#euphoria HBO

[heartshapelocket]

“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

me when im slightly interested in someone:

[s9fti3]

‘I can fix him!!’

Him in question;

[carm3n-carm3n]

happy new year bitches!!

[zanephillips]

BROCK O'HURN Euphoria 2.02 "Out of Touch"

[asoftepiloguemylove]

"I HATE EVERYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD BUT YOU." // RUE AND JULES

Gigi Perez Sailor Song // Euphoria (2019-) cr. Sam Levinson // Virginia Woolf in a letter to Lytton Strachey dated 8 September 1925 // Alethea Spark // Euphoria (2019-) cr. Sam Levinson // unknown // Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros Home // Dodie She // Beau Taplin // Euphoria (2019-) cr. Sam Levinson // Rudy Francisco // Hannibal (2013-2015) "Secondo" dir. Vincenzo Natali // Euphoria (2019-) cr. Sam Levinson // Portrait de la jeune fille en feu Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma

[m0tel6mxzzy]

maddy perez’s bedroom

[hotandfunnywomen]

Girls of Euphoria: Zendaya, Hunter Schafer, Alexa Demie, and Sydney Sweeney

[k-wame]

JACOB ELORDI The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon (11.01.2022)

[runawayolives]

So for baby daddy Nate: when they are older and married reader can't handle anymore and they both fight she ask for divorce but the kid hear it.? Hope you write about this.

This isn't canon, I think.

This belongs to Baby Daddy.

"I think we should get a divorce."

"What?"

"I said that I think we should get a divorce."

"I heard you the first time."

The Jacobs' household was soaked in silence, the two young adults in the kitchen after setting their kid to bed. Nate was sitting on the armchair near the kitchen island, while she was cleaning the remaining of dinner. He stood up, walking towards his wife, invading her personal space.

"Can I know where this is coming from?" The faucet had been dripping for a bit, probably because it knew breaking the silence was its new task.

"I don't think we need to be married." Her hand was gripping a damp towel, hyper-focusing in a little circle of coffee from that morning. "We aren't a married couple, we're just two adults living in a house and raising a child."

"Who's fault is that?"

"Don't blame me." The circle was finally gone. "You were the one who married a woman who never wanted you." Their eyes met for the fist time since they put their child to bed.

"Don't say that shit."

"Mommy? Daddy? I'm thirsty." Both young adults turned around to look at the small figure standing by the hallway. The way they were gripping the doorway and their half hidden body proved that the child had been there for longer.

"Mommy will get you some." Quickly she turned around to fill a plastic cup with water. "Here hon. Do you need help going back to bed?"

"I want daddy to do it." Those big brown eyes were too hard to deny, making Nate walk forward.

"Come on, Jojo, I'll read you another story." He lifted his child to his hip, somehow still dwarfing the child, as if they hadn't grown since they were still a baby.

"Goodnight mommy."

"Goodnight, baby."

The staircase was full of picture frames of the young family, at the park, the zoo, on christmas. Endless memories that his stupid wife wanted to throw away because she was a quitter and a coward.

"What were you and mommy talking about?"

"Nothing you have to worry about."

"You were mad. Is mommy in trouble? Should she sit on the step?" Jojo was the most terrifying child Nate had ever met. The big eyes, the big cheeks and their calm nature made them look like a small victorian child that had seen too much. Jojo had a normal childhood, two parents that loved them, friends, and two set of grandparents that spoiled the kid a bit too much. Normal, very normal child.

Nate thought all the weird things that came out of Jojo were her fault. She burdened their child, he knew it. Jojo played like any other kid, Jojo had the same taste buds as any other kid. But Jojo asked uncomfortable questions and would stare at you for a bit too long, as if the five year-old was trying to figure you out.

She spent too much time raising the child, got bored because she's a stupid selfish bitch and decided to treat Jojo like an adult. Too many books, too many paintings and too many museums.

Jojo loved their mom, and Nate was envious. Not because Jojo didn't love Nate, but because looking at them proved what relationships between mother and child could be. Martha hadn't been present, she was home, and she picked him up from school, but his dad was the one in charge of raising him.

Seeing Jojo and Y/N somehow was the Universe or whatever entity rubbing it his face. You had the potential for having this, but you didn't.

The white walls of his kid's room were covered in little scribbles on the wall, something they hadn't bothered in correcting as long as it was only in these walls. The dinosaur lamp was still on, spreading the room in the light green light. Some story books were laying on the ground, and some books. Original versions of classics such as Little Women and To kill a mockingbird laid besides The very humgry caterpillar and The Giving tree.

During the walk up and the small back rubs Nate was giving Jojo, the five-year old had fallen asleep, long eyelashes tickling their cheeks. The toddler was set on the brand new ocean life bed sheets, their latest obsession, and immediately started hugging the handmade-crochet whale they had made with their mom's help.

After setting the kid to sleep and kissing their small forehead, Nate went downstairs. His wife was were he left her, this time with a mug between her hands.

"If you think I'll give you a divorce and let you separate me from my son, you're way stupider than I thought."

[bumblesimagines]

look, the sex is great, but i don't want to get involved.

i don't feel that way about you.

Maddy Perez

look, the sex is great, but i don't want to get involved.

i don't feel that way about you.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

As much as he hated admitting it, house parties weren't a complete waste of time. Sure, half the time the only way to have fun was drinking until you were comatose and praying nobody caught the embarrassing moments on camera, but at least they were a good way at meeting others. (Y/N) merely had to wait for the party to really begin once everyone had a bit of alcohol or weed or harder shit in their system and were screaming the lyrics to whatever song the host put on, most often from a hip hop playlist full of songs about gangbanging or doing drugs put together by a suburban white kid who'd only ever touched weed once in their life. Sometimes, he'd wait around for Maddy and her posse to show up, wait a couple mintues while she pretended he didn't exist until the party bored her and she dragged him someplace private, but (Y/N) wanted to spice things up. After all, his father had always told him that 'men eventually get bored of eating the same meal everyday'. 

So, after scoping out the scene at the little house party some random classmate had thrown, (Y/N) found himself being approached by a pretty redhead he vaguely recognized from 3rd period English class and only had to take a few sips of the spiked punch before leaning in to kiss her. It'd all been going well. The redhead whose name slipped his mind the second after she told him had perched herself on his lap, the pink lipstick she wore certainty smudging against his lips though he hardly minded. He geared himself up to ask if she wanted to head upstairs, only for his eye to catch Maddy making a beeline straight for him with her two friends tripping over themselves to follow. 

He hardly had time to react before Maddy grabbed a fistful of the redhead's hair, a shriek of pain and surprise leaving the girl as Maddy pulled on it and dragged her right onto the floor. (Y/N) shot up from the couch while everyone around them moved out the way, making a circle around them and fumbling for their phones. 

"The fuck's the matter with you?!" The redhead shrieked, one hand holding onto Maddy's wrist in a vain attempt at getting her to let go. 

"The fuck's the matter with me?! Look at yourself, bitch!" Maddy shouted back at her, ignoring Kat and Cassie's pleading shouts for her to calm down until she finally released the girls hair with a forceful shove. The redhead grunted, touching the back of her head where Maddy had grabbed her before she reached for a nearby unattended cup and tossed it in Maddy's direction, drenching Maddy's miniskirt and most of her thighs in beer. A chorus of 'ooh's spread around the crowd, shining lights from phone's recording pointed at the two of them. "You dumb fucking slu-"

"That's enough, Maddy," (Y/N) coiled your arms around her waist before she could lunge for the girl and hauled her off, shoving his way through the crowd while she withered around in his hold, shouting insults and threats at the top of her lungs. Her nails dug into his hands, trying to pry them of herself while he searched for a door that hopefully led to an empty room. He found one by the stairs and opened it, flickering the night on and finding himself looking into the garage. Good enough. He walked in, minding the small step, and shut the door behind him with lock for good measure. 

"Let me go." Maddy demanded and he loosened his grip enough for her to wriggle free. She staggered forward and looked down at herself, irritably groaning and wiping her palms across her bare skin in hopes of drying herself. (Y/N) exhaled heavily and took a glance at the back of his hands, finding red lines from her nails. He typically never minded scratch marks, but only under the right circumstances. 

"What the hell was that about?" 

"Oh, I'm sorry for interrupting you before you could fuck that bitch infront of everyone. I didn't realize you were into that shit, my fucking bad." Maddy snapped, letting out a huff and raking her hand through her hair, pulling strands away from vision. She murmured angrily under her breath when she looked down at herself again before fluttering her eyes shut and taking in a deep breath. "Whatever. Forget about it, okay?"

"No, no I won't forget about you almost ripping some chick's hair from her scalp for no reason!" 

"You stick your tongue in her mouth for five seconds and suddenly you start giving a shit about her? Give me a break. She'll be fine, (Y/N). She'll have a headache for a couple hours and that's it." Maddy rolled her eyes and scoffed. "I didn't even hit her."

"That doesn't explain why you did it, Maddy. You were fine one second and the next you're trying to fight some chick you've never even spoken to before. What's your problem?" He stared at her and she refused to look back at him, instead keeping her head angled toward the tools hung up on the wall.  

"Forget about it, (Y/N). Let's just... let's just have some fun, okay?" Maddy exhaled softly and finally looked at him, her heels clicking against the concrete floor as she closed the distance and slung her arms around his neck, her perfume invading his senses and maroon-colored lips capturing his. He grunted, grabbing hold of her hips and pushing her back. "Come on, (Y/N). You know you would've ditched her for me if I asked."

"But you didn't, Maddy. You cockblocked me by dragging around that damn chick and you won't even tell me why. You getting jealous on me or something? 'Cause that's what it looked like." (Y/N) pried her arms off his shoulders and stepped around her, creating distance between them. Maddy crossed her arms, head tilting back and another groan leaving her mouth.

"So what if I was?"

"So what? Look, the sex is great, but I don't want to get involved with whatever bullshit you've got going on with Jacobs, alright? You're a cool chick, Maddy. You're practically perfect. But.. I don't feel that way about you. I've seen you and Jacobs. You'll never let each other go, and that's just not for me. I'm... sorry."

[webbluvrsugar]

what are we? — felix catton - part two.

a/n: before all of the au’s that need a part two, I’ve been owing you guys this one <3

Felix has been doing a good job at forgetting you.

At least that’s what he thinks, that’s what he tells himself.

But he can’t help but think of your argument. It’s been days, weeks even, and the only reason you’re not laying next to him right now with those sweet smiles of yours is because he’s been too much of a damn coward to acknowledge you two, to acknowledge you really were something.

Because he was too scared, he was used to having a new girl every week, you were just his favourite — right?

That’s what he told himself, but he was wrong.

He can’t live without your laugh, your kisses, the way you roll your eyes when he says something stupid, the way you correct him.

It’s more than ‘just pussy’, he actually likes you — loves you even. But he only realised it now, that you were gone.

Your birthday’s coming up now, he needs to make it right, it’s the least he can do. So he buys you and expensive bracelet, some earrings and some expensive flowers, sends it all over to your parent’s house, and he knows it’s a good move because your parents already love him.

They ask if you invited him to the small party you’re throwing with just your friends and family, he bluntly says you didn’t and that he can’t understand why because “i dunno, guess she’s a bit distant.”, so your parents pity him and invite him.

When you see him there, a smile thrown on his face that quickly makes yours vanish, but you keep it together for the sake of your family, and when it’s done and he chooses, no, insists on staying, you quickly pull him into your bedroom.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You exclaim, closing the door behind him and crossing your arms over your chest.

“What? Y’re parents invited me.” He throws his hands up in defence, raising his pierced brow up.

“What did you tell ‘em?!” You keep your voice down even with everything that’s going on, you don’t want your parents to hear this, much less intervene.

“That I missed you!” You tilt your head towards him, showing clearly that you don’t believe him. “And that…. you’re a bit distant lately.” He mutters.

“Distant?” You scoff. “Oh I wonder why exactly I’ve been distant.”

“Don’t mention that, it was just a little argument.” He steps forward.

“Little?” You say in indignation. “Just say it Felix, you give no shits ‘bout me.”

“Oohhh I give a lot of shits about you, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t show up in ya’fucking house.”

There’s silence between you two, he’s worried about you not answering him, so he sighs, bites down on his lip, ponders if he really should apologise for long, long seconds before finally saying:

“Look, ‘m sorry, yeah?” You don’t answer again, he steps forward, taking both of your hands.

“I was scared.”

You end up deciding — maybe it’s not that bad to forgive him, he came all this way anyways.

[heartshapelocket]

[euphoriashots]

Nate and Jules

[carm3n-carm3n]

me bc schools starting again:

[chillyweirdoinacoffin]

The way this image is just (L-R) Gideon, Coronabeth, Harrow, Ianthe, and Paul. 😂

[s9fti3]

A big thing Nate loved about your guy’s relationship is that fact he would always be bigger than you. He would always be your protector in the relationship. He’d come to your side when you needed him. He also enjoyed that fact he could just lift you and throw you as if your were a rag doll no matter your weight. Watch your eyes roll back as he coaches you through every inch. He loved it even more that his shirts were always to big for you as well.