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[grazziella]

graziella has been moved to @gathersroses! let me know if there’s any threads/asks you want me to keep. otherwise, it’s probably getting dropped! 

[grazziella]

graziella has been moved to @gathersroses! let me know if there’s any threads/asks you want me to keep. otherwise, it’s probably getting dropped! 

#if she ends up taking up too much space on that blog then i have her whole new blog already set up to move her too #❈ — cause no one wants a fella with a social disease / * ooc.

[grazziella]

still unsure what i’m gonna do about grazie. her new blog is ready. at a weird place because i do want to write her still but at the same time i don’t? moving her to the multi is an option, though i just put all that work into making the new blog plus i know that she would take up way too much space there. this whole thing is just ugh.  

#like i said on johanna thank you for everyone's kind words #just to clarify i was okay and i am technically okay right now #( the not okay part of me is unrelated to this blog ) #❈ — cause no one wants a fella with a social disease / * ooc. #tbd.

[grazziella]

you know i might not move at all? i don’t feel like i really contribute anything so there’s not really a point? still love grazie but i don’t think i really need to be here.

#and it’s okay #❈ — cause no one wants a fella with a social disease / * ooc. #tbd. #i’ll delete in a second #maybe just feel a little weird because of being busy lately

[grazziella]

mains call! going on a trip for the next few days, but when i get back i’ll finish moving this blog. for now, i’m redoing the carrd so. we just need to have interacted or plotted! 

#also tell me if you have any threads/asks you want me to keep #i will keep a few things but anything i don't have enough muse for isn't getting saved #❈ — cause no one wants a fella with a social disease / * ooc. #i don't have a ton of mutuals on here but i don't care

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it’s tradition for me to come on here every few weeks make a post about maybe getting active again then decide that johanna takes up too much of my brain in the tags

#thank you to everyone for putting up with me! #july is gonna be very busy for me so maybe in augeust? #the post: lol what if i am active on here again jk jk........... unless? #the tags: but johanna :'( i feel her i love her #( pun intended ) #❈ — cause no one wants a fella with a social disease / * ooc. #tbd.

[grazziella]

my notifications are broken. is this a sign to come back and reply to the three thousand things i owe

#i woke up to seventeen and then it turns out there was Nothing #i owe more things on johanna's blog and she is my everything so will i actually write on here? #who knows #❈ — cause no one wants a fella with a social disease / * ooc. #tbd.

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happy father’s day except grazie would like to punch her old man in the face

#all my muses have daddy issues!! #❈ — cause no one wants a fella with a social disease / * ooc. #tbd. #mobile tag. #Father’s Day tw

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watched wss again and now i miss grazie

#why do i always have muse for muses i’ve been neglecting when i can’t write #❈ — cause no one wants a fella with a social disease / * ooc. #tbd. #mobile tag.

[grazziella]

if you ever wondered why the jets were falling apart this is why

#idiot teenagers can’t learn handshakes :/ #❈ — cause no one wants a fella with a social disease / * ooc. #my pinterest feed so so funny #tbd.

[grazziella]

she doesn't even know how she got here. yes, she was there at the wedding. yes, she still remembers how much it hurt to have a kid. but it feels much more domestic than maybe she's cut out for. than what was expected. brow raises up at riff. while this isn't some earthly paradise, they don't live in san juan hill anymore. can't. grazie can't tell if they're more or less crusty than her old neighbors. the people who live around her are always old and cranky. it's just her luck. especially when she has a baby, who happens to shriek sometimes.

❝ so you're gonna be that parent, huh? ❞ she doesn't even know if that parent exists. none of her friends have ever been parents. most parents in the west side of manhatten don't seem to care too much about their kids. ❝ gonna teach the kid to defend themself? maybe not with their fists, just with words. ❞ she gives him a squeeze. ❝ they can snap at the annoying neighbors then. ❞

It's been quite the learning curve, that's for damn sure. Keeping baby fed and sorting diapers, trying to get them to sleep, making sure they're wrapped up right, things to do, and things not to do. Sometimes it's difficult to keep it all straight in his head. Being responsible for a whole little life, one that relies on the two of them for every little thing, is like a job in itself, and every day there's that voice in the back of his head, warning him to be better than his own parents. The last thing he ever wants is to let their kid down. He wants to do right by them, do right by Grazie, by the woman he loves, the mother of his child. They're both more than he deserves.

Grazie's arms wind around his chest, taking him briefly by surprise, but he smiles a little as she hooks her chin over his shoulder, her soft voice reaching his ears. He smiles a little more when the baby in his arm's focus switches to her, making a soft gurgling noise. He thinks it sounds happy. Grazie kisses his neck and he hums softly, tilting his head to brush his lips against her temple in return. "The neighbours can fuck right off, like we don't hear enough from them too." He takes their baby's little hand in his, jokingly giving it a tiny wave, like a scolding pensioner and putting on a stupid voice. "They're way more noisy than me!"

#❈ — she opens her mouth but nothing comes out / * in character. #v. tba. #whatsbehindthefacade #❈ — you swore to me we was gonna dance first / * queue. #teach the baby how to fight but don't teach the baby how to FIGHT

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it's not a good day and for more than one reason. she hates the bank. the rich pricks who run it and the other rich pricks who can say any last name other than bianchi and get sent to the front of the line. the alarm going off only worsened her scowl. not today. not while she's here. don't they have a whole security system to take care of this sort of thing? on the day she's trying to get a few dollars out of her account to buy a new dress for tessie? is that so wrong of her?

graziella only glares at the man approaching her, arms folding over her chest. ❝ you seem awfully casual about it. i'm pretty sure people don't just waltz up to people and ask something like that like they're striking up a conversation about the weather. what's up with you? ❞

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JEROME HAD THOUGHT HE’D MET ALL THE GIRLS IN GOTHAM. APPARENTLY HE HASN’T. HE’S never seen this girl before. She’s pretty. Blonde hair, blue eyes. She’s not his type, but he’d go for her if she was the last girl on earth. He can’t tell what she looks like from here, but he’s going to remedy that soon enough. He just needs a distraction. His whole plan is one giant distraction, but she doesn’t need to know that. She also doesn’t need to know that he’s the one pulling the strings here. Hopefully she’s dumb enough to believe he’s just a bystander.

He stashes his gun under a desk and makes his way over to her. “Hey,” he says. “Y’know, getting caught in a bank robbery wasn’t on my agenda for today, but,” he shrugs, “what can ya do?”

#she's irritated leave her alone #❈ — she opens her mouth but nothing comes out / * in character. #v. tba. #angelsweeps #❈ — you swore to me we was gonna dance first / * queue.

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@heygutlcss​ / riff sent: " let me take a look. "

she never claimed to be a chef. working at a bakery does not mean she kneads the dough and slides loaves of bread in the oven. the most cooking grazie’s ever done is enough to get by. why she agreed to help make dinner at riff’s is beyond her. maybe there’s something about not being able to afford a fancy dining place with the checkered tables clothes and everything, but being able to make one for themselves. right now, grazie has forgotten the appeal of cooking.   

❝ it’s fine, riff. i’ll get my own goofy band-aid for it. ❞ though, she still hasn’t dared to move her wrist from the dishtowel. it’s not bleeding bad. just enough to shake her up a little. grazie shifts it a little only to wince. the knife hadn’t sliced much of her skin. it’s just a little starch that won’t require stiches ( her wallet is praying many thanks to him up above ), yet it hurts. ❝ it’s real bloody right now. you don’t wanna see it. your stomach’ll get queasy. ❞ she can tell this will be stained. she’ll have to buy him a new one. ❝ i’ll let’cha kiss it better when it stops bleeding. ❞

#she's just gonna chill and bleed out a little #❈ — she opens her mouth but nothing comes out / * in character. #❈ — pretty girls wanting to dance / * v. pre #heygutlcss #❈ — you swore to me we was gonna dance first / * queue. #blood tw #knife tw #just in case

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a baby can't hate the mother, without the mother hating the baby first. or however that went. more than half of the jets have some sort of beef with their parents -- mother or father. grazie can just be grateful her old man left before he could do a thing to her ( yet she lies wide awake some nights wondering why he just left his family like that; weren't they enough? ). but mothers are an entirely different breed. graziella has a hard time trusting any of their mothers, no matter how kind they claim to be.

❝ sounds like your ma don't get paid enough. ❞ grazie's able to pay rent without picking up all those shifts. then again, she's only supporting herself and she knows the family who writes her paycheck. brows furrow and she sets aside the damp rag she was using to pat at the blood. ❝ three days? your ma's been working non-stop for three days? that what you mean? 'cause that ain't right, john-boy. ❞ she sits in front of him, forcing eye contact before continuing, ❝ you ever wanna come to my place, the door's open for you. you're just a kid. shouldn't have to fend for yourself for three days. i can even get'cha a spare key for when i'm asleep and won't wake up. ❞

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"My ma's never home. I don't think she even realises I go out."

Wincing a little, Baby John accepts the offered tissue, holding it to his nose. Another scuffle on the streets, he's still getting used to that, but it seems to be part of being with the Jets. Then again, it makes a change from just getting jumped at random, at least now he has guys that look out for him. It's kinda nice actually. He's always wondered what it must be like to have a big family, and now he thinks he might know, at least a little bit.

"It's not her fault though! She's a nurse, and she picks up a lot of shifts to pay rent," he quickly follows up. He doesn't want her to think his ma doesn't care, because she does. She's just always busy with work, and he gets that, and he understands why. But that doesn't stop their apartment from feeling horribly lonely a lot of the time. "It just means she ain't really around. Haven't seen her in three days."

#she is actually signing the adoption papers right now as we speak #she is three years older than him but he is her child actually #❈ — she opens her mouth but nothing comes out / * in character. #whatsbehindthefacade #❈ — pretty girls wanting to dance / * v. pre #❈ — you swore to me we was gonna dance first / * queue.

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i think someone should write krupke

#look i love '21 krupke so much #not '61 krupke because he's just a dumb big old guy #but '21's krupke you get the sense that he wants them to be better #he was comforting anita at the police station #he's lowkey the doc of the movie? he has some lowkey dad vibes okay #❈ — cause no one wants a fella with a social disease / * ooc. #tbd

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let's believe love can be just as sweet as it seems, let's live on dreams. // private and highly selective. as written by fleur. non roleplay blogs, do not interact.

#my hand slipped and i added more background girlies from wss #❈ — make sure you kiss your knuckles first / * self promo.

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"Heather....Heather...Heather...Veronica!"

Riff.... Riff.... Riff.... Graziella!

#STOP #the first time i DIED #the fact that you scroll down and down and down until you see grazie too sjgksjgkls #graziella does not mind it though... 😏 #❈ — make sure you kiss your knuckles first / * self promo. #❈ — in some other life we were holding hands / * promo.