#pnkb1tch

[tartt9]

@pnkb1tch asked //

‘it’s  you  that  i  came  for .’ [ from here ! ]

Well, isn't that a pleasant surprise? Jamie's lips curl up into a grin, a cocky smile rising, a mirror of an old expression he's grown out of, made anew. "Oh, yeah?" he asks, his eyes running over Arlo's body in a way that couldn't be described as subtle in the slightest. "Big man Arlo Thompson, coming all the way to Richmond to watch me play?" Jamie can't help himself - when one of the biggest movie stars in the world is asking after you and you specifically, well, it makes your ego grow, doesn't it? Makes you feel special. "Well, I'm Jamie, but you already knew that, didn't you?"

#pnkb1tch #answered ! #first meeting? first meeting.

[metalsiren-a]

PROMPTS FOR YEARNING, LOTS OF YEARNING… // ACCEPTING .

                        ——  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬  𝐧𝐨  𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐢𝐭  𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞  𝐬𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫  𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬  𝐡𝐢𝐦,  a  hideout  the  two  of  them  made  all  their  own  throughout  their  childhood;  a  sanctuary,  tucked  away  from  the  pompous  events  that  his  parents  hosted  rather  frequently.  it's  quiet,  holding  a  small  corner  of  the  earth  that  is  all  their  own.  she's  sure  not  even  giselle  has  even  seen  this  sacred  place;  maybe  sawyer  shouldn't  feel  smug  about  that,  yet  the  feeling  remains  as  a  lingering  blemish  in  her  being,  a  vice  she's  struggled  with  all  her  life.  but  it's  not  about  her,  not  right  now.  there's  a  reason  she's  sought  arlo  out,  a  reason  she  treks  through  the  acreage  on  the  thompson  estate  to  the  small  cottage  quarters  at  the  back  of  the  lot.  it's  a  little  decrepit,  but  it's  been  a  while  since  the  two  of  them  spent  any  time  sprucing  it  up  like  they  used  to  every  summer.

                              there  are  lights  on  inside  and  sawyer  finds  it  amusing  that  the  thompsons  still  paid  for  the electricity  (  or  maybe  they  just  don't  notice  where  that  money  goes  ).  pulling  the  door  open,  obvious  footsteps  make  their  way  through  the  threshold  and  towards  the  figure  that's  sat  itself  on  the  couch.  he  doesn't  even  need  to  look  to  know  it's  her,  she's  sure,  and  thus  takes  a  seat  at  his  side  in  silence.  their  extensive  text  conversation  prior  to  her  search  for  him  tells  her  to  simply  sit  and  listen;  that  is,  if  he  even  wants  to  talk  about  it. 

@pnkb1tch : ❛  how am i supposed to do this without you? i can't. ❜

                              faux  offense  etches  into  her  features  as  she  lets  her  attention  fall  on  him,  hands  clasped  in  her  lap  as  her  head  tilts  and  her  chin  lifts  up  to  morph  her  lips  to  purse,  ❛  well  . . .  the  good  news — ❜  she  leans  towards  him,  shoulders  lifting  as  her  eyes  shift  their  attention  up  and  off  to  the  side  of  the  ceiling.  not  a  moment  after  does  she  relax  her  shoulders  and  her  eyes  find  his  face.  she's  fully  leaning  against  him  now,  shoulder  to  shoulder  as  her  hand  reaches  out  to  rest  on  his  thigh,  patting  it  a  few  times,  ❛�� is  that  y'don't  have  to. ❜  her  tone  is  low,  still  holding  a  sense  of  teasing within  it  as  her  lips  pull  into  a  soft  grin.

                              there's  nothing  she  wants  more  than  to  reassure  him,  having  seen  the  way  the  tabloids  have  tried  to  spin  the  story  of  his  newly  ended  relationship. it's  ruthless,  demeaning  and  brutal  how  they  talk  about  him  and  giselle,  sawyer  feeling  fiercly  protective  of  both  parties  involved,  but  arlo  taking  priority  always,  ❛  i'm  right  here,  okay? ❜ 

#pnkb1tch #I HOPE THIS IS OKAY OMG #° 𝔡𝔶𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔠 ; ♡ arlo + sawyer. #° 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢 ; ✞ famous.

[ratkiing-a]

@pnkb1tch / starter call.

"dude like ... like what are you even saying to me right now !?" voice raises in pitch, and his shoulders roll back ( he might be over reacting, just a little bit ).

#pnkb1tch #interactions. #verse tbd. #this is so vague pls lemmie know if you want something else <3

[publicabsent]

@pnkb1tch. / continued.

she's tired. she's always tired, sure, but she's felt so observed the past few days. arlo isn't bad company, per se, but she feels as if she's a creature under observation rather than a person. he'd found her on accident, bringing little things to the ghosts of the cemetery to keep them from menacing the groundskeepers & nearby houses. after all, they're still just people. they want some sort of connection, even if they can't have it. (she understands that far more than even she knows.) selflessness has always been her strongest motivation.

there was an old man, rather unpleasant fellow, who'd perhaps been less than satisfied with her offer of conversation & trinkets. he'd gone on some unseen tirade about how he doesn't need any charity, or any help, especially not from her. the venom in his tone sapped what little energy she had left, the spectre of the man vanishing with the approaching steps of her living companion.

she's taken great care to keep a physical distance from arlo, more for his sake than hers, but she's so tired. annette's set her head against his shoulder before she realizes it. & then he wraps an arm around her, & she relaxes. maybe this is safer, after all, with someone else there. she closes her eyes for just a moment, jumping slightly when he pushes curls from her face. "m-m-m'f-fine ... ti - tir-red. h-he, um." referring to the ghost she knows he couldn't see. "s-sai - said he d-d-didn-n't w-want my, um. p-pity." a small shrug. nothing she isn't used to.

#pnkb1tch #✽ ➝ verse 001. ❜ #shes so eepy ...

[allroundher]

@pnkb1tch. call.

ㅤShe looks insufferable and is keenly aware of it. Penny had sworn she'd never become a sunglasses indoors person, but that was before Kit Wallace had hit her in the face with a cricket ball. Now she's peering at Arlo over the top of her sungigs and, after a moment, pushing them back up her face with a grimace.

ㅤ“ Does it look bad still? ” she asks. That's desperation, that. The answer is so obviously oh, yeah, real bad, why are you showing your face in public. But miracles have been known to happen even to northerners and she's holding out hope that today's her day.

#pnkb1tch #thread. #ve. main. #pnkb1tch. 01. #i hope this works! i'm kind of running w/ the vague connection of 'oh well penny dated an actress once i guess' to let them maybe know each #other but i can also work it into them having just met if you want #but lmk if you want something else lol

[mcmorare]

@pnkb1tch, continued from here.

Darling? Oh, this guy clearly thinks he's charming. Maybe some people fall for it - a few cute words in an accent, sure, there's a type of person who thinks that's charming. Katrina is the kind of person who takes a stranger calling her a pet name with a scoff and a raised brow, if not a quick retort. It was either a sign of guts or stupidity to talk to authorities like that. She knows that firsthand. 

She watches with crossed arms as he takes care of the two creatures, taking a mental check of the weapons on her person just in case. Admittedly, he does have skill - a bit of training and refining could do him some good, but skill nonetheless. Not that she’s going to say that out loud and feed into his already almost annoyingly confident demeanor. (As if she hadn’t gotten too cocky many times herself.) 

“Alright, so what do you want me to do about it?” she says, her tone nearly deadpan. “Are you trying to book a SHIELD audition or something?”

#pnkb1tch #flirty confident dumbass meet angry confident dumbass lol

[violenthunted]

a dirty rag is pressed against his forearm to disloge the soot & oil from all the work he just did on the dude's car. he isn't even paid to do that anymore -- left it all in henrietta, with the trailer park and the forest. hasn't really thought about mechanics and dirt ever since he got to harvard. but the poor dude and his too-expensive car broke down next to adam's bike and he couldn't just leave him on the side of the road, right? or maybe he could. maybe the new adam is the kind of person who sees bad luck and shrugs it away, already biking to wherever he's supposed to go. he doesn't know. hasn't really had the opportunity to figure it out yet. old habits die hard.

"you from around here?" he asks, because he feels like the silence has stretched too much to be natural or comfortable, and without the hood to keep him from @pnkb1tch's gaze, he feels much less confident in his ability to just ignore the owner of the very expensive, very brand new car. "i think i fixed the issue, but you're gonna want to change that part." he points, long lean finger touching the top of what he's talking about, "or you're not gonna be able to drive for long." he shrugs, like it's all he can offer, and honestly it is : he's not much of a talker. so he lowers the hood, puts the dirty rag back in his backpack, and starts walking toward his bike only to stop. he doesn't know the procedure there : does he say goodbye? good luck? fuck if he knows. thing is, he's sure he's seen that man somewhere. "hey, you don't happen to go to harvard, do you?"

#pnkb1tch #writings. #adam parrish. #please consider adam who has No Idea who arlo is cause he couldnt watch tv or go to the movies

[reducts]

𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐎𝐍 . ( ft . @pnkb1tch ) : ‘ᶤ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵏ ʷᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵐᵉᵃᶰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᶠᶤᶰᵈ ᵉᵃᶜʰ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ’

ˢʰᵃˡˡᵒʷ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶤᶰ , even smaller exhale at the way arlo's lips 𝑔𝘩𝑜𝑠𝑡 against his own ... so close , wanting & needing as their bodies come closer . milo finding himself hanging onto each word that arlo speaks into the intense silence . ( ᶜᵃᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉᶰ ʰᶤˢ ᵃʳᵐˢ , he has you in his grips & you don't mind it . finding safety within the other's eyes ― ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ slowly through months of cat & mouse . finally , finally , 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 . ) ᵍᵉᶰᵗˡᵉ , barely there touch of fingertips feeling upon arlo's scalp ... gaze distracted by the way almost - lover's hair curls around finger , a 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 within gut ; wanting to be fanned & added to by the other . 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 presses to other's chest ... as if in warning ; get closer at your own risk . ❝  are you going to kiss me , arlo ?  ❞

#i needed them 2 kiss after not lettin them kiss in the dms #pnkb1tch

[tartt9]

@pnkb1tch asked //

❛ we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk. ❜

Jamie almost laughed at that. With his hands between his legs, his fingernails of his left hand picking at the calluses of his right, he kept his head bowed. "I'm Jamie fucking Tartt," he replied, as if that was an answer to his statement. "I don't know how to shut the fuck up." All in all, it had just been one of those days. Training went poorly, he was waiting for texts that he knew would haunt him when they came, but he was still looking forward to nonetheless [ why did Jamie want to hear from that wanker so fucking badly? ]. "It's just been a day and a half, Arlo Thompson. You ever make shit decisions that you know're shit decisions as soon as you make 'em? And then you're sat there, waiting for the consequences of your shit decisions to hit you in the face, but they haven't hit you in the face yet, so. It's just. Fucking. Waiting? That's what today's been like for me."

[ from here ! ]

#pnkb1tch #3 am meme answer who's to say how good this is !!!!

[metalsiren-a]

☆ star signifying that ur one of my faves sans the cringe copypasta. i love u and sawyer, two of my absolute faves. i feel lucky to call u a mutual and friend 🫶

RANDOM INBOX LOVE + 🐝  *  ―  send ✨ or ( ‘SPARKLE’ ) and i’ll tell you at least one thing i like most about you, your blog, your portrayal, or your muse. // @pnkb1tch + ACCEPTING.

RONNIE!! listen, we've only been mutuals for a hot minute but i'm already in love with what we got goin' on ok! you are so energetic and fun to talk to but alsooooo i'm so excited for our little angst train we got on the tracks that is gong full speed ahead to pain station ok!!! arlo and giselle? sawyer is a lucky laddyyyyy!!!! im so stoked to know you better and flesh out some more plots with you!

#pnkb1tch #RONNIE YOU STOP IT RN #STOP BEING AWESOME #° 𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔞𝔲𝔫𝔱 ; ✞ ooc.

[publicabsent]

@pnkb1tch: “i’m gonna get you out of here.” / accepting.

it's what she gets for wandering off, she supposes. debris flies around the room, a ghost only she can hear screaming & hurling insults as viciously as the pieces of wood & brick & trash. annette had enough volume for one good scream before a small chunk of wood struck her face, leaving the left side of her nose & mouth bruised & bleeding. by the time she hears living footsteps, she's curled into a corner like it's a tornado drill -- knees tucked to her forehead, arms covering the back of her skull, folded neater than a napkin. through her stutter & her panicked breath, she's muttering a constant stream of make it stop, make it stop, make it stop --

whether by sheer luck, or maybe her insistence upon his carrying a silver charm, or maybe just it wasn't fun for the spirit anymore, it all stops as quickly as it had begun. annette doesn't lift her head until he speaks, only barely peering her eyes over her knees. wide eyes look behind him, around the area, spine pressed against the wall. the coast is clear, & she can only imagine how pathetic she looks. thin limbs unfurl, breathing calmer but wheezing. (a side effect of both her panic & the dust.) warm, sticky blood flows -- slowly but surely -- down from her nose to her chin, & she fights the urge to sniffle.

"i c -- i c-ca - can-n't g ... g-go h-h-hom-me. i-i --" tears well up in her eyes. he may have thought she was some sort of expert, but disappointingly, she only knows so much by trial & error. the makeup-covered scars are lessons. "i d - i d-don' - don' w-wann-n-na g-get ... get b-blood on ... on you ..."

#pnkb1tch #✽ ➝ answered. ❜ #✽ ➝ verse 001. ❜ #blood ment / #blood / #hey :) remember legally u can't be mad

[nadinehunt]

❝ you think you know me, huh? ❞

@pnkb1tch

"i mean, i'm not gonna claim to like, know you specifically, but you're not like. unique, or anything." it ends up being more of a dig than they directly mean it to be, tone not hitting the right way. not that they're apologizing. nadine has been around the block a few times, met plenty of different people. he might be the most famous, but does that really change anything?

"it's like, cool if everyone else thinks you're like, the bees knees, or whatever, but i don't have to. does that bother you, or some shit? that i feel kind of indifferent about you?"

#nadine is lying they r not indifferent. they find him annoying #absolutely crying abt these two. they r both SO dramatic #pnkb1tch #& ㅤ * ㅤ met you in a dream ㅤ ╰ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ main au.

[kennergy]

                                                   expression growing exponentially dire, annoyed. a smile as pearly white as freshly fallen snow now blocked out by a frown. ; ken, of course, was a lover &. not a fighter. until he had to be a fighter, and he never really wanted to be a fighter. the insult at first rolled off of him, steamed milk to a cappuccino. he never really let things bother him. until he did, and then they would really bother him. rinse &. repeat.

                                                   " — well that's . . . not very nice. i mean. i don't even know what i said to warrant THAT. "

♡ . @pnkb1tch sent. . . . i did just call you a jackass. / ocean's eleven.

#his feelings are hurt he's a little milk webkinz of a guy. #* ♡ . v. 1. ( main. ) #* ♡ . interactions. + pnkb1tch. #pnkb1tch

[yeschhef]

PROMPT:      how’d  you  get  good  at  this? SENT BY:      @pnkb1tch SOURCE:      the  bear  sentence  starters.

＂      I  DON’T  KNOW.      —      PRACTICE.      ＂      one  shoulder  lifts  in  a  half  shrug,    as  well  as  rolling  out  the  𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞  𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭  that  comes  with  being  complimented.      carmen  has  never  been  particularly  good  at  accepting  𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎.      partly  because  it’s  rarely  offered,    but  mostly  because  it’s  impossible  for  that  pesky  lack  of  self  -  worth  to  believe.      tongue  wets  lower  lip  and  eyes  momentarily  glance  down  at  the  sandwich  he’s  served  up,    wondering  if  it’s  really  that  good  or  if  the  other  is  just  being  𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀.      hard  to  tell.      ＂      i  had  this  boss  in  new  york.      he  was,    uh.      —      𝘩𝘦  𝘸𝘢𝘴  𝘢  𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳,    but  he  knew  his  shit.      taught  me  a  lot.      ＂      he  looks  back  up  then,    offering  tired      (    but  at  least  an  attempt  at  genuine    )      smile.      there’s  been  a  bustle  in  the  kitchen  since  arlo  walked  in,    face  𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎  to  some,    while  remaining  completely  unfamiliar  to  someone  as  outta  touch  with  modern  society  as  carmy  berzatto.      ＂      so  you’re,    um.      my  sous  chef  mentioned  you’re      .  .  .      ＂      now  that  he’s  talking,    he  can’t  actually  remember  𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁  sid  said,    nose  wrinkling  awkwardly.      ＂      shit.      ＂

#pnkb1tch #carmy having a celebrity in the restaurant #and being completely oblivious just felt #very On Brand #also hi obsessed with ur blog #out of character. ⸻ answered meme. #in character. ⸻ conversations. #universes. ⸻ verse number.

[reducts]

𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑶 𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑺𝑶𝑵 . ( ft . @pnkb1tch ) : “ʸᵒᵘ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵐᵉ˒ ʷᵉ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵗᵉᵃᵐˑ”

ᵏᶰᵘᶜᵏˡᵉˢ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶰ ʰᶤᵖˢ ― surveying the work their hands have done , chairs 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑦 stacked beside perfectly slotted together tables in the corner of the room , 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑙𝑙 up for whatever dance class followed this nartocics anonymous meeting . ❝  𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨 . that was record time gettin' the shit away . you didn't have to stay around , though . ❞ ah , i̶t̶ c̶o̶m̶e̶s̶ e̶a̶s̶i̶l̶y̶ ; the highlight of independence . ( shake off the discomfort of help , the way it sits heavy upon your chest ; already 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 to level the playing field , unwilling to end this day owing arlo anything . ) turning on heels to land gaze upon the other ; ᴅɪɢɢɪɴɢ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ into tender flesh of cheek as ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡᶤˢᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ dawns upon him that any extra time spent with the star felt like 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 for himself ; 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 & tied with selfishness ; who really owes who ? ❝  let me buy you a coffee ― ? show my gratitude .  ❞

#pnkb1tch #DONT LOOK AT ME ACTUALLLY!

[tartt9]

@pnkb1tch [ sc! ]

Playing an open mic always gave Jamie the feeling of being back where he came from. Back in Manchester, in those coffee shops and bars with their low lighting, one of dozens of Mancunian boys with guitars and big dreams. Not that Jamie's much further from there now - but London is about as far from Manchester as Jamie has ever been. He's playing smaller venues, but smaller venues with stages and lights and his name on the marquee. It's fucking surreal, isn't it? If you Googled Jamie's name even a handful of years ago, nothing would come up. Now, there's his website, with links to buy tickets, and a fucking Wikipedia page with his name on it. Bizarre, isn't it, how things work out?

The lights on stage are fucking hot. When Jamie finally exits stage left after the show, his beloved guitar still in hand [ with no offense to the people that the venue hired to handle equipment, Jamie doesn't trust anyone else to handle Georgie's old instrument ], he can feel sweat dripping down his forehead. He hasn't been sweaty like this since his days of playing street football with his mates. His manager pulls him aside, telling him that there's somebody who he ought to speak to, so he gives them a gesture of go ahead; he'll follow behind after setting down the guitar on a stand nearby.

"Oh, fuck-" Jamie exclaims when he sees who the somebody is. "You're Arlo fucking Thompson, fuckin' hell- I - hi, I'm Jamie. Big fan. Huge fan, honestly."

#pnkb1tch #verse: i'm sound ! #ggs you get musician jamie bc i thought that would be fun with arlo #i could not handle the pressure of “and i'll make an arlo verse to match” without first rambling in your dms alfsjaslfjas #but we can def ramble @ each other later and come up with matching verses it will make me so :')