my demons are chasing me and they're doing the naruto run. elias tapia. penned by cee
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knoxblake.
Blake felt like the other could easily be making fun of him if he tried hard enough to pay attention, but he wasn’t. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders. “Not sure — Uh… Chipmunk?” he asked, brows furrowing a little as he pushed his mind to catch up to his mouth. Staring down at the other, he made no movements to crouch down beside him. “What’s wrong with you? Get broken up with or something?”
‘ what d’you mean, not sure? oh, i get it. kinda tricky to figure out if they’re really aliens, huh. can’t be sure sometimes. ’ the ramble’s halfhearted, a ploy to keep the other’s attention a little while longer. while elias could be perfectly comfortable talking to himself in the back corner of a library, poring over a book that reeked of dust and mildew, conversations felt better suited when there was an actual other person to talk to. whatever apprehension he had at wondering off alone muted as he felt the other thud on the ground beside him. ‘ yeah, chipmunk. ’ the wry smile keeps to his face. even as a hand reaches to flick ash from the cigarette, the curve of his mouth refused to budge. ‘ feelin’ a bit slow tonight. not because i got, like, broken up with or anything. man, no way. just wasted. you know how scary it is to talk to guy- uh, girls sober? ’
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knoxblake.
“Are you wasted or do you need a software update?” he asked with a laugh of disbelief, amused grin left on his face as he watched the other attempt to register what he said. “Whatever, you know? We can have a conversation and completely make up what we’re talking about in our own heads It’s brilliant.”
a laugh catches in his throat, harsh when it echoes into the stagnant night air. ‘ uh, yeah, a software update might help. feeling a bit like a dell laptop right now. ’ as elias slid down the wall he took little notice of his jacket catching roughly on the bricks, settling with a thud at the edge of the pavement. ‘ now that, that made sense, ’ his voice is breathy against faraway traffic. a moment falls into silence as he wracks his brain for ideas, anything, anything to kill time. ‘ my head’s, uh, just on aliens. there’s a couple sites that track ‘em. ’ an absentminded hand fishes in his jean pocket for a spare smoke and a light. seconds later it’s there, caught between teeth and an exhale. ‘ you seen anythin’ funny like that? and uh, translate from chipmunk too, man. ’
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@lanajvmeson !
‘ can’t believe he ditched. ’ it’s a quiet sentiment, partly hushed beneath the tune of the supermarket’s commercial radio and the scuffle of a pop tarts box tossed into a ratty grocery bag. the thing’s riddled with holes, scuff marks from being stepped on with a grotty sneaker, the bag strap limp as it’s draped over his wrist. ‘ y’know, it’s not that late at night, is it? ’ elias gestures to the speaker booming above him. ‘ they’re still blasting britney spears. c’mon, man. ’ more words threaten to spill out and over his tongue and onto the floor. he wouldn’t talk to anyone else about this, and certainly not to gunner in a text filled to the brim with nail-biting suspense. a shiny bottle of sriracha along the aisle distracts him from the outpouring, squinting to read the marker scribbled over the price label. ‘ that’s, uh, kinda cheap. hey, lana, d’you think gunner really was tired when i asked him to go buy snacks? or he just didn’t wanna hang out with me? feel like i freak him out a little. ’
#in character.#&. lana.#tht gif is jst . the face he makes whenever he's tryin to play it cool thinkin abt his messy love life
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knoxblake.
“Shhhhhhhh…” Blake whispered in the ear of the person next to him who was in the middle of speaking, likely telling a story Blake wasn’t listening to at all. “I am very high.”
‘ huh? ’ the words don’t register quick enough. he’d become distracted by creeping ivy that scaled the wall he leaned against, tickling a cheek moments before turning to blake. ‘ oh, man, yeah, i get you, i get you. i’m real wasted. kinda sounds like you’re talking to me in uh, alvin chipmunk or whatever. nada. nothin’. ’
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aint no condoms in my wallet girl those are ramen noodle flavor packets
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Bigfoot is NOT fake
She is kind and giving and my friend. I will protect her. Once she brought me a handful of leaves and smooth river stones and i said, thank you ..
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📱 gunner.
gunner: ya agreed
gunner: she has a lot of rats that're actually pretty cute
gunner: i got into a fight a few months ago and she laid them on me for protection like i was their king and they were my loyal guards
gunner: im below average height too i dont think i look particularly tim burton-esque
gunner: [...]
gunner: its your eyes and mouth
gunner: they're really big
elias: rat. art. same thing !
elias: they will heal you, that's the thing. creature comfort
elias: no u look more like linguini from ratatouille. a pixar character.
elias: [...]
elias: guess its ur eyes and mouth too
elias: all u need is a chef's hat and one of philly's rats now
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@scige !
‘ listen, this is like, risky business. ’ hands curled around the wire fence, the toe of elias’ sneaker catches it in a wobble. after a moment or two of struggling to climb atop it he nearly fell back, his pride saved only by an instinctive free leg out to stop him stumbling into the patch of dry grass growing along the fence line. ‘ see? that just proves my point. can never be too careful. ’ beyond them lay an old house, front door rickety and off its hinges. it’s less of a haunted place and more something of funny curiosity, the peeling paint weatherboards marked by graffiti. names, cartoonish faces, bright colours. he’d considered painting his name there once or twice, if not for the lingering fear of being caught. eventually, elias catches his breath, straightening his beanie and the jacket hiked halfway up his torso. ‘ did’ja bring that disposable camera? if this is the prime spot for ufo watching, we gotta have photo evidence to back us up. ’
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📱 gunner.
gunner: i live with levi and philomena
gunner: phil’s the one who gave me the cat
gunner: she’s um really pretty has brown hair and big blue eyes? if that jogs your memory
gunner: [...]
gunner: god that movie freaked me out as a kid
gunner: i always thought tim burton directed it
gunner: like you kinda remind me of a tim burton character so mentioning chicken run is making me astral project
gunner: [...]
gunner: not in a bad way though tim burton movies are good
gunner: [...]
gunner: oh ok
gunner: you don’t have to do that
elias: phil likes ufos shes cool
elias: do i look like a tim burton character because i'm below average height or wat
elias: is that my legacy, gunner? i look like a tim burton character?
elias: [...]
elias: fuck its the beanie isn't it
elias: [...]
elias: thats cool tho. thanks.
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rosasamuels.
With an eyepatch covering up her left eye, Rosa’s depth perception wasn’t the best even when both were working perfectly. It didn’t help that she’d already had a few glasses of wine, a lightweight as it was. “Excuse me, pardon me, blind person coming through,” she mumbled, pushing through the bustling crowd of the welcoming party a few of the west coast Lockwood students had put together. Managing to take a few steps out of the crowded living room, Rosa all but ran someone down when she wasn’t paying attention - apparently, she’d thought she was home free all too soon. Red wine immediately splashed all over herself and the other person, causing her to gawk awkwardly for a few seconds, “Oh… fuck. God - sorry. Uh, wet t-shirt contest, anyone?”
it’s all a blur. the wallpaper in the living room, the strobe of lights as towering jocks crowd about the light missing its cover like moths to a flame. beneath him the carpet’s melded into something indiscernible. he can’t see his feet despite being clad in scuffed white sneakers, frayed jeans high above his ankles. yousef, nowhere to be seen now, had arrived as quickly as he’d disappeared once more with a mystery drink shoved into his hand. well beyond tasting it, he gulped it down over two songs and went on his way, a shoulder bumping here or there into faces that recognised elias but gave no familiarity for him. ‘ hold on, where- where’s the blind person? ’ a second too late, they’re found a split second after there’s red wine splattered across his front. ‘ oh, oh man, ’ his face cracked with a grin, the stain on his jeans is barely registered. ‘ you look like a pirate. a pirate who, uh, wrecked my sneakers. these were my favourite pair, man. ’
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📱 gunner.
gunner: you can come visit her whenever
gunner: my cat not my roommate
gunner: [...]
gunner: you can visit my roommate too if you want i’m not your dictator or whatever
gunner: [...]
gunner: oh no it’s okay
gunner: sorry i didn’t mean to make it weird or whatever
gunner: [...]
gunner: sorry i don’t know that song /:
elias: whos ur roommate is it someone new do i know them
elias: i'm not allergic so i'll take that offer sometime
elias: [...]
elias: it's not weird your knee is normal
elias: i'd only really make fun of u if ur legs looked like those from chicken run
elias: [...]
elias: i'll call in and make a shoutout to u on the school radio for rasputin
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📱 gunner.
gunner: my roommate gave her to me for my bday
gunner: the cat and a lot of stolen claritin
gunner: she’s orange
gunner: i thought you’ve been to mine before but maybe not idk
gunner: [...]
gunner: oh ok
gunner: sorry i said sorry a lot i panicked
gunner: [...]
gunner: i don’t know who boney m is
gunner: sorry about the knee
elias: ooh ginger cat
elias: at least ur roommate was smart about it
elias: [...]
elias: no u dont have to apologise, sorry for making u panic
elias: [...]
elias: ra ra rasputin ? thats the Song
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📱 gunner.
gunner: ok that’s not too bad
gunner: i’m allergic to my cat so i was worried
gunner: you met her right? she’s really cute i promise she didn’t mean to scratch me
gunner: [...]
gunner: oh actually?
gunner: [...]
gunner: god sorry that’s rly awkward i didn’t meant to
gunner: sorry i was just asking for an opinion
gunner: hope i didn’t make you feel weird sorry
elias: ur allergic but have a cat anyway. chivalrous
elias: maybe? what colour is she
elias: [...]
elias: no way i'm kidding u dont need to say sorry
elias: [...]
elias: just a skinny knee.
elias: boney m's long lost fifth member
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📱 gunner.
gunner: ok come on it’s not that gross
gunner: is it
gunner: is it infected is it that bad
gunner: [...]
gunner: stop u cant actually see my ass
gunner: [...]
gunner: can you
elias: on a scale to 10 its like a 6.5 maybe
elias: cats have gross stuff on their claws its easy to get infections. not a big deal
elias: [...]
elias: just a widdle bit peeking in from the corner
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📱 gunner.
gunner: idk if webmd is needed
gunner: [...]
gunner: is this a joke or
gunner: am i gonna die
elias: webmd says u will die whatever happens and its never gotten it wrong
elias: no it just looks gross
elias: cat scratch disease or whatever its called. grab some dettol and call it a day
elias: how did u get a scratch on ur ass tho?
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