bannannie

[bannannie]

❝ i already bought three automatics and filed off the serial numbers ❞                                 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐛𝐜'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬                                                     protected by em. ©

#𝐢. 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: ——— self promo.

[bannannie]

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— musings.

[bannannie]

annie had perched herself on the edge of the desk, legs practically swinging beneath her as she waited for prentiss. "uh, yeah of course i've heard." it had been the talk of the unit when the blonde had arrived, managing to squeeze as many details as she could out of garcia and alvez as she could. "did you really call yourself mommy?" she asked, eyes sparkling at the prospect of hearing the story first hand. "because i have to say, that's pretty badass."

no  matter  the  serious  environment  of  where  one  might  work at,  gossip  happens  wether  you  like  it  or  not.   of  course,  her  colleagues  had  heard  what  emily  had  done  to  get  the  suspect  to  talk,  and  although  the  teasing  was  rather  funny and took the edge off some situations,  she  tried  to  keep  it  at  the  minimum  in  the  work  place.   she  heard  the  footsteps  approaching  her  office  and  stopping  at  her  already open door.   with  a  sight  and  the  lack  of  words  form  the  newcomer,  she  looks  up,  narrowing  her  eyes  at  their  expression.   ❝  you  heard  about  it,  didn't  you?  ❞ at this point, who hadn't?

open starter.

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— writing. #𝐯. 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧​​. ——— emily prentiss. #fortislumen #me laughing to myself because her ex-husband is played by the same guy as sicarius

[bannannie]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬   →   accepting.

@misereternal : ❛  when did life become this big monster that we just have to constantly feed ?  ❜

annie knew that feeling all too well. how life just seemed to be on forward fast for the last few years, and she spent so much time trying to keep her head above water that she was hardly able to stop and try and slow it down. it just added to how out of control she felt in her life. "sucks, doesn't it?" was about as much as she could offer at this point. she didn't have any pearls of wisdom to offer, or else her own life might look a little better than it did at present. "something getting you down? i can't say for certain i can help, but i can certainly listen."

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— writing. #𝐯. 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥​​. ——— spencer hastings. #misereternal

[bannannie]

open to: mutuals !

"yikes." as eloquent as a response as you might expect from annie, especially given the circumstances. she was never usually the sort of person you'd turn to in a crisis, so even being told about the sort of sticky situation they'd managed to get themselves in was practically a first. she was so used to being the screw up herself, finding others to turn to, she wasn't used to the roles being reversed like this. what she did have though, were tried and tested methods when these things happens.

it was one of those methods that she opted for almost immediately. the blonde leaned forward from her couch, reaching for two clean(ish) mugs that had been resting on top of the coffee table and putting one in front of her, and one in front of her companion. only then did her hand snake down the side of the couch, pulling out a bottle of peach schnapps that had been kept behind there for times such as these (though granted, she'd thought it would be for her own troubles and not someone else's). clear liquid was poured into the ceramics, with the comment, "i always find it easier to think in a crisis with one of these." as if she needed any justification. "drink up. it'll help, i promise. and then we can try and figure something out."

#love me pls and thanks xo

[bannannie]

open to: mutuals !

"yikes." as eloquent as a response as you might expect from annie, especially given the circumstances. she was never usually the sort of person you'd turn to in a crisis, so even being told about the sort of sticky situation they'd managed to get themselves in was practically a first. she was so used to being the screw up herself, finding others to turn to, she wasn't used to the roles being reversed like this. what she did have though, were tried and tested methods when these things happens.

it was one of those methods that she opted for almost immediately. the blonde leaned forward from her couch, reaching for two clean(ish) mugs that had been resting on top of the coffee table and putting one in front of her, and one in front of her companion. only then did her hand snake down the side of the couch, pulling out a bottle of peach schnapps that had been kept behind there for times such as these (though granted, she'd thought it would be for her own troubles and not someone else's). clear liquid was poured into the ceramics, with the comment, "i always find it easier to think in a crisis with one of these." as if she needed any justification. "drink up. it'll help, i promise. and then we can try and figure something out."

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— writing. #𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— open starter. #context is up to you muah just love her

[bannannie]

hiding out hadn't really been her plan, but annie wasn't sure what else to do. turning to her parents wasn't an option, and beth was off with dean living their marital bliss life. and here she was, fighting off a stomach bug yet again, despite however many weeks it had been going on for. she knew it wasn't just something she'd eaten, far too scared to face the reality of the situation. a pregnant high schooler from a tricky upbringing felt too cliche, even for her. it was far easier to manage being some sort of stomach flu.

"shit." was that too blunt of a response? maeve was being nice to her, she didn't deserve to be on the end of annie's tiredness, of her fear as to what was growing inside of her. "do you have any water?" she asked, eyes softening. hands fiddled with one another in front of her, just grateful to not be there alone like she had been. "i think i'm in trouble." she confessed, words barely louder than a whisper.

 ❝   will you stay with me?   ❞

 she’s not good at people   -    or,    more precisely,    maeve isn’t good at being what they want or need from her outside of academia.    people are so much trickier than books:    less forgiving,    full to the brim with subtext written in too many languages to make sense.   (   she sees them.   reads them just fine.   something still gets lost in translation,   not coming to her lips in the way maeve means the sentiments.   )    teenager is already a mix of too advanced   -   working on a degree,   spending most of year surrounded by those so much older   -   and already feeling miles behind. 

@bannannie​ hardly seems well and textbooks whisper in the back of her mind that she knows without being told what is making other girl sick.

 ❝   do you need some crackers or water?    they’re meant to help with   -   bugs.   ❞    it had been a bug other had blamed it upon,    wasn’t it?    brunette is barely sure,    yet still she follows request,    sinking down to sit on the floor opposite her.    ❝   how are you feeling?   ❞

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— writing. #𝐢𝐯. 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. ——— pre canon. #𝐯. 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧​​. ——— maeve donovan. #doctordonovan #please I LOVE THANK U

[bannannie]

there was no denying that she was scared. she had been, since the moment that gang had turned up in her sisters house after the first time they'd robbed fine and frugal. always watching her back, always feeling like she was kicking as hard as she could to get to the surface of a body of water that was doing it's best to keep her drowning. quick fixes had turned to more danger, and too many close calls with the law for her to keep track of. sometimes, in the dead of the night, she thought about how it was only a matter of time before it caught up to her.

"you're going to think i'm crazy." there was almost a laugh behind her words, likely there because if she didn't, she might dissolve into a puddle of tears. "i'm working for a gang." she started, hands wringing in front of her. "and i don't think i can get out, maeve." every time she got close, something had her falling right back in. "you can't tell anyone. please."

 ❝   whatever you’re about to do,   don’t do it.   ❞

 one of these days,    trouble is going to get sick and tired of hunting her down with such ferocious stubbornness.    no matter what she does,    no matter what choices maeve makes…    she keeps ending up faced with situations that just keep on going.    fingers roughly rub own eyelids as if praying to wake up from latest nightmare in only increasingly insane life.    (   at least,    for once,   there’s no guns pointed at her   -   little mercies are about all maeve can cling to.   )      ❝   I’m not about to do anything.   ❞     it’s more a reassurance than anything else.    there’s no rush,    at least for now,    maeve just wants to understand.

 ❝   talk to me,    @bannannie​.   ❞    this time though,    it comes more as a plea,    soft and instead moving to take a seat.    if everything is ridiculous,   who is she to pretend she’s the only sane one left?    ❝   I’m listening.    I want to get it,    I really do.    this is just…    a little out of my usual wheelhouse.   ❞ 

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— writing. #𝐯. 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧​​. ——— maeve donovan. #doctordonovan

[bannannie]

I do have time for a drink.

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— musings.

[bannannie]

annie could never be one to judge, not in a circumstance like this. she knew how it felt to be unexpectedly pregnant, scared, feeling alone. all she could do was hope that by being here for aisling, she might be able to combat some of those feelings for her friend, at least a little. "you don't need to justify yourself to me." said the blonde who'd found herself falling into bed with her ex-husband despite his new wife being pregnant. she was rarely in a position to judge. "wow." was about all annie could muster, eyebrows raising. "well at some point, i'm going to need the whole story as to how that happened." she started, but her voice softened for her next question, "does he know?"

@bannannie​ asked:     “ who’s the father? “

her  gaze  moves  from  the  mug  of  tea  in  her  lap,  to  annie’s  expectant  face.          then,  back  to  the  mug,  slowly  tugging  the  neck  of  her  jumper  up  and  over  her  face  to  hide  the  blush  that  accompanies  her  sheepish  smile,  unwillingly  succumbed  to.          “  promise  you  won’t  judge  me,  annie.  i…  it  was  a  moment  of  weakness,  okay?  honest,  i  didn’t  even…  i wasn’t  planning…  i-i  get  stressed  when  i’m  home,  okay?  and  i  was  back  home  for  ten  feckin’  days.  it’s  too  long!  “          stop  avoiding  it.  stop  avoiding  her…  just  rip  it  off,  like  a  band-aid.  her  eyes  close,  and  the  collar  of  her  sweater  moves  up  until  it  reaches  her  eyebrows.          “nate…  “

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— writing. #𝐯. 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐜𝐧𝐞. ——— aisling jones. #soulstcne

[bannannie]

𝐦𝐜𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐧𝐝.          ———          daisy midgeley.​

    “right, yeah. soccer. sounds proper weird that does, never understood why you didn’t call it football,“ she admitted. she wasn’t the biggest fan of sports, though, wasn’t that bothered about the difference in what it was called. it was mainly just conversational, something to say in response…but the mention of the wedding quickly distracted her, as it often did. that was her priority, it was something she loved talking about, no matter who it was with. annie seemed interested, anyway, which was more than she could say for a lot of people, who only seemed to humour her. “8th of may, this gorgeous venue called charlesworth hall. it was my dream, we got proper lucky, managed to snag a date this year. got pretty much everything planned out in me head! slowly working on getting it all ready, y’know? i’ve been usin’ a lot of my influencer connections to bag free stuff. ice sculptures, fireworks, and i’m wearing a dress from this gorgeous boutique for free. it’s gorgeous. y’wanna see? i took loads of pictures.”

annie’s own wedding was rushed, trainwreck was the word that immediately came to mind, but that didn’t mean that she could indulge daisy in her planning. it was nice to be excited about something like that, to have something to look forward to that was just a good thing. “wow, look at you go. everyone loves a freebie.” herself included, although hers just tended to be a donut when she promised to flash the guy behind the bakery counter back home at fine and frugal. “oh totally, of course i wanna see it. sounds like you’ve got quite the big day planned. what’s the guest count? in the hundreds?” now she was just being nosey, but she could use the wedding as an excuse to find out a little more. “my dress barely fit. but then i’d just given birth, so i’ll take it for what it was.”

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— writing. #𝐯. 𝐦𝐜𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐧𝐝. ——— daisy midgeley. #mcstermnd

[bannannie]

it was nice for annie, to actually think that there might be someone who believed that maybe she could do better in life. she'd always fit the same mold. everyone expected her to screw up, to not make something of herself, and so she'd never really tried to prove them any different. perhaps this time might be different. "oh sure, can't let mom down." and those words weren't sarcastic, not this time. "totally, thank you. you're a good egg, ya know that?"

+ @bannannie / continued from here because tumblr hates me

Udyati beams at Annie. She believes in her. Believes that she can do it. That she can provide for her son. That she can grow and better herself. This is just the first step. The first of many.

Her phone screen lights up. It chimes and then chimes again. Udyati checks it. "If it were up to me," she grins, "I would've stayed here even longer. But my mom's home. Her new lady friend is coming over for the first time ever. So I gotta help with dinner. If there's anything else you might need, in the meantime, Ben has my number."

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— writing. #𝐯. 𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐚. ——— udyati rao. #dvarapala #these are cute i love them ok #if you want me to start something new i can !

[bannannie]

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— musings.

[bannannie]

"i've wanted to be a clumsy rich bitch." annie said, eyes glancing around her. it wasn't something that was set to be on the cards for her, she was sure, but maybe a game of pretend could be fun for a moment. or at least, she could observe savannah having that fun for herself. "you're going to need someone to bail you out, why don't you let me do that?" a good way of avoiding the potential arrest for herself, despite the fact that bail money wasn't something thhat she had in vast amounts.

“PLEASE.” Savannah scoffed lightly, arms crossing over her chest as she smiled, mischief hiding behind her eyes. “You can be anything you want to be. When you’re shoplifting, YOU’RE NOT ANNIE, because Annie doesn’t shoplift.” She hoped the other woman would catch her drift. “You’re playing a character — a clumsy rich bitch with TOO MUCH FREE TIME on her hands.” Chewing her gum, Savannah grinned at Annie. “Haven’t you ever wanted to be an actress?”

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— writing. #𝐯. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧. ——— savannah carter. #fantasywritten

[bannannie]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?

the living room: something close to dread follows you, even though you can smile in its face and have everyone believe you. you’ve been cheated and lied to and yet you’re still the hearth at the centre of this house; the constant, unequivocal warmth that emanates in snowy december or sunny july. you’re burning you’re burning you burn for everyone all the time. you’re going to catch fire one of these days, and when you do, you will smile in its face.

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— headcanons.

[bannannie]

𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬   →   accepting.

@spynorth : ❛ you’re being followed ,  pretend you know me . ❜

fuck. annie didn't recognise the voice behind the words, and her steps stopped as she considered what she was meant to do. could she really just believe someone who told her that she was being followed? it wouldn't be the first time that she'd have been heading straight into some sort of a trap, if that was in fact what was happening here. but then again, how often did she get to say that someone helped her out of a situation like this? between a couple of robbed stores and the pile of fake money waiting to be washed at her sisters job, there was plenty of reason why someone might be following her. but there also was reason to think that someone might lie about it to get her into a pickle.

worse things had happened to her. "i need to get laundry detergent." perhaps not the most subtle of conversation starters, but it was hardly the sort of comment one might make to someone that they didn't know. "did you pick up the wine for dinner?" she asked, eyes darting either side of her, scoping out who might be lingering, who might be listening. voice hushed, she asked, "who's following me? and who are you?"

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— writing. #𝐯. 𝐬𝐩𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡. ——— lucas north. #spynorth

[bannannie]

𝐦𝐜𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐧𝐝.          ———          daisy midgeley.​

    the mention of daniel cheating made her bristle, but how was annie supposed to know she was talking to the girl with the worst jealous streak in all of greater manchester? while she hadn’t been the total vindictive cow daniel had accused her of being when he was getting cozy with nicky, she had been a bit of a cow — always would be when a pretty girl started sniffing around her now fiance. on the surface daisy might not have had any self esteem or confidence issues, but that didn’t stop her from being insecure in her relationship, knowing how easy it would be for him to find someone with more in common with him. “right. i know what you’re gettin’ at. i’ve dated footie players, they’re all about flashin’ the cash, not so much about the commitment.” not to mention the last one had been dull as dish water, but she didn’t want to pull up the stereotype that all of them were thick. it wouldn’t be fair, tarring them all with the same brush. “don’t matter now, anyway. we are fully committed to each other. ooh, look—” she lifted her left hand, wiggling her ring finger for annie’s benefit. “proper old this is. family heirloom. think that means ken barlow has fully accepted me into the family.”

annie couldn’t help the quiet laugh that bubbled within her. “footie.” she repeated with her best effort at mimicking the others accent –– not maliciously of course, but rather just because. “it’s soccer, right?” even she could figure that one out, the vast differences between each version of football something she’d realised after one night in a local pub, and she didn’t even like sport that much. “jeez, look at that.” eyes widened as she looked at the ring, hands reaching for daisy’s to hold it still while she took a proper good look at it. “he’s gotta really love you.” stating the obvious perhaps, but with one divorce under her belt it was an important thing to recognise. not that she and greg hadn’t loved one another, they had –– but forced into a wedding as teenagers after accidentally getting pregnant didn’t exactly scream happily ever after. "you already got plans? a date?” for someone who hadn’t enjoyed her own wedding planning, she was always much more excited by others. “a dress?”

#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— writing. #𝐯. 𝐦𝐜𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐧𝐝. ——— daisy midgeley. #mcstermnd