anoetics

[anoetics]

"   it's not a very realistic plan to go through life like you're the plucky protagonist of an underdog story. usually things that sound like they won't work don't work.     "

⟣ ─ ˑ 〃 ۫ 🪻 ❛ 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 — i know it sounds crazy , but it might just work . . . ❜

#elena ferreyra. #elena & audrey. #elena / threads.

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"   you don't suck. no comment on the idea. or your scrapbooking ideas in general. but you're on track that it's excellent light-hearted embarrassment material. i'm just glad it didn't cross the line into blackmailable. though i like to think we're at a point in our friendship where blackmail is generally off the table.   "

"Resourceful. Okay, the idea sucks, I suck. I'll throw them out. But I'm keeping one to put on your wedding slideshow during the speeches."

#it is kiling me that this is still from christma #we need a new thread atp. #emma phillips. #emma & jack. #emma / threads.

[anoetics]

"   ...you got my prescription or not?     "

  〝 harvey landon… his face betrays no emotion, but what passions lurk behind those eyes? 〞

#whatever happened to this the first time #harvey landon. #harvey / threads. #harvey & billy.

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he repeats inexperience in matters of the heart like a mantra, and all emma wants to do is tell him to wave it away, not to worry. if anything, it's a plus: connor is fresh slate in love, and emma has long been in desperate need of a new beginning. and if she's having it with anyone, she wants it to be with him.   "   it's okay. i told you. i love you. you love me. we can do the rest together.   "   emma's own walls have gone through different iterations, to spike covered and vault-like to flimsy paper chains that laid her bair   —   it doesn't feel like she has any now, or at least, it's a protective one, around them, together. she finds her own space in the crook of his neck, curled into the familiar scent of smoke and burnt coffee and cologne. her voice is soft, warm:   "   your shirt is still wet.   "   

“   i've never said that to anyone before.   ”   he admits,  and it's unspoken but it still feels loud:   i've never loved anyone before.   and it's true that this is uncharted territory for him,  connor's walls are high and thick     —     built with the intention to make them impossible for anyone to scale.   and yet,   then came her.   and with her,   vulnerability washes over him like a wave.   with the assurance that emma feels the same,   he pushes forward,   and asks for more.   “   i'd like that,   i think.   ”    despite the time of day,    despite the way the clock ticks into the small hours,   connor only feels a daylight like warmth.   and he presses his nose into her cheek.   “   i've never     ...    dated anyone before.   not seriously anyway.   ”   

#emma phillips. #emma & connor. #emma / threads.

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she'd known love before, what had felt like both plenty and not nearly enough. usually the kind people wrote about in heartbreak ballads or tear-stained diary entries: the painful twist, the anxiety, the rise and fall of the kind of good thing that maybe never really was. she'd felt warmth and love and affection   —   but in the absence of the former, the latter felt like it enveloped her in a different kind of daylight-tinged glow. there was a security in knowing that even if she didn't fully understand it, she knew, with fingers tangled in her hair and lips pressed to hers, that connor wanted to be there. not with someone else, or somewhere else entirely. just there. so she just laughs, brightly, not at him, but at them. she adopts a teasing lilt:   "   what? you want to be my boyfriend or something, connor landon?   " 

a silent exhale,   and connor realises he didn’t even know he was holding his breath.   but something in him relaxes at the confirmation that his feelings are shared.   that it’s mutual. that they love each other.   fuck.   “    okay,   good.   that’s really good.   ”    dark eyes are soft,   and his hands don’t untangle from emma’s tresses,   if anything     —     he twists his fingers into her hair even more.   “   what now  ?   ”    voice soft,   and connor shakes his head when he realises what question he’s even asking:   what are we  ?

#emma phillips. #emma & connor.

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for a second she's not sure if he's really said it, really means it, but then connor repeats himself, this time surely. a beat can't even pass before she kisses him, almost in relief. then emma pulls back, catches her breath and clings to him still, bodies pressed together, fingers in hair    —   and in true ever-emotional form, her eyes glisten with more than affection and excitement.   "   you have to promise. i can't— you have to be sure.   "    her expression is wide-eyed, imploring, caught somewhere between warmth and worry, anxiety and adoration.   "   i love you. okay? i do. i know i do.   "

〝   like     —   〞 he wishes he was brave.   as brave as she is.   to not be too stuck on past agonies to leap.   fingers knot through soft locks,   and connor keeps emma close.   like he’s not quite ready to share the truth of his heart with anyone but her.  〝   like i love you,   i think.   〞   a pause,   and connor's big brown eyes meet bigger brown eyes.  〝   no,   i do.   i love you.   〞

#emma phillips. #emma & connor.

[anoetics]

"   i think even if you're not looking you let it find you. mostly because you're a softie   —   no, harsher. a total fucking pussy, julian.   "

  〝 who says i'm still looking? 〞 he isn't, not actively, anyway. 〝 you think i'm looking? 〞

#pippa espina. #pippa & juli. #shes right

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 "   if we were in seventh grade i could probably get you to do it on a dare. unfortunately for me, growing up has only given you more reticence and not more sense.   "   it's her turn to grin.   "   it's water. you're scared of a verifiably swimmable pond because it looks a little icky. that's lame.   "

  〝   don't be   ...   lame  ?   〞   callum grins,   and he makes no move to lose any layers.   his intention is to stay exactly where he is.   〝   are we in seventh grade  ?   〞

#elena ferreyra. #elena & callum. #omg leave him alone....

[anoetics]

"   and every day i wake up and pray that continues. you're too nice, is your problem. well, part of it. most of the problem is man-children who impregnate women like they're spraying into a crowd. no one with a baby mama, grace. please. and make sure he has a car. a motorcycle doesn't count.   "

  〝   the closest i've ever gotten to a self confessed bad boy is finn.   〞

#sienna kinney. #sienna & grace. #she's always keeping it real

[anoetics]

"   is it true you sell weed? i don't want any of your comics. no offense. i mean, seriously, you guys could do with a little less superhero shit. i've already bought out the hottest wonder woman stock. you ever consider the star trek series?   —   whatever, the good kush is more important.   "   

  〝 charming… 〞 a tone dry, see: bored, he lets the unfitting descriptor do the heavy lifting conveying his sarcasm.  〝 you usually get better service acting like a bitch? 〞

#ava & juli. #ava rosilio.

[anoetics]

randomized sentence starters   1   /   ∞   —   ava & juli.

"   don't you have a bong to hit, or a dick to suck?   " / @cotiere

#ava rosilio. #ava & juli.

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"   more?   "   it's a gentle coaxing, a promise he can jump and won't fall. anticipation and doubt and affection leave a tangled knot in her stomach, a weight bringing her down. she feels almost embarrased at her own eagerness, how quickly she moves forward to complete any motions he makes toward her, to squash the nerves of the hesitantly open. even her, with heart-pocked sleeves from past mistakes, she's still too scared to say it, like it might just all be some great big prank he's playing on her. she kisses him, and the idea of dry clothes melts away. there's no urgency in anything but the need to draw closer.   "   like what?   "

he dithers,   and wet clothes soak him to the bone.   "   fresh clothes would be great actually,   phillips.   "   a beat,   and honesty comes.   "   ...   i like you,   emma.   a lot.  "   he braces himself for impact,   but the world doesn't end,   and the rug doesn't get yanked from beneath his feet.   connor softens,   dark eyes wide and his forehead comes to rest against hers.   he catches her lips in a kiss,   soft and slow.   "   probably more than like.  "    

#emma phillips. #emma & connor.

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"   i don't think the good people at st. anywhere's are willing to baptize me in the name of thoreau.   "   elena chirped. as he dithered, she stripped down  —   her sweater off first, then her jeans, before she's swimsuit clad like it's a hot summer day and kicking off her socks and shoes. there are more well-seasoned arguments she could make regarding his safety in the pond, like its historic swimability or a sympathy plea for safety in numbers. instead, she pleads to callum's tried and true emotionality, however juvenile her example.     "   don't be... lame.   "

"    it looks like any other body of water.   "     callum tugs thick fabric around himself tighter,   though the chill in the air cuts close.     "    if you want to be baptised,   we can find a church.   it's much warmer,   and only you get wet.   "     

#elena ferreyra. #elena & callum.

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"   honey, as long as you stay away from any grown ass men who are self professed bad boys, you can think whatever you want.   "

"   you used to babysit me with him,   and i was eleven     —     not five.   i knew him.    "   a beat.   "   i'm not saying is a bad thing,   bad boys are overrated.   just that it's not surprising your first crush was hercules.    "   

#sienna kinney. #sienna & grace.

[anoetics]

randomized sentence starters   1   /   ∞   —   elena & audrey.

“   i’m going to put my hands together and pray that you’re not serious.   " / @lavenderhaeze

#i made the sentence from kiki's delivery service for u if u even care #elena ferreyra. #elena & audrey.

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"   i learned my lesson. you're still looking for love in all the wrong places. habitually, might i add.   "

  〝 once. 〞  technically twice, but who's counting?  〝 we're neck and neck, poppy. 〞

#pippa espina. #pippa & juli.

[anoetics]

"   i'd rather be a wonder whore than wonder why i keep getting dumped and dogged.   "

  〝 way to go, wonder whore. 〞  @anoetics

#she's talking about him btw #pippa espina. #pippa & juli.