ask me shit.
about me.
camping, anyone?
pictures of myself.

 fuckwad(s).

molly-alison:

Molly felt her fingers tingle when Noah placed her hands around his neck. She caught her breath when he began to sing, shocked by both his voice and the song he was singing. Smiling slightly, she looked up at Noah through her lashes. “Beautiful,” she murmured when he’d finished his song.

“Thank you, chica,” he said, deciding to switch languages. Though he’d learned them for a very different purpose, it was nice to know them when it came to speaking to a pretty girl. “I try.”

Reluctantly, he let go of her, not wanting to seem like he wanted her too much. “I see I got a smile back,” he said, leaning down into her line of vision and grinning as he poked her cheek. 

molly-alison:

Molly smiled as Noah pulled her to her feet. Looking pointedly at his chest, she giggled. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Her stomach did some kind of weird flipping thing when he spoke to her in Italian, and she smiled. “Mio caro. It sounds like a nice thing to call a person, but with my luck it means poohead,” she laughed. “We’re going to dance?” she asked incredulously. “You’re gonna dance with me?” Oh yeah, she thought to herself. Noah Flynn was definitely the kind of guy she could get used to having around.

Noah shrugged. “Do I need a shirt to dance? I think not.” 

Mio caro, actually means ‘my dear’. And yes, we are going to dance. I’m going to put my hands here—” he put his hands on her hips, “and yours go here—” he used one hand to bring hers up around his neck, “and then here we are. And now, we dance.” With a smirk, he began to sing. He knew he didn’t sing very well, and never outside of the shower, but that didn’t matter. It’d make her laugh, at least.

If it hurts this much then it must be love,

And it’s a lottery, I can’t wait to draw your name,
Oh, I’m trying to get to you but time isn’t on my side,
If the truth’s the worst I can do then I guess that I have lied,

Keeping me awake, it’s been like this now for days,
My heart is out at sea, my head all over the place,
I’m losing sense of time and everything tastes the same,
I’ll be home in a day, I fear that’s a month too late,

That night I slept on your side of the bed,
So it was ready when you got home,
We’re like noughts and crosses,
In that opposites always attract,

You’ve taken me to the top and let me fall back south,
You’ve had me at the top of the pile and then had me kissing the ground,
We’ve heard and seen it all, no one’s talked us out,
The problems that have come haven’t yet torn us down,

Am I keeping you awake? If I am then just say,
You can make your own decisions, you can make your own mistakes,
I’ll live and let die all the promises you made,
But if you lie another time it’ll be a lie that’s too late,

That night I slept on your side of the bed,
So it was ready when you got home,
We’re like noughts and crosses,
In that opposites always attract,

You always have your way,
For now it’s too soon for you to say will we be always, always,
You always have your way,
For now it’s too soon for you to say will we be always, always,

You always have your way,
For now it’s too soon for you to say will we be always, always,
You always have your way,
For now it’s too soon for you to say will we be always, always, always,

You always have your way,
For now it’s too soon for you to say will we be always, always,
You’ve had your way, you’ve had your way,
You’ve had your way.”

molly-alison:

Okay ignore the random dude that’s been photoshopped on top of my picture. I like this picture of me.

molly-alison:

Okay ignore the random dude that’s been photoshopped on top of my picture. I like this picture of me.

ohai

ohai

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molly-alison:

Molly pulled her lower lip between her teeth as she thought about what Noah was saying. Maybe he was right. She wanted him to be right, at any rate. She looked him in the eye, surprised by the gentleness she seen. “I think I could do that,” she finally said quietly.

Noah grinned. “Fabulous,” he said, getting to his feet and pulling her up with him. “And now, if you would be so kind, mio caro, instead of going in the jacuzzi; we’re going to dance.” He just wanted her to cheer up. After all, she did know about Jake; he figured he could be a sap, just this once, and sing a pretty song to a pretty girl and dance with her for a moment so she didn’t feel bad any longer.

this has nothing to do with the rp or anything besides my FC but i am CRYING dslkfjadohymgodhd 

this has nothing to do with the rp or anything besides my FC but i am CRYING dslkfjadohymgodhd 

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molly-alison:

Molly smiled once again as Noah talked about Jake. She liked the voice he took on when the little boy was mentioned- It was softer, sweeter. It re-enforced her belief that Noah was a good guy underneath his bravado. Hearing his story, she shook her head slightly and laughed. 

She looked up at Noah now, feeling extremely vulnerable. She was scared. Not of him, but of what he was saying. She hadn’t been herself in so long that she felt like she forgot who that even was. She took a deep breath before talking. “I don’t… I don’t know how to do that. I know that sounds so fucked up and ridiculous because who forgets how to be themselves, right? But I do. I don’t remember Molly Alison who didn’t get in trouble and show up late to class every day and interfere with people’s lives. I mean, I’ve always kind of been a bitch. I’ve always been sarcastic and confident and head-strong. But all the other stuff.. I don’t know where it came from or how to make it go away.”

Noah shrugged. “I don’t mean be her, exactly. I mean be you, you know? Like, if you’re a head strong, sarcastic, confident girl who reads a lot and likes to go to school, then that’s cool. You can be both, you know? Just be whatever you feel like and don’t give a fuck. You’re Molly, I’m Noah, everyone else can deal with that.” 

thingschangefriendsleave:

you me at six!

i thought of jesher omfg kill me lasjfsdkfljsd

thingschangefriendsleave:

you me at six!

i thought of jesher omfg kill me lasjfsdkfljsd

Oh, Josh. I love you and your British fucking teeth. 

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