#my friends are trash and i like to take them out.

[maenoakasuna]

R A I N Y D A Y

Request : Hii i have a thanos or T.O.P request for you.. A surprise thunderstorm keeps reader and him both indoors. Wrapped in cozy blankets, they binge-watch his favorite old movies, teasing each other over preferences, sharing popcorn, and eventually dozing off in each other’s arms. Just some fluff or you can add some spice if you want

So it's not 100% exactly what I was asked for but close Enough. I'm not use to request yet ahah, but i'm pretty happy with this cute One-shot. I goes for T.O.P more Than Thanos for a change. It was my first time Writhing about him so I hope it's gonna be fine.

No Smut Sadly, I didn't had enough concentration, by cats didn't stop causing trouble around and I really wanted to finish this Tonight. Anyway, I hope it still gonna be cute and You will all like it.

Enjoy !

Fun fact : The arguing part is 100% my life with my best friend. He love old movie cause they are way better than what we have today, but i'm really picky about visual quality so I hate when He want me to watch another classic I didn't watch yet. So we alway fight about it but the friendly way

You were so excited to finally have a date with Seung-Hyun, you waited for this day all week long like a teenager. As much as you love your boyfriend, it’s kinda complicated for both of us to plan dates since he’s often really busy with his work. Between shows, practice, interviews, drama or movies, you barely have time to see each other. So when the morning finally came, you got up so fast out of your bed and opened the curtains of your window before the disappointment punched you like a full speed car.It was a rainy mess outside. You planned to go on a walk out of the city and now, with this terrible weather, you had no ideas of what you could do. With a heavy sigh, you take your phone and text Seung-Hyun.

‘’ It’s rainy outside today, what should we plan now ? :(  ‘’

You go on the weather Application to look if this rain will be there all or if it was just for this morning. Unfortunately, it will rain the next three days and high probabilities for a Thunderstorm by the end of the day.  Another Sigh escaped your lips as you put away your phone before getting up to take a towel before going into the bathroom to take a hot shower. When you came back, Seung-Hyun had answered you

‘’ I can come over and we can watch a movie. I already took a day off so Rainy or not I’m all yours for today ;) ‘’

You felt your cheeks blushed as you smiled brightly, happy to read his message. You answered his message.

‘’ Sounds like a good plan ! ‘’

He was fast to reply.

‘’ Good, I will be at your place in one hour ‘’

You quickly look around you, panicked. Your room was a Mess and you didn’t have time to clean the rest of the apartment. You were busy at work and barely had energy for chores. You gave him a positive answer with a smiley and put on some cozy clothes. Baggy jeans and one of Seung-Hyun Hoodie who was clearly too big for you, but who cares ? It’s comfortable and smells just as good as him. Once this is done, you quickly put your dirty clothes in the washing machine, clean up the dirty dishes, mop the floor really quickly and go put the trash outside. An hour later, it was almost perfect. You still had some paper on your dining table but it was your paperwork so you let it there, for  now. It will be chaos if you lose it cause you put them at a random place just to make your apartment look good. When someone knocks at the door, you smile as your heart starts beating faster in your chest and you open up. Your smile got bigger when you saw your boyfriend. You look around outside of your appartement en let him in.  You know he’s very careful when he comes to your place, but you always fear that some paparazzi or crazy fans could follow him and you don’t want Seung-Hyun to have a scandal since your relationship is still secret, you prefer double checking just in case. The moment your door was closed, you felt your boyfriend's hands on your hips, turning you around and kissing you. It was a gentle kiss, but you could feel that he restrained himself. 

«-I missed you, he said against your Lips, making you smile.-I missed you too »

You answered his kiss by passing your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, but he broke the kiss and pulled himself back.

«-I bring Some good old movies and some popcorn, he said as he removed his coat.»

You smile and give a look at his choices as he goes to your kitchen to put the Popcorn in the microwave. Taking your place on your couch you weren't able to know what movie you wanted to watch.

«-Why did you choose old movies ? -Cause they’re the best movies, what else ? -I could have been down for a Disney One, you answered. -Please don’t tell me you don’t want to watch old movies cause of the quality -Well…»

You gave him a look as he raised a brow, knowing he touched the problem. You always have this kind of conversation when it comes to movies. 

«-Have you seen those ones ?-No…So I guess you should choose the one we're gonna watch because any of them look good…»

Your boyfriend stayed silent for a moment. You noticed he wanted to reply something but nothing came out. He was just too shaken to reply to something. When the Popcorn was ready, He put it in a bowl and joined you on the couch.

«-You’re lucky I love You, he finally said, cause your movie taste are a disgrace »

You continue arguing and teasingly fight about the movies until Seung-Hyun chose one and put it into the console before coming back next to you. He gave you a simple summary about the story before it started. At least he chose a musical, close enough to a Disney one.  At the end, this movie was pretty good and the next one he put one was even better, as the third one.  You were sitting between his legs, your back against his chest on your big L couch, eating the second bowl of popcorn when the TV suddenly shutted down. It caught you by surprise, but not as much as the big thunder sound you heard from outside, letting a scream out of you. You weren't scared but it was so sudden. Seung-Hyun opened his phone screen.

«-The weather announced it. Thunderstorm and possible power cut. -Life gave me a chance to escape from your old taste in movies, you teasingly said. -And do you want to escape from me ? »

You felt a shiver pass your spine when his hands went under your sweater to find a place on your waist as his lips kiss your neck. 

«-Of course not, you managed to answer.»

You felt him smile as he continued to kiss your sensitive skin, sucking and biting it here and there to let you hickeys. You grunt and turn around to face him before slamming your lips against his. Seung-Hyun’s hands slide on your back to pull you closer to his chest. 

«-Maybe we should go to my room, you said between two kisses-The couch will be prefect »

Skilfully, he lay you on the couch without even separating your lips. His hands, back on your waist, slid down your hips as he pressed his own against you making you blush as you could feel his hard one on your inner thighs. You gasp at the feeling and brake the kiss.

«-Yeah, Right, we never did it there yet anyway, you answered with a smirk before going back to his lips.»

[allthingsfangirl101]

Hey, Bartender – Jake Seresin

Working as a female bartender has never been easy. It's worse when the last person you ever thought you'd see again walks into the bar.

"Oh no," I gasped. I put the drink I was making in front of the customer, threw down my towel, and quickly turned around.

"Geez, Y/N," Penny chuckled. "Slow down. What's up?"

"Nothing," I stuttered. Penny crossed her arms over her chest and stopped me from running away.

"What?"

I looked over my shoulder, my whole body skipping a beat. "Ohh," she held out. "Which one of them did you grow up with?"

"The tall gorgeous one," I mumbled before looking away from him.

"The one they call Hangman?" Penny asked.

"How fitting," I scoffed. "Yeah. Except I knew him as Jake Seresin. He was the guy every girl was madly in love with."

"Even you?" She chuckled.

"Sadly," I said, shaking my head. I gasped when she turned me around and pushed me toward the bar. Jake smirked when I appeared.

"Hi," I stuttered.

"Hey, Bartender," he smirked. "Can I get another round of beers for me and my friends?"

"Sure," I said, my heart sinking when I realized it.

"Thanks," he said, sending me a wink before turning around and walking back to his friends.

"Soo?" Penny sang as she ran into me.

"He and his friends want another round of beers."

"Of course, but did he. . ."

"He didn't remember me."

Without another word, I turned around and went into the back room. I tried to wait out Jake and his friends, but they stayed the rest of the night. Penny didn't ask any questions about Jake, but she let me keep clear of them.

Once the bar closed, Penny didn't let me leave until I told her everything.

"I have been waiting all night to hear about this," she chuckled as she hopped onto the counter. "How do you know that wannabe BackStreet Boy?"

"We grew up together," I started to explain. "Well, sorta. We were neighbors and our dads worked together. We ended up going to the same work parties and barbeques, but we didn't interact at school. I thought he'd at least remember me. Guess I was wrong."

"Oh, honey," he sighed. "I'm sorry. Maybe he just needs a memory refresher or. . . Maybe he. . ."

"Maybe I wasn't important enough to him for him to remember me."

* * * * *

Jake and his friends returned night after night. I stayed behind the bar, mixing and pouring their drinks. All without Jake remembering me. Every time he came up and ordered from me, my heart sank lower. By the end of the week, I couldn't handle seeing him every night.

"Hey, Y/N, can you take the trash out?" Penny asked, dragging me away from watching Jake play darts.

"Sure," I mumbled. Penny sent me a pitiful look as I grabbed the garbage bag.

I carried it outside, holding my breath as I passed Jake. He didn't notice me. . . Shocker.

Right as I was about to toss the garbage bag into the dumpster, the bottom broke, spilling the contents all around my feet.

"Of course," I scoffed. I knelt down and started picking up the bottles. Suddenly, someone joined me. I looked up to see Jake helping me.

"I hate when this happens," he flirted. "Let me help."

I watched him for a second as he picked up the bottles. He looked up at me and sent me a wink.

"You don't remember me, do you?" I asked, my voice quiet.

"Why would I. . ." Jake stopped himself as he looked up and studied me. "Holy. . . Y/N?"

"Hi, Jake," I said, my voice getting caught in my throat.

"Wow," he chuckled. "It's been so long. How are you?"

"Please don't," I said a little harsher than I needed to as I stood up and threw away the bottles I was holding.

"Don't what?" He stuttered as he stood up and threw his armful of bottles away.

"Don't act like you remember me after all these years."

I started to walk away but he gently grabbed my hand.

"What makes you think that I don't remember you, Y/N?"

I looked up at him and pulled my hand out of his grasp. I crossed my arms over my chest and shifted my weight. "Really, Jake?" I scoffed. "I have worked here for three years. You and your band of pilots have been here every day this week. You have come straight up to me, at least three times a night, and looked me in the eyes as you ordered a drink. And it takes me picking up garbage for you to remember me."

"Who says I didn't remember you the second I walked up to the bar?"

"You acted like you had no idea who I was," I said, my voice dropping.

"I know I did," he sighed. "And I'm sorry about that, Y/N. Truly, I am. But, to be honest, when I walked in and saw you, I freaked. I went to get drinks and didn't think I'd run into an old friend."

"Old friend?" I couldn't help but doubt. "Jake, you never spoke to me unless we were at our dads' work parties. You completely ignored me at school."

"I know that too," he said, his tone changing. "You have to believe me, Y/N, the only reason I didn't hang out with you at school is because I thought you'd think I was an idiot."

"Wait," I slightly cut him off. "You didn't think you were smart enough to hang out with me?"

"I was embarrassed," he nodded.

"Jake," I sighed. "That's. . . I'm sorry, but I don't believe you."

* * * * *

I didn't tell Penny what happened last night. When I called her this morning and told her I woke up sick and needed the day off, she didn't push back.

Instead of being at work, I spent the entire day thinking back through my and Jake's childhood. There was nothing in any of the few occasions we interacted to hint that Jake was too embarrassed to hang out with me. He never even looked at me in high school.

Later that night, I got a call from Penny.

"You need to get here," she said the second I answered.

"Wait, what?"

"The trainees came in again tonight," she said. "They came and all Hangman has done since he realized you weren't here is sit in the corner and drink. His friends went home an hour ago and he's still here drinking."

"Pen. . ."

"He keeps mumbling things about you," she cut me off.

"What kinds of things?" I couldn't help but ask.

"That he shouldn't have ignored you," she started to list off. "That he should've talked to you. That he should've asked you out. That he hates that you think he didn't ever think about you. And yes, those were his exact words. Please come and talk to him."

"I don't know," I stuttered. "I just. . . I find it really hard to believe that he. . . There's no way he thought. . . He couldn't have looked at me. I was a nobody."

"Did you ever think that maybe he thought the world of you but worried you'd think he was some stereotypical jock who couldn't put two and two together?"

"Are those his exact words?"

"Not exactly," she chuckled. "But still, the sooner you get here, the better."

* * * * *

I walked into the bar, instantly making eye contact with Penny. She sent me a soft smile before nodding her head toward the booth in the corner. When I saw the state he was in, I stopped behind the bar and got him a cold water. I took a deep breath before walking toward him. I grabbed his empty beer bottle and replaced it with a water.

"Cutting me off?" He slurred.

"Considering the fact that I'm not working tonight," I said, making him jump, "no. I'm just worried about you."

"Y/N," he stuttered. "What are you. . . You're here. Penny said you. . . Hi."

"Hi," I chuckled. "You mind if I sit?"

"Of course not," he said instantly. He sat up straighter as I sat across from him. I couldn't help but blush as his eyes scanned me.

My heart sank when I glanced at his empty beer bottle collection. "Jake," I sighed.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I'm sorry I made you think I didn't recognize you the moment I looked into your gorgeous eyes. I'm sorry I made you think you weren't good enough for me. I'm sorry I made you think I didn't see you. I swear, Y/N, I did."

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" I asked, my voice soft.

"I just. . . I thought. . . " He stuttered. "Because I was a coward." Jake reached across the table and gently grabbed my hands. "I am so sorry," he whispered. "Is there anything I can do to make you believe me?"

"I don't know, Jake," I said honestly. "We were never really close. I mean, we only talked on a few of the awkward occasions where we were the only kids at the work party. And when we were teenagers, we didn't talk at all. You weren't even sending mixed signals."

"I was scared," he said again.

"Jake, no woman believes that a man is or was too scared to talk to her," I sighed. "That's the kind of stuff you hear in teenage romance movies."

"And you don't believe those?" He laughed. "Come on, Y/N. I seem to remember you always had your nose stuck in those romance novels."

My heart sank when he laughed. He looked up at me when I pulled my hands out of his. The look in his eyes changed. "Y/N," he stuttered. "I didn't mean anything. . ."

"Stop before you dig your grave any deeper," I mumbled. I let out a sigh of relief as reinforcements arrived.

"You good, Hangman?" Rooster laughed as he walked over.

"What are you doing here?" Jake asked, his voice still slurring.

"I called him," I said, making him look at me. "Figured you'd need help getting back to base."

I got out of the booth and watched as Rooster pulled Jake to his feet. He wrapped his arm around his waist and started carrying him to the door.

"Thanks, Rooster."

"Anytime, Y/N." He sent me a wink before carrying him outside. I turned around to see Penny smiling softly at me.

"So?" She elongated.

"So, we talked," I shrugged as I walked over to the bar.

"And?"

"Will you stop with that tone?" I sighed. "I'm not sure what's going to happen next. He apologized, and we talked for a little while, but he was too drunk to have a real talk so I had Rooster come get him."

She smiled as she gently patted my arm. "Well, I think it was good for him for you to come. I know it was hard for you, but he needed it."

She walked away, leaving me at the bar with my thoughts.

* * * * *

The next night, I came back to work. Penny didn't bring up Hangman and he didn't come in. Later that night, I took out the trash.

"Need any help?"

I looked up to see Jake standing by the dumpster. "You're back," I said. "Why aren't you inside?"

"Because I wanted to continue our conversation but I wanted to make sure I was sober when I talked to you," he said, walking over to me. He grabbed the garbage bag out of my hand and tossed it into the dumpster without turning away from me.

"Jake," I stuttered.

"I know you don't believe me," he started softly, "but I have been crazy about you since middle school. When we got to high school, I got a different reputation. I was on the basketball team. I was the captain. People made it seem like I was this big important guy on campus. Then I'd see you, studying in the library, and I'd feel like an idiot. I hated it."

"You hated being popular?"

"Of course," he said like it should've been obvious.

"Why?"

"Because you weren't in that group," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. It was then that I realized how close we were to each other. "I had a stereotype," he whispered. "And you, luckily, didn't fit into it. You were too good for that group. You were too good for me. You still are."

"Jake. . ."

He delicately pressed his lips to mine. My mind raced as I slowly started to kiss him back. When we needed air, Jake slowly broke the kiss. He leaned back with a playful smirk on his face.

"That was just how I imagined," he whispered.

"What do you mean?" I asked, just as softly.

"Kissing you," he shrugged. "It was just as perfect as I imagined."

"Have you always been this cheesy?" I laughed as I teasingly pushed him away from me. He chuckled as he instantly rewrapped his arms around me.

"Always," he whispered before kissing me again.

"Jake," I whispered, breaking the kiss.

"What's wrong, gorgeous?"

"What is this?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"What do you mean?" He asked, studying my face.

"This," I said, pointing between us. "We haven't seen each other or spoken to each other in almost ten years. And now?"

"Now, I finally take you on the date I should've taken you on back in high school."

[bloomzone]

2025 : #12 step by step you can change your life. how I found my way back

I want to talk about something real today. Something that I think a lot of us go through but don’t always talk about.

✒️..You ever feel… lost? Like, no matter how hard you try, you just can’t figure out where you’re supposed to go, or who you’re supposed to be? Like you’re stuck in this endless loop of feeling not good enough, not smart enough, not anything enough?

I’ve been there.

And I want to share my story—not because I’ve got everything figured out (I definitely don’t), but because maybe my experience can help someone else feel a little less alone.

Growing Up with Big Dreams

Growing up, I was that kid. Curious about everything, constantly reading, always asking questions. I loved learning. I loved dreaming. My parents encouraged me in every way they could—books, art, even challenging me with random exams that were way above my level. Because of them, I felt like I could do anything. Like the world was wide open, just waiting for me to take my place in it. (they are toxic I won't lie especially in the term of getting good grades)

But life has a way of shaking things up, doesn’t it?

When I started middle school, everything changed.

When Everything Fell Apart

Middle school was… the hardest time of my life. I’m not exaggerating when I say those years broke me in ways I didn’t think were possible.I was bullied—constantly. Nasty comments, rumors, people talking about me behind my back. It even got physical sometimes—from my best friends MY FRIENDS that I think they will always be by my side but malheureusement they were just slaves for the bullies anyway.. And you know what? At first, I thought I could handle it. But the thing about bullying is that it creeps in, little by little, until one day you realize it’s taken over your entire life.

I didn’t recognize myself anymore.I became bitter, angry, and mean. I lashed out at people because I didn’t know what else to do. And at the same time, I was desperate to fit in, so I started copying the people who hurt me—adopting their behavior, their mannerisms—just so they’d accept me

But it didn’t work.!!!Instead, I just felt… empty. Like everything that made me me was gone.

Hitting Rock Bottom

By 14, I was at my lowest point. My grades were trash, my friendships felt fake, and I didn’t even want to look at myself in the mirror because I hated what I saw.I started staying up until 3 or 4 in the morning just crying .I shut myself off from everyone. And, at my worst, I started self-harming.

I felt like there was no way out.And then one day, I came home from school it was an 8 april 2023 7pm threw my bag on the floor, and climbed onto the ledge of the house roof I just wanted it to stop. The pain, the loneliness, the feeling that I’d never be enough. I was ready to give up.

But then… I looked up.

The Moment That Changed Everything

The sky was gorgeous that day. It was one of those sunsets where the colors just don’t make sense—soft pinks fading into oranges and purples, with clouds that looked like they’d been painted on.

And for the first time in a long time, I felt something.

It reminded me of all the things I used to love—the watercolor / pastel paintings I used to paint in my ipad and put it as a lock screen lmao , the books I used to read, the way my parents would encourage me to dream bigger, be curious explore the world my favs music artists (I'm a wizone,stay,dive, engene if anyone want to know hehe)

It hit me: I wasn’t ready to let go of all of that. I wasn’t ready to let go of me I was too young for this

So, instead of stepping forward, I sat down. Right there on the ledge, legs crossed, staring at the sky as the colors changed.

That small step—sitting down—was the single most extraordinary step I’ve ever taken.

Rebuilding Myself

That moment didn’t fix everything. Life doesn’t work like that. But it was the start of something.It reminded me that even when I felt broken, the core of who I was—the curious, creative, passionate version of me—was still there.I started making changes. Little ones, at first. Letting go of toxic friendships. Focusing on the things that made me happy, like reading , listening to music and writing.

And then came high school. High school was my first real fresh start.

It was a place where I could make new friends, try new things, and leave the past behind me. It was a chance to reinvent myself.

And I did. I created a Tumblr account later in the last days of November 2023 as a sort of diary—a safe space where I could share my thoughts, help others who felt lost like I did, and find comfort in the small, everyday moments. It became my little corner of the world, where I could be myself and help others feel better and be the best version of themselves

It wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t quick. But slowly, I started to feel like me again.

What I Learned

Here’s what I’ve learned through all of this:

1. Your Compass Is Never Broken.

No matter how lost you feel, the good in you—the things that make you you—never go away. They’re always there, waiting for you to see them again.

2. You Can Choose Your Environment.

You don’t have to stay in toxic spaces. You deserve to be around people who lift you up, who make you feel valued and loved.

3. Small Steps Matter.

Sometimes, the smallest actions—sitting down, looking at the sky, talking to a friend—can change everything. Don’t underestimate them.

To Anyone Who Feels Lost

If you’re reading this and you’re struggling, I need you to hear me: You are not alone.I know it feels like things will never get better, but I promise you, they can. The pain you’re feeling right now doesn’t define you.You have so much to offer this world. You have so much good inside of you. And even if it feels like your compass is cracked and empty, the needle—your essence—is still pointing north.So, take a deep breath. Look for the little things that remind you of who you are. And don’t be afraid to ask for help.Because you are so much stronger than you think.

And trust me… you’re going to find your way.

Thank you for reading.

written by tears and love @bloomzone

[evilbirdy]

EVILBIRDYYYY DROP PART TWO OF “I RUN AWAY” AND MY LIFE IS YOURSSS

𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮

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𝐒𝐞-𝐌𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐍𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 & 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀��

𝕊𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕔 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 —> 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖. 𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 ‘𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟’ 𝕗𝕚𝕔. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕨𝕠, 𝕀 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥. 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚- 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕤𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥.

𝕆𝕜 𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕔 <𝟛

Im so mad, I had such a cute text but Tumblr made it ugly and I can’t change it

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[diastervirgo]

reluctant!remus x honey!reader tw: corny ass sirius jokes because i can't help myself :)

Sirius’s idea of fun is getting absolutely trashed at his favorite bar on the other side of town and then making Remus drive him home. This happens frequently when James is busy. Tonight is nothing different. Only tonight, when they exit the bar, do they discover the car has a flat. Remus is exasperated to say the least. He heads back inside, much to his friend's delight, in search of a phone. He is pointed to a payphone towards the back next to the restrooms. Suddenly, he can’t remember anyone’s number but yours. Dialing, surprised to soon find you on the other line.

“Do you know how potentially dangerous it is to answer random numbers?”

“Did you call a random number just to tell them that?”

“Honey, it’s Remus”

“Oh Remus! I was just thinking about you! How is your night going?”

He explains the situation much easier than he could ever explain your relationship. You don’t sound nearly as excited to save him as he thought you would be. Usually, when you can get him on the line, your excitement practically drips through the receiver. He doubts you even register that he has your number memorized. But you’re doing him a favor, that’s what he should be focused on.

He finds a slightly less trashed Sirius back on his favorite stool, trying to convince the tender to slip some tequila into his glass of water. Sirius would be much more successful in his endeavors had it not been for the amalgamation of several beers and shots he had been given from this same bartender who had made the executive decision to cut him off.

“You’re ruining my life,” Sirius moans. The tender shrugs.

Remus is doing his best to console him when you walk in. You’re in what appear to be sleeping clothes, and your hair is pulled back away from your very clean-looking face. A rush of guilt runs through him like ice. You were getting ready for bed, and he interrupted. The feeling is followed by something else entirely. You look adorable.

Your eyes catch his in the midst of his admiration and instead of your blinding smile he is granted a look of severe distress. It only deepens the closer you get to him.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

He smiles despite his better judgment, and it looks like you ease up for a second.

“It’s just a flat, honey. Nothing too major.”

You visibly exhale, trying to release some of the tension pent up in your shoulders.

“You don’t have a spare?”

He does; he doesn’t know what to do with it. Sirius is too drunk to be useful and James isn’t here.

“Hello gorgeous,” Sirius croons. “I’m Sirius.”

“Happy to hear that; I take compliments very seriously,” you say, glancing curiously at him. “And here I thought I was your only friend, Remus.”

“Maybe I just want you all to myself,” Remus mutters before he can think twice, reaching out to steady Sirius on the stool. He pauses, realizing what he shouldn’t have said, and the regret is immediate. Sirius gapes while you preen with delight.

“Well then,” you look almost bashful, but Remus knows you better than that. You are incorrigible at best, and will tease him about this instance for the rest of eternity. “If you have a spare, I can change your tire.” Your voice is softer when you reply, the reverberation of his statement thrumming in your ears, subduing your generally loud demeanor.

“Are you serious?”

“No I am!”

You laugh as you nod.

He and Sirius then follow you out to your car, where you produce a little pink tool kit from your trunk.

Remus leads you to his car, where you instantly get to work.

“The trick,” you tell Remus, “is to loosen the bolts while the tire is on the ground. The friction of the tire and the road makes it easier.”

You jack the car up, unscrewing the bolts the rest of the way, before Remus hands you the spare.

“Then you tighten the bolts a little,” you say, “Lower the car.” He watches you intently as you demonstrate. “And use the friction to tighten the screws real tight!”

You’re finished sooner than he thought you’d be and much dirtier.

“I’m sorry for ruining your outfit, Hon” he says.

You laugh lightly. “I had to do laundry anyway.” Your laundry day was yesterday but Remus doesn’t need to know that.

Remus walks you to your car after getting Sirius in the passenger seat.

“I’m sorry for all the trouble,” he says, hands stuffed into his pockets.

“What are friends for?” you say; your smile is soft, and your eyes sparkle when they catch his. Friends. Fuck.

He swoops down and pecks you on the cheek like a friend would. And you giggle beside yourself.

“I’ll call you later to check in; make sure you're not dead,” he says.

And he does.

[dallasgallant]

There’s some parts of this I’ve spoken about in metas before, and I’ll link those at the bottom of this post. But the thought came back to me in my re-read,

Pony is the brother to put a particular emphasis on education. He also has a tendency to project his dreams and insecurities onto others.

On the topic of Soda dropping out of school he takes it considerably hard and as a subject of embarrassment. He could “hardly stand it” and is mortified when he has to explain it to anyone, especially a socy girl like Cherry due to the image it brings to mind. Soda can take this loss a little easier since he doesn’t view his academics in the same way, it wasn’t likely he’d be going to college like his brothers. I mean so in the kindest way, there is nothing wrong with that despite what Pony has built up in his mind (now dropping out is a sad thing, but understandable in the circumstance)

When it comes to Darry, there is less worry from Pony and more anger at what should have been for his brother— he never got to go to school to start with. He’d been working but now works two jobs twice as hard, this particular passage sparked this post;

Like my previous post about Darry being “rough on” him I think this passage too benifits from Pony partly looking back on the events and his thoughts as they happen at once. As he’s really starting to consider all that goes on in his brothers lives, all they had to give up or should have gotten to do but life threw them a bad hand. I also find the paragraph a little amusing as he starts out sympathetic and then “he’s a loser now :( he has nothing going on except all those friends I just mentioned.”

As another thing about Ponyboy is he deals with a lot of internalized classism… not just being a Greaser but poor generally. Which is why his brother dropping out of school is such a huge deal to him but not as much to the rest of the gang. He’s in those upper level courses, he has far more exposure to soc and middle class eyes and expectations he works to defy consciously or unconsciously. His brothers and the gang are more “cushioned” in the east side, surrounded by similar circumstance and not the same age and condition to build up the complex Pony has. He’s the youngest of the gang and needs to fully take in their “Be cool” mentality, so insults like ‘Greaser’ or ‘white trash’ roll off of him more than they sting. (Which isn’t to say it’s entirely annoyed, some aren’t reactionary, but being cool helps mitigate)

The rest of the gang and his brothers are already settled with being a Greaser, being working class, they have their ways to cope and make the most of what they have instead of angsting. There’s an acceptance to it Pony doesn’t have yet, he’s a dreamer - he thinks about getting out, about the should be’s.

Soda and Darry aren’t without ambition or struggle though, don’t get me wrong but it’s different from what Pony focuses in on. Soda, while not focused on anything grand wants a better Job and to marry Sandy. Darry is a practical sort, he thinks of the here and now and his only ambition for the time being is to keep them all together. Their worries and struggles are tied to bills more than they are to the past should have/could haves, the way Pony sees it. We don’t actually know what Darry’s plans were before he pivoted, just that it’s a shame that college wasn’t an option for him… but it could be for Pony. He could have the chance Darry didn’t.

My point here was how much Pony looks into the past and looks at the broader picture and gets upset, and he’s right to don’t get me wrong, but then doesn’t understand when his view is not met. When Darry and Soda are so in the moment, guided by their grief in their own way but not reflective of the system™️. But all that they’re doing is ensuring that Pony has the time to dream, watch movies and read as he does. In a way, in the complex he has built up he Pities his brothers just as much as he put them up above the others.

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* want to note that I am not saying that Darry and Soda aren’t or haven’t ever been upset about school or about other bad things in their lives that are more personal. I’m saying it more that they are able to put it aside for the sake of staying together and moving forward - that they’re more adaptable than their little brother. They know how to “use their head”, a part of street smarts is being able to adapt to conditions. Hurt but not be dragged down- survive above all. Its smarts that Pony can’t get from a book but through the story, and unfortunately consecutive tragedy. I’m also noting that some of Pony’s pity is condescending in itself as they have bad circumstances but aren’t lost or miserable— now Darry is more stressed than any 20 year old should ever be but Pony skirts past some of the positives he has, you know?

I’m still in the middle of my re-read and I hope this makes sense. Here’s some of my past metas I found were a similar which might better elaborate (they’re also older so I cannot promise complete quality)

Here. Here. Here.

*check out my rb too, some more thoughts added!

[bellysoupset]

Heyyy, I know it was a tie between Leo & Max but when I voted Luke was massively in the lead so if you did fancy a cheeky good ol emeto sickfic with him....I'd soak it up :))))) Maybe something like him visiting Vin and Vin recovering from being sick when Luke arrives which gets luke sick and hes trying to power through but can't stand it (24 hour type bug if you catch my drift)

Oh this is such a good prompt!! Be warned, this one is long.

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"Are you going to miss me terribly?" Luke asked cheekily as he finished packing his overnight back to spend the long weekend at Vince's place. Wendy had rolled her eyes when he had jumped at the opportunity to take her place since she had been last minute assigned to a complicated neurological case, jealousy all but rolling off her in waves.

Bella rolled her eyes, sprawled on the bed and scrolling through the tablet with the real estate options they were looking at, "I will shrivel like a prune and die without you," she promised, causing Luke to grin. He zipped up the bag, crawling over her on the bed and pushing the tablet down, grabbing her chin and stealing a kiss.

"Do you want me to stay?" He asked, all smug, moving a kiss to the corner of her mouth, then pushing her curls back so he could kiss her neck, "uhm?"

"And leave the love of your life all alone for the weekend?" Bella scoffed, but spread her legs so he could better settle on top of her, running her fingers through his hair and pushing the waves back, "no, I'll enjoy the quiet and dark, this month is gonna be a lot of socializing and I'm not ready."

Lucas chuckled, moving up to give her another peck, "you do that, recharge so we can hopefully settle on the new place this month."

"No promises," she pushed him back by the forehead, "text me when you get there, alright?"

"Alright," he stole another kiss, then used his thumb to wipe the smeared lipstick from her mouth, "I love you."

"Love you too," Bella opened a bright smile at the deep maroon shade in his lips now, "go or you'll drive at night and I don't want you to do that."

He arrived in Doveport a little past seven, texting Bell he was safe and then frowning as the front door of Vince's little place didn't immediately open at the sound of his car's engine. Weird.

He glanced at their text conversation. Vince had only sent him a gif around morning, but Luke had simply assumed he was busy with class and looking forward to them meeting, since the exchange between Luke and Wendy had been agreed on beforehand and Vin was more than aware.

Now he felt a little insecure. Did Vince not want him there...?

He knocked on the door, chewing on his lip, and there was a long stretch, but then it unlocked, "dude, I forgot, I'm sorry-" Vince's face was pale, curls sticking out everywhere, and he was wearing lose basketball shorts and a t-shirt that was clearly a little too big.

"You were asleep?" Lucas raised his eyebrows, shocked. It was a well known fact that Vince woke up at the slightest movement or sound. Therefore, it was almost impossible to catch him asleep at such an early hour when there was so much noise outside. Still, his best friend's face was all wrinkly as if it had been pressed to the pillow for hours and his eyes were bloodshot.

"No," Vince stepped aside to let Luke in and Lucas noticed he was moving slowly, as if he was hurt, "I caught some fucking stomach flu, I was just in bed resting."

"Shit," Luke pushed the door shut behind him, "stomach flu?"

"Yeah," Vince stumbled forward, to his couch, and fell on it with a groan, "I feel like crap."

"You're still sick?" Lucas glanced around the room. Vince wasn't the neat type, but he wasn't the messiest either, and there was a trash bin near the bed and dishes piled on the sink, "why didn't you say anything, I'd have brought medicine or-"

"No, I stopped puking around lunch," Vince rubbed uneasily at his stomach, before muffling a queasy belch in his fist, and Luke noticed the wifebeater clinging to his belly, as it was clearly bloated by whatever virus was still wrecking havoc in his system, "I think the worst is over, just gotta sleep it off tonight-" he yawned, "I'm sorry, I know you were looking forward to us going out and stuff."

"No," Lucas shook his head vehemently, offended at the assumption, "no, I came to hang out with you, even if that is me holding your hair back as you hurl."

Vince's pale lips twisted in grimace, "lovely image, dude. I'm fine, I swear. Tomorrow we can go around town."

"Chill," Lucas waved him off, "when did you last drink water? Do you think you can eat something?"

"Quit mother henning," Vince squirmed on the couch, curling up his legs to open up a space, "come sit with me, we haven't finished watching House of Cards."

"I heard it sucks past season 2," Luke whined, but it was for show, as he promptly kicked off his boots and curled up on the couch, all the more eager to be close. He was a touchy person and didn't mind one bit when Vince uncurled his legs and rested them upon his lap, "you sure you're alright? You're really pale, man..."

"Just queasy and tired," Vin shrugged, rubbing his stomach, "sorry in advance if I keep burping."

Again Lucas rolled his eyes, "I don't mind, Vin," he squeezed his friend's calf, "just tell me if I can help... And let's hope I don't catch this."

Vince opened a yellow smile, more a grimace than anything, "I hope not, it's brutal. I threw up things I ate back in Sicily when I was nine."

Luke wrinkled his nose, "ew."

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True to his words, Vince was revigorated the next day. Lucas had lifted up his head from the air mattress he was crashing, still half asleep, to find Vin moving around, freshly showered and humming under his breath as he cooked them breakfast.

"All good?" Luke yawned, still refusing to get up and feeling like he could just fall back asleep, "what time is it?"

"A little past six," Vince's answer was chirpy, "all good. Catch some more sleep, I'll wake you in a couple hours."

"Mmm'kay," Luke had rolled over and passed out before Vince had time to say another word.

They ended up only having breakfast at 9 and then Vince was ushering him up, clearly wanting to make up for the lost night with a billion activities.

"You're gonna make yourself sick, again, this way," Luke rubbed at his eyes, frowning as he noticed just how low energy he felt, "you should be rest-"

"Shhhhh," Vin shoved him forward, "you're just saying that because you know you're out of shape and gonna lose."

Lucas knew Vince was being transparent in his egging him on, tending to his competitiveness, but still he let himself be pushed forward and let go of his concerns.

What Luke didn't expect was to lose and lose badly. To the point that Vince had stopped the soccer game halfway through, wiping the sweat running down his face, and frowned at him, "are you alright?"

"I think I'm just tired," Luke shrugged, "I'm gonna get something to drink, do you want something?"

Vince grimaced at that, rubbing uneasily at his stomach, "nah, breakfast is still sitting like a brick."

"I toooold you soooo," Luke sing sang as he walked away with an eye roll. He couldn't understand why he felt so drained, as he leaned against the community's sport center's vending machine.

There was an annoying ache behind his eyes and his limbs all felt heavy, Lucas wanted nothing more than to sit down and become a couch potato for several hours, which was wildly out of character for him and he knew it. He grabbed the can of coke, taking several gulps as he returned to the field, only to see a familiar blonde chatting up Vince.

Lucas leaned against the brick column instead of keep walking, watching with his eyebrows raised as Max shamelessly flirted with Vin, clearly flustered. Was Wendy aware of this? Because Vince clearly wasn't, it was obvious the fact Max was all smiles and giggles around him had gone over his head.

"Oi," a voice startled Luke and he jumped, choking on his coke and coughing as it tickled his nose.

"Fuck," he had splashed it all over his hands and Sophia had a smug smile on as she watched him fumble around, "hi Soph, what are you doing here?"

"Same as you, apparently?" Sophia moved around, reaching for some paper napkins on top of a dispenser on the plastic tables, "watching Mr. Daniels hit on my brother."

Luke rolled his eyes, wiping the spilled sticky drink from his fingers, "do you think Vince thinks everyone is just that nice?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely, yeah," Sophia snorted, crossing her arms to her chest. She was clad in basketball clothing, Lucas noticed, hair up in a ponytail and cheeks all red from running around, "he thinks Mr. Daniels is just shy, that's why he keeps blushing around him."

Luke let out a scoff, "he's a prick," he voiced, causing Sophia to throw him a curious glance, but she didn't comment on it.

"You're having lunch with us, yeah? Ma has been going on and on about you visiting."

He really didn't feel like having lunch. The coke was making him feel stuffed already, but Luke nodded in agreement, chugging the rest of his soda and crumpling the can, "yep. See you!"

He ran back to the field, just as Max patted Vince's arm and moved away, opening a strained smile at Lucas as they crossed paths.

"Did you catch your breath, grandma?" Vince teased him, "gossiping with Soph?"

"You're the one who needs to catch their breath," Luke rolled his eyes, muffling a burp against his fist, "c'mon, stop lazing around."

By the time lunch rolled around, Vince had moved around enough to work up an appetite, unlike Luke, who was starting to feel clammy and annoyed.

He fanned himself, while Vince fiddled with the passenger seat of his car in order to fit his knees comfortably, "are you aware Max has a crush on you?" Lucas asked, resisting the urge to lower his forehead to the steering wheel, "like, I don't give a fuck, but I think Wendy would," he continued to ramble on, while Vince ceased moving and raised his eyebrows, "and that if you are aware he's flirting and letting him continue, this is a dick move with your girlfriend. And if you're not, then uh- Well, now you are."

Vince's lips pressed in a line, as if he was fighting not to laugh, "are you done?"

Luke pouted, squirming on his seat and muffling a thick burp in his hand, "I'm just saying-"

"He doesn't have a crush on me," Vince dismissed him, "the jealousy is cute though, green is definitely your color, Luke, brings out your eyes."

"Fuck you," Lucas whined, "are you being purposefully obtuse? The guy gets all red around you, it's super plain to see!"

He turned the corner of the Monacelli's street and saw just as Giuseppe parked, Sophia chuckling alongside her father.

"You're ridiculous," Vince rolled his eyes, "also, are you alright? You're acting weird."

"I'm fine," Lucas grumbled, parking behind Giuseppe's car, "don't believe me then, but I'm right and everyone knows."

"LUKE!" Livia squealed as they walked out, running ahead so she could jump on him.

It was easy to let go of the reminiscent jealousy and let himself be showered in the affection, so Lucas wasn't even thinking of the weird ache behind his eyes or the burning in his stomach as he went for second and dessert. He simply wanted to win at being Ma Monacelli's favorite surrogate son, something that was definitely achievable and healthy to want.

Next to him, Vince was still pushing his first plate's food around with a grimace, clearly still queasy from the flu, while Livia sat on his knee and rambled on about her plans for the extended weekend.

"He's a sweetheart, isn't he?" Ma asked, referring to Daniels and Luke wondered how did the subject turn into that guy once again, "he's so good with children."

Lucas pouted, "yeah, he's the best," next to him Vince let out a snort and Sophia, in front of him, stuffed a brownie in her mouth not to laugh.

His stomach gurgled uncomfortably and Luke gulped down, leaning back on his seat, "how are the college applications coming along, Soph?"

As in any typical Italian family, lunch stretched on almost to the point of turning into dinner, coffee being served afterwards and Lucas had no choice but to decline, "I'm already too hyper, can't drink caffeine," he cleared up, which was the truth, but today he was feeling sluggish and devoid of any energy and coffee might've helped, wasn't it for the twisting and turning of his stomach.

He wanted to lie down.

"I can make you a decaf?" Vince offered, accent thick since he had just been bouncing between languages, "o té?"

Tea sounded really nice, but Lucas felt a wave of repulsion wash over him at the prospect of drinking anything else. It must've shown in his face, because Ma frowned at him.

"Are you alright, bambino?" she circled the table and before Lucas could say much more, planted her hands on his cheeks. He reached in to grab her wrists.

"I'm alright, Ma-"

"He's a little warm," she told Vince, "but it's a summer day," then she switched to Italian, and although Luke could understand a couple scattered words, he was feeling too tired to try and decode it.

"He won't agree," he heard Vince say and Lucas tried to lift up his head, but Ma was still cupping his cheeks and it felt really nice... He missed Bell.

Ma answered in Italian, but her tone was harsh and had Vince letting out a heavy sigh and getting up from his chair to crouch next to Lucas', "dude," he touched Lucas' arm, "do you wanna go lie down in my old room?"

Oh this was humiliating. Lucas promptly sobered up, moving Ma's hands from his face and shaking his head, "no. I'm fine, I swear I'm fine-" he didn't feel fine, though. The headache went up a notch and his stomach was past just churning, nausea giving him goosebumps. He wanted to leave...

As if he was psychic Vince nodded, squeezing his shoulder, "I think we're gonna get going," he held Luke put when he tried to get up, forcing him down without any effort and cutting off Ma's complaints, "no, ma, we want to hang out. He's fine," he moved to press a kiss on his mother's cheek, then to say goodbye to his sisters and Lucas let out a relieved sigh.

Ma was still watching him like a hawk, "I'll call Vince later," she told Luke, threatened really, "you don't look so good, Lucas."

"I'm fine, I promise," he lied through his teeth, leg bouncing up and down as the nausea started to make him feel claustrophobic. The warm, fuzzy feeling of being surrounded by family was quickly melting and turning into overstimulation. He wanted out.

Vin was quick to say goodbye and grab him by the arm, though, pulling Luke outside the house just as he pitched forward with a wet burp, hurrying to cover his mouth as it morphed into an empty heave.

"Aw, man," Vince sighed, patting his back as Lucas stared at the grass and tried to figure out if he was about to hurl or could hold it back, "you got my bug."

"Had it comin," Luke grumbled, straightening up and wiping at his face. He felt so clammy and his mouth tasted awful, "it's fine."

"Sharing is caring, eh?" Vince smiled at him, holding open the car door, "get in and we're gonna settle you by the couch with a bucket in no time."

"Lovely," Lucas groaned, sliding on the passenger side and pressing his overheated forehead to the window, wrapping his arm around his middle. It continued to gurgle under his touch, clearly pissed off at lunch, "I'm sorry I ruined your weekend."

"Mine?" Vince slammed the driver's door shut and started the car, "I think yours was more ruined than mine."

"Uhmmmm'maybe," Luke closed his eyes as the car movement made him more queasy. His mouth tasted foul and he burped again, swallowing a splash of acid that came up, "I don't know if I'm gonna make it..."

Vince glanced at him quickly, "it's just ten minutes, try and-"

"No," Lucas shook his head vehemently, pressing a hand to his lips as he gagged, "pull'over."

Vince cursed, planting a hand on his back and pulled over the car. They hadn't even made it out of his parent's street, still just at the corner. Lucas shoved the door open, stumbling out and planting his hands on his knees, staring at the suburbs' grass as he tried to keep his lunch down.

He let out a belch and spat the saliva accumulating in his mouth, trying to breathe. In the far distance, he heard the driver's door slamming as well, but his stomach was taking up all his attention. It squeezed one more time and Luke went blind and deaf as a huge wave of vomit splattered all over the grass and splashed on the tip of his sneakers.

He choked and coughed, oxygen lacking and causing him to waver dangerously, knees wobbling- "I got you, I got you-" Vince grabbed him by the arm, holding him up, "take a breath, Luke-"

Lucas tried, but as he breathed in he could taste lunch all over again and wave of repulsion rushed over him, strong enough to cause him to shudder and gag. Vince let out a huff as Luke crumpled down to his knees, bringing him down as well, coughing up yet another stream of chunky vomit.

"Oh god," he groaned, voice all distorted, "I don't- I don't feel well..."

"Yeah, buddy," Vince sighed, patting his back in a sympathetic manner, "I know, I'm sorry."

Lucas hiccupped, spitting the bitter, ropey saliva and then let out a pitiful sniffle, "I wanna lie down... Hurtss'Vin."

Vince winced, wrapping an arm around his best friend's waist and pulling him up, "let's get you lying down- there you-" he never quite finished the sentence, as Lucas almost toppled over with a heave.

Vince's arm around his stomach wasn't doing the nausea any favors, like a railing pressed to his belly, but Lucas wasn't able to pull away, clinging to his best friend's forearm in order to not faceplant. He retched and retched, until little black spots appeared and Vince let out a startled, "LUKE! Hey, don't pass out on me!"

"No-not passing out," Lucas grumbled, clearing his throat, "I think."

"Very reassuring," Vince scoffed, but his voice was gentle and his hand was rubbing Luke's back up and down, "can we move?"

"Slow..." his head was swimming, so Lucas leaned heavily against Vince's side as his friend pulled him back to the car. He shivered violently, "what the fuck... Is this? M'dyin-"

"No, you're not," Vince glared at him, putting his seatbelt on, "you just have some very miserable twenty four hours ahead of you. I'm sorry, Luke..."

"Uhmmm," Lucas leaned his head back, squeezing his eyes closed, "we're cursed."

Vince let out a chuckle, starting the car back up, "I'm starting to think that, yeah," he reached over, smoothing Luke's hair back, "try and close your eyes, we'll be home in a moment."

"mm'kay..."

[snowfated]

They immediately hit me with this.

[calicoartie]

I HATE MY ROOMMATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[icewindandboringhorror]

I have found a beautiful perfect humble rock specimen that is light yellow with a weird dark yellowy brown lining, somewhat resembling a chunk of smoked gouda cheese... effervescent

[wisconsindean]

do not look at this i’m just gonna be throwing a fit in the tags and i need to feel like its going somewhere

[unbearable-lightness-of-ink]

y'all i caved to peer pressure and made one of those lists of books. I got to be the first person to add some books by tumblr mutuals to this list website, apparently, so that's pretty cool. anyway pls tell me if you have read more of my books than I have bc I honestly need motivation to get through my tbr piles of shame.

[sealeneee]

siiiiiiigh

[wolpatinga]

[screamingay]

somehow these current roommates we have are the worst that ive known yet and last semester we literally had a girl who smoked cigs IN her bedroom. list of grievances below lol

[a-very-fond-farewell]

ok the vibe is: I’m just a silly little guy in a dreadful little world. time to go back to my roots (*eats croutons straight from the bag*)