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@dolores-agnelli sent: “it feels good just holding you.”

Frank   isn’t   accustomed   to   the   softness   of   their   interactions.   He’s   used   to   rugged,   jagged   edges.   He’s   so   used   to   being   violent   and   aggressive.   It   never   mattered   who   he   was   around   or   who   he   was   interacting   with.   His   dad   was   a   piece   of   shit.   Julie   and   him   had   always   had   a   certain   degree   of   roughness   in   their   interactions,   even   when   they   were   together.   Some   part   of   him,   however,   had   always   longed   for   something   much   more   tame.   Something   soft.   Something   comforting.   This   was   what   he’d   been   looking   for,   and   he   wasn’t   sure   what   to   do   now   that   he   was   here.   “Yeah...   uh,   you   too,”   he   murmured,   pulling   her   closer.   It   was   brisk   night   in   Ormond,   and   honestly   he   wished   he’d   had   another   idea   for   a   place   for   them   to   hang   out.   And   then   it   struck   him.   The   lodge.   

“Hey,   it’s   awful   cold   out.   Maybe   we   should   head   somewhere   else.   I   like   the   stars   and   the   night   sky   as   much   as   the   next   guy,   but   I   also   really   enjoy   my   fingers,”   he   joked,   blowing   warm   air   onto   his   hand.   “I   know   somewhere   we   can   go,   if   you   want?   I   know   you’re   technically   being   bad   by   sneaking   out   with   me   ---   which   by   the   way   I   really   appreciate   ---   would   you   mind   trespassing   while   we’re   at   it?”

#𝗙𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗡 || threads #𝗙𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗡 || verse: two #dolores-agnelli

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@womenstrcng​ sent: "this night assists me and it’s endless here."

He   can’t   help   but   feel   absolute   adoration   for   her   in   every   sense   of   the   word.   Robin   was   his   everything.   She   was   everything   he   needed   her   to   be   ---   everything   he’d   crafted   her   into.   The   night   sky   speckled   with   stars   above   them   seemed   to   stretch   on   endlessly,   and   for   a   moment   Levi   feels   at   peace.   It’s   not   something   he   feels   often,   but   he   revels   in   it   whenever   he   gets   the   chance.   “Darling,   we   don’t   need   the   assistance   tonight.   Why   don’t   we   pull   off?   Those   two   back   there   aren’t   going   anywhere,   after   all,”   he   nods   his   head   to   the   backseat   where   a   couple   is   bound   and   unconscious.   

“The   night   is   beautiful.   Why   don’t   we   stargaze   for   a   bit?   It’s   secluded   enough   here   that,   when   we’re   done   enjoying   it,   we   can   dispose   of   them   and   get   on   to   the   next   destination,   yeah?”   He   pulls   her   in   to   place   a   gentle   kiss   upon   her   forehead.   “Show   me   the   constellations   again,   I   love   it   when   you   do   that.”

#womenstrcng #𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗜 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗦𝗢𝗡 || verse: one #𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗜 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗦𝗢𝗡 || threads #𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗜 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗦𝗢𝗡 || asks

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tumblr tanked the quality but if u click it it should be better quality lmao I'm mobile 😭

I forgot to share but I commissioned the AMAZING @desxderium to draw Danny Johnson & his gf @dolores-agnelli and I cant stop thinking about it

#❪ ☢ — 𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗷𝘂𝗾 — ooc ❫

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@dolores-agnelli​:

 “I’m gonna fail this so hard.” Dolores concedes, slumping against Frank’s shoulder. Before her is an assignment packet — one of the final few before the next test. The jumble of numbers, letters, and other symbols for which she can’t even recall the names, are still complete nonsense.

 “Why the fuck can’t I do math? It should be easy, shouldn’t it? There’s like, an objective right answer, but I can never remember what I’m supposed to do.”

Frank   can’t   help   but   find   her   struggle   funny.   He   couldn’t   relate,   necessarily.   Schoolwork   came   easily   to   him;   he   came   to   find   it   rather   boring   as   life   went   on,   and   he   couldn’t   be   bothered   to   keep   up   with   it   now.   He   glanced   at   the   work,   eyeballing   the   equations,   and   the   answers   ---   only   two   wrong   ---   she’d   written.   “Haha,   honestly,   I’m   so   far   behind   I   don’t   think   a   100%   on   the   exam   could   save   me   at   this   point,”   He   somewhat   regrets   it.   He   wants   to   do   better.   What’s   his   motivation   though?   School   finishes,   and   then   there’s   just   more   school.   “Looks   like   you’re   getting   it,   though.”   

#dolores-agnelli #𝗙𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗡 || threads #𝗙𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗞 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗡 || verse: two

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dolores-agnelli​:

  Dolores sighed as Jed relieved her of half the burden, and she flexed her sore hand. Much better. Unsure whether she felt flattered or patronized by his surprise, she simply gave a half-smile and shrugged one shoulder.

  “I mean, I’ve gotta get ‘em home, right?” She motioned to start walking, then paused. Although Dolores sensed he’d be ultimately undeterred, she tried one final time to give him the shake. “Y’know, if it’s that heavy, I’m… sure I can just handle it. You’re already carrying that, anyway,” she nodded to the messenger bag slung across his chest. “Are you sure it’s no problem?”

Jed gave a quick grin. Unable to cover his struggle, clearly, he had to just roll with it as if it was nothing. “I mean, yeah of course. Ever thought about getting a rolling cart or something?” he questioned, trying to seem as genuine as possible. Playing the part now was important. Although, he was diligently gauging her reaction. She didn’t like this; it was clear that she wanted him gone. “It’s really no problem, I’m happy to help,” he insisted. “There’s barely anything in my bag anyway. Just a camera and a notebook, no biggie.”

#𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗬 𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡 || threads #𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗬 𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡 || verse: two #dolores-agnelli

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happy halloween 🎃🎃🎃🎃

#❪ ☢ — 𝗴𝗮𝗿ō 𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼 — munday ❫ #❪ ☢ — 𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗷𝘂𝗾 — ooc ❫

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theophagya​:

                instinctively, she flinches away from the unexpected touch, but for that brief second where his warm skin met her too-cold flesh, it felt almost like a jolt of electricity. the name he’d said, also had felt strange, it wasn’t her name, but it felt like a name she’d heard before. and then she looks at his face, and she swears she can recognize him from somewhere. is he famous or something ? what the fuck is even happening right now ?

                   ❝ hey ! ❞ she barks,  ❝ ever heard of asking before you touch, asshole ? ❞

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Christian   recoils   away   reflexively.   He'd   never   meant   to   be   invasive,   and   the   thought   of   her   taking   it   that   way   was   incredibly   digusting   to   him.   Immediately   he   shakes   his   head.   She   must   not   recognize   him,   and   the   very   prospect   of   that   makes   his   face   fall.   "Sawyer,   it's   me...   It's   Christian?   I   know   we   haven't   seen   each   other   in   a   while,   sorry   if   I   startled   you.   I   wanted   to   get   your   attention   before   I   lost   sight   of   you,"   he   explained,   trying   to   offer   up   a   small   smile.   

#theophagya #𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗘𝗨𝗘𝗥 || threads #𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗘𝗨𝗘𝗥 || verse: two #❪ ☢ — 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 — queue ❫

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Okay, so you’ve made some bad decisions. You’ve hurt people. You’ve hurt yourself. You’ve stumbled through life from one self-inflicted disaster to the next without anything even approaching a plan. To which I say—welcome aboard. Maybe you’re not good… but you’re sure as hell good enough. (cred.)

#❪ ☢ — 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 — self promotion. ❫ #sparkfelt #i am also here just fyi

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TAG YOURSELF: PODCAST GANG EDITION

affiliated original characters with original lore. @traumatizedtm​, @barrenfalls​ and @traumary​.

#traumatizedtm #barrenfalls #wow I LOVE US #❪ ☢ — 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 — self promotion. ❫ #❪ ☢ — 𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗶 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶𝗻 — promotion. ❫

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loisnclark​:

𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨.

i’m not good enough.

people just don’t look at me like that.

don’t talk about yourself like that.

i want to smash the mirror everytime i look at it.

i’m an awful person.

i don’t deserve your love.

it should have been me that died.

how can you think like that?

don’t lie to me. i’m not beautiful.

this dress would never look good on me.

stop it! don’t talk like that!

don’t. don’t touch me.

i could never pull that off.

ugh, this top makes me look ___.

i want to rip my skin off.

#❪ ☢ — 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗳𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲 — memes ❫

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Trick or Treat! 🎃 also mwah

posted here!

#dolores-agnelli #❪ ☢ — 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 — ooc asks ❫

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@dolores-agnelli​ sent:  Trick or Treat!  🎃 below the cut is a promotion graphic using this template and an aesthetic board for danny johnson and dolores using this template, this coloring, and this coloring.

#❪ ☢ — 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘂𝘀 — my graphics ❫ #hope u like!!!!

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#𝗕𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛 || musing #𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗬 𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗢𝗡 || musing #𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗟𝗘𝗬 𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗦 || musing #𝗝𝗨𝗗𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 || musing #𝗠𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗨𝗦 || musing #𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗦 𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗢𝗡 || musing #𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗛𝗟𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗡 || musing #❪ ☢ — 𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗷𝘂𝗾 — ooc ❫ #❪ ☢ — 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 — queue ❫

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dolores-agnelli​:

[ SMS 2356hrs > DOLORES < ] At this point I can’t tell if you’re screwing around or if you’re just

[ SMS 2356hrs > DOLORES < ] Actually this far up your own ass

[ SMS 2357hrs > DOLORES < ] Either way it’s rude to just let yourself into someone’s home so

[ SMS 2357hrs > OLSEN < ] i’m screwing around im not that stupid.

[ SMS 2358hrs > OLSEN < ] like don’t get me wrong im an idiot, but not THAT much of an idiot

[ SMS 0000hrs > OLSEN < ] oh look at the time :)

#dolores-agnelli #𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗬 𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡 || threads #𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗬 𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡 || verse: two

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dolores-agnelli​:

[ SMS 2345hrs > DOLORES < ] Would you believe you’re the first guest I’ve had here

[ SMS 2346hrs > DOLORES < ] At least I’ll probably never have worse company

[ SMS 2347hrs > DOLORES < ] So if you’re already inside what are you waiting for

[ SMS 2350hrs > OLSEN < ] why no company? :( that’s sad.

[ SMS 2351hrs > OLSEN < ] hey i take offense to that! i even wiped my boots on the rug :(

[ SMS 2353hrs > OLSEN < ] i like things to be meaningful :) i’m just waiting for the right moment :)

[ SMS 2355hrs > OLSEN < ] so, come here often? ;)

#𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗬 𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡 || threads #𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗬 𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡 || verse: two #dolores-agnelli #I SWEAR TO GOD I HATE HIM SO MUCH

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shipping board requests! ;; accepting

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#thanks tumblr for messing up the reblog >:( #𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗬 𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡 || aesthetic #𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗬 𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡 || ships #❪ ☢ — 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 — saved ❫ #ONCE AGAIN I LOVE THIS #naivefrenzy

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dolores-agnelli​:

Just like that, what would’ve been Dolores’ pick-me-up for the day shifted to become another anxiety. Inwardly, she sighed. Easy come, easy go.

Despite Danny’s cunning — how considerate of him to sympathize with a young woman’s distrust for male strangers — she was uneasy. His offers of help struck her as smiling demands, and she bristled at his presumptuously reaching hand. Ever-vigilant Dolores would’ve been most comfortable to flatly deny his assistance. However, the exhausting constancy of alarm bells ringing in her head had left her skeptical of them, and in the absence of any apparent or probable danger, she supposed she could at least pretend not to hear them.

There was a moment’s pause, wherein if Danny looked closely, he might’ve glimpsed the gears turning behind her darting eyes.

“Uh… well, if… if we could just walk to the bus stop?” Dolores slowly relinquished the bag that hung from her elbow, and pulled the other’s strap higher, onto her shoulder. “That’d help me a lot.”

Jed can’t help but notice the alarm that suddenly took hold of her face. Well, not so much her entire face but her eyes. He’d learned to pay close attention to that; especially with female targets. Something about their eyes was just so blissfully expressive. He can see her flinch back for just a moment; she’s hesitating and he can feel it. He gives a small nod, paying very close attention to every miniscule movement she made.

“Yeah, no problem at all!” he assures, giving a small smile and taking the load off of her arm. The bag is, as he’d expected, heavy as fuck. How she’d even been managing it on her own was baffling. He was a lanky guy, though. Maybe there was more strength to her than met the eye. “These are heavy,” he commented, not even feigning the struggle. “How were you even carrying all of these at once?”

#𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗬 𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡 || threads #𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗬 𝗝𝗢𝗛𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡 || verse: two #dolores-agnelli