance anyways, twirling and spinning among frenzies of dizzied laughter. Rarely, if ever, does Pisces have a partner that can keep up—With her dancing, of course. So she doesn’t bother belittling the pleasure etched into her features, no, she enjoys the moment for what it is, drawing them close and apart, in circles and dips.
Eventually, the music fades though, slowing to a stop, and Pisces leads them similarly so. But, she crowds in given the last moment, guitar calloused fingers cradling their way along the sides of her face. She holds Celeste dear, and near, what with how they’re slotted into one another, and it’s in this moment that her laughter quiets. Still her lips vibrate and hum though, and whether it was in her design or not, they only mute when they’re met with the others, pressing chaste affection unto her friends mouth almost as suddenly as she’d taken her to the floor.
Pisces has always nominated to be a creature of spurred moments—
Otherwise she’d be far too caught up in her indecisiveness to take actions like these.“Thank you… for the dance.”
It’s said melodiously from bruised lips, with absolutely no regrets.
Send my muse prying asks about anything and everything…please?