#my perks of being a wallflower / mysterious skin song :(

[amoebacore]

cactus, jasmine, papyrus!

thank you sm for asking some!! :]

cactus ⇢something you're currently learning (about)?

Bipolar disorder! in specific ive been listening to an audiobook of Modern Madness: An Owners Manual by Terri Cheney (she herself is Bipolar diagnosed)

jasmine ⇢ you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

Perks of Being A Wallflower (book/movie) & Mysterious Skin (movie) - both i saw/read as a teenager and they ripped through me like a cannonball <3 i got what i needed from them and theyre too heavily emotionally charged to ever even see something related to them online dksbdks theyre good though! (i think)

papyrus ⇢ if you put your 'on repeat' playlist on shuffle, what's the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?

Bones by Radiohead - The Bends is my favorite Radiohead album! this song + this album i associate with being a teenager and going to concert in cities, all the people id meet, orange streetlights coming back home all exhausted, and the explosive childlike excitment i feel in my chest from concerts and social interaction :] a big lover of people and very grateful for all the kind people ive ever met <3

[tennessee-igetlow]

About Me!

I'm Olly, I'm 14 (for now) and from England (unfortunately), and this is my third tumblr account ever (we do not talk about the other ones) but this is my first time actually trying to be active, yay! Some things about me are that I'm in a band and love playing guitar and singing, and write my own songs, I like to crochet and just make things in general, and I like going on walks!

Click below for (un)interesting stuff 👀

Interests:

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General:

I am a nerd about a lottt of things, I love music, I love video games, and I like being a fandom weirdo. I like watching Dan and Phil too :3.

Music:

Manic Street Preachers, The velvet Underground, Dead Kennedys <3

Also....:

The Smiths, Operation Ivy, Will Wood, Green Day, Against Me!, Car Seat Headrest, Lou Reed, Tally Hall, Pulp, Ramones, Mitski, Echo & The Bunnymen, My Chemical Romance, David Bowie, Radiohead, The Clash, Subhumans, Misfits, Shauna Dean Cokeland, The Cure, Nirvana, Crass, John Cale, Joy Division, Bad Religion, Descendents, Stiff Little Fingers, Limp Wrist, G.L.O.S.S., Sonic Youth, Rancid, Conflict, Minor Threat, Titus Andronicus, Reagan Youth, Suede, Fall Out Boy, Silverchair, Bauhaus, & Sisters Of Mercy

Films:

Dead Poets Society, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, What We Do in the Shadows <3

Also....:

Cornetto Trilogy, Pink Flamingos, The Man Who Fell To Earth, Rocky Horror Picture Show, Shock Treatment, all the star treks, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Dog Day Afternoon, The Breakfast Club, My Best Friend is a Vampire, Ghostwatch, American Psycho, The Machinist, Mysterious Skin, Little Miss Sunshine, Pride, As You Are, Jojo Rabbit, Trainspotting, Rumble Fish, Christine

TV:

House MD, The Mighty Boosh, Torchwood <3

Also....:

Black Books, Community, Garth Marenghi's Darkplace, Ghosts, Good Omens, The IT Crowd, Misfits, Our Flag Means Death, Patrick Melrose, Peep Show, Sherlock, Star Trek once again, Toast of London, What We Do in the Shadows, Mythic Quest

I don't have a dni or anything just be chill, and that's all really! :3

[itsmyfriendisaac]

The Adventures Of Priscilla, Queen Of The Desert   (1994)

The Assassination of Gianni Versace   (2018)

Beautiful Thing   (1996)

Before Night Falls   (2000)

Big Eden   (2000)

Breaking The Surface: The Greg Louganis Story   (1997)

Burlesk King   (1999)

But I’m A Cheerleader   (1999)

C.R.A.Z.Y.   (2005)

The Children's Hour   (1961)

The Death & Life of John F. Donovan   (2018)

Death In Venice   (1971)

The Devil Wears Prada   (2006)

The Doom Generation   (1995)

Dragon Ball Z   (1989)

Every Day   (2010)

Fame   (1980)

Front Cover   (2015)

The Fruit Machine   (1988)

Fuccbois   (2019)

Happy Together   (1997)

Hard Paint   (2018)

Head On   (1998)

Heartbeats   (2010)

Holiday Heart   (2000)

A Home At The End Of The World   (2004)

Hustler White   (1996)

I Killed My Mother   (2009)

In Bed With Madonna   (1991)

It's Only The End Of The World   (2016)

Johns   (1996)

Just Friends   (2018)

The King & The Clown   (2005)

Kinky Boots   (2005)

La Mission  (2009)

Less Than Zero   (1987)

Life Like   (2019)

Lost In Paradise   (2011)

The Love Of Siam   (2007)

Ma Vie En Rose    (1997)

Mambo Italiano   (2003)

Marry My Dead Body   (2022)

Matthias & Maxime   (2019)

Method   (2017)

Moonlight   (2016)

The Mudge Boy   (2003)

My Beautiful Laundrette   (1985)

My Own Private Idaho   (1991)

Mysterious Skin   (2004)

A Nightmare On Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge   (1985)

No Ordinary Love   (1994)

No Regret    (2006)

North Of 60   (1992)

Now Apocalypse   (2019)

The Object Of My Affection   (1998)

Pariah   (2011)

Paris Is Burning   (1990)

The Perks Of Being A Wallflower   (2012)

Philadelphia   (1993)

Pride   (2014)

Priest   (1994)

Rebel Without A Cause   (1955)

Saint Laurent   (2014)

Salmonberries   (1991)

Shameless   (2011)

Soldier’s Girl    (2003)

Tinta Bruta   (2018)

To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar   (1995)

Tom At The Farm   (2013)

The Torch Song Trilogy   (1988)

Totally Fucked Up   (1993)

Trick   (1999)

Truth Or Dare   (1991)

Uncle Frank   (2020)

Ugly Betty   (2006)

Velvet Goldmine   (1998)

We The Animals   (2018)

Wildhood   (2021)

54: The Director’s Cut   (2015)

[fandomsfeelsandfanfics]

school dances suck. remus lupin x reader

summary. remus goes to the yule ball hoping you’ll be there after weeks of trying unsuccessfully to ask you, you go with very similar intentions in mind. however, dances really aren’t “things” either of you particularly enjoy so you skip it together.

word count. 2k.

warning(s). smoking which is bad, one (1) singular curse word, mutual pining (😎).

a/n. basically, this was heavily inspired by the vibe of the perks of being a wallflower so yeah, that’s all.

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   Remus realized he probably should’ve stayed in his dorm. It was a realization that came all too late as he’d already forced himself into a stuffy suit just to spend most of the night leaning against the wall, watching everyone else dance. 

   He thought that was a good enough way to pass the time. And some part of him hoped that leaning against the wall alone made him look aloof and mysterious, as if everything about him didn’t exude the exact opposite of that. As it turned out, people watching was boring and amounted to ultimately nothing when there wasn’t someone there with him to make sarcastic comments with.

   There was also the fact that there was nothing at all that interested him about the dance or most of its participants. The Great Hall was packed full of students and the air was so sticky Remus could hardly breathe. It was mass of bodies writhing along to whatever song the band was playing. Remus couldn’t say he recognized it. 

   He could barely make out the faces in the crowd. He could only spot James and Lily because Lily’s hair stood out as they danced in small circles with Lily’s head on his shoulder. Sirius, he knew, had already left with some Ravenclaw girl he’d picked up. 

   At least James and Sirius were having a nice night. 

   Remus’ eyes roamed across the crowd again. It wasn’t as if he were looking for anyone in particular. No, that would betray his mysterious and aloof disposition. He was simply gazing and if he happened to spot the one person he’d been hoping to see all night, well then, what a happy coincidence that would be. 

   It had been an off-chance really. He had no certainty that you’d come but even the faint chance that he might run into you was enough for him. 

   He should’ve asked you. No one could say he never tried. On a few occasions, he’d walk up to you with this entire speech planned and then you’d turn to look at him and he’d go completely blank. He’d stutter out some awkward small talk before excusing himself and then he’d keep himself awake that nighthaunted by how absolutely stupid he had been.

   He’d at least managed to ask you if you were coming and, of course, you just shrugged. He didn’t want to push the matter so he just took that as your answer. 

   He’d thought about it a thousand times, if he was being honest. Whenever he got the dorm alone, which was rare, he’d stand in front of the mirror practicing how he’d “accidentally” bump into you and would ask you for a dance. But, granted, he’d also practiced asking you to the Yule Ball so chances were asking you to dance would go just about the same. 

   If you’d even show up. He’d spent hours pondering what exactly your shrug meant and concluded, mostly in an attempt to be optimistic, that it meant you would probably be coming. Despite the fact that it was just as likely that it meant you weren’t coming. And as it seems the latter happened to hold true. 

   He was about ready to leave, hoping that Sirius had not brought the Ravenclaw back to their dorm so that he could just get some sleep. That’s when you joined him on the wall. 

   He didn’t even notice you inching closer to him, too wrapped up in his endless spiral of overthinking. “Where are your buddies,” you asked him. 

   He turned to you so quickly you were surprised he didn’t have whiplash. You gave him a smile as he stood there trying to maintain his appearance of calm apathy. “They um...well, I’ve no idea where Sirius and Peter are but James is right over there with Lily.” 

   Your gaze followed the trail of his pointed finger, leaning into him for a better view of the dancing pair. “They’re a sweet couple, huh?”

   Remus nodded, taking a sip of his drink so he wouldn’t have to speak. He was afraid he’d say something absolutely stupid and would ruin what was beginning to be a good conversation. 

   You turned back to him, nudging him in the side gently. “So you decided to go stag?” 

   “Yeah, I...um, I guess you could say that. Are you,” he paused, trying to find the words, “here with anyone?” 

   “Well, wouldn’t you like to know.” You smirked, leaning in to him just slightly. “I’m not for the record.” 

   “Oh, okay. That’s good—no! I don’t mean that it’s good, I just mean...” You raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to finish his thought. He never did, instead he took another swig of his drink. 

   You both stood there, staring out into the crowd and not quite saying anything. It wasn’t exactly awkward, thankfully. Remus was just glad to have someone to stand there with him, it felt like company even if you weren’t talking. 

   But Remus knew just standing there wouldn’t be enough for the entire night. You’d get bored and wander off and he’d be alone again. He had to do something quick. Make his move, as Sirius had continually urged him to do. 

   It was nothing like he’d practiced. When you were actually in front of him, it was as if he couldn’t think and his tongue felt heavy so he couldn’t speak. But if he was going to ask you to dance, it was now or never. 

   He turned to you and at the exact same time you were doing the same. You locked eyes and shit. 

   Remus hadn’t even had time to notice the black dress you were wearing. It was strappy and simple and so very you, which is what made it beautiful, and he didn’t want to stare like a creep but it really did suit you. And that was it. Remus’ brain shortcircuited and he was left there staring at you with his mouth hung open like a drooling idiot. 

   You spoke for him. “Hey, do you maybe wanna get out of here?” 

   Remus smiled. It wasn’t exactly what he’d expected but leaving this ridiculous dance and with you was so much better than anything he could’ve imagined. 

   “Merlin, yes.” 

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   Again, Remus wasn’t a creep. It was something he prided himself on but also something he had to keep reminding himself whenever he was with you. He stared an unreasonable amount but who could blame him. 

   You’d snuck him up to the very top of the Astronomy tower where you could be alone. You sat down on the wall looking out at the grounds and smoking a cigarette which Remus had lit. You blew smoke into the night sky and Remus was captivated by the way the moon bounced off your skin. There was something to be said about the moon illuminating a beautiful face and making it all the more beautiful. 

   You turned to Remus and he tried to look away quickly as if he hadn’t been looking in the first place. As if you couldn’t feel him looking that entire time. You smiled at him and decided not to embarrass him by pointing it out, no matter how much you liked it when he squirmed. It was adorable but you didn’t feel like messing with him tonight. 

   “You smoke,” you asked him. He looked back up at you. 

   “From time to time, yes.” You held out your cigarette to him and he took it between his fingers savoring the moment your fingers brushed his momentarily. There was a stain from your lipstick on the edge of the cigarette. 

   He took a hit, blowing the smoke out of the side of his mouth and coughing a bit. You slid down the wall you were sitting on to join him on the floor. 

   He passed the cigarette back to you. “You’ll get your dress dirty.” You shrugged, placing the cigarette neatly between your lips.  

   “I hate school dances, you know?” 

   “Me too. They’re just so awkward, there should be a permanent ban on them.” You laughed and Remus was glad to have made you do so. You had a pretty smile and an even prettier laugh. 

   “Yeah, school dances suck.” Silence settled between you once again and Remus watched the way you played with the hem of your dress. He wanted to do something, to reach out and touch you maybe or say something funny and make you laugh again but none of that seemed right. 

   Instead, he folded his hands in his laps and stared at them. 

   “I came hoping I’d see you, Remus.” Remus lifted his head up, looking at you. He was almost certain he hadn’t heard you properly. 

   “Me?” His eyebrows furrowed because no, that couldn’t be right. You were staring out at the moon, not wanting to meet his eye but you nodded.

   “Yeah, I was hoping I’d see you there. I wouldn’t have come otherwise.” Remus couldn’t believe the words you were saying, he felt like he was dreaming. 

   “I...um,” you continued. You looked at him. “I got a few offers from some other people in our class but I was hoping you’d ask me so I turned them down.” Remus had never heard you speak so softly before. You always spoke with a certain level of confidence that he’d always admired but now you seemed so small. 

   “I should’ve asked you. I wanted to, I swear.” You got to your feet, leaning against the wall propped up on your forearms so you wouldn’t have to look at him. 

   “Then why didn’t you?” You blew out a plume of smoke, shaking the ash from the edge of the cigarette. 

   Remus stood and practically ran to your side. “I-I don’t know. I guess I just psyched myself out every time I tried and I was nervous you might say no.” 

   You smiled because there was absolutely no way you would’ve said no. “How do you know unless you try?” You snubbed out what remained of your cigarette before throwing it over the edge of the tower. You looked at him and it took everything in him not to go red from the intensity of the look you gave him. 

   “I don’t know. I just thought...you’re totally out of my league, so I figured...” He ended his sentence with a shrug. You scoffed at him. 

   “If you think I give a shit about ‘leagues’ then you must not know me very well. I like you, Remus Lupin.” Remus once again found himself at a loss for words because wow is that not how he expected this night to go. 

   “I...I like you too. I’ve liked you for the longest times.” You gave him a disbelieving look and he continued. “No, seriously, I-I’ve just never known how to tell you because whenever I’m around you it’s just hard to think or speak or do anything besides look at you.” 

   You laughed. “So you were just going to keep thinking about it but never do anything?” 

   He stuffed his hands in his pockets, not knowing what to do with them. “Yeah, sorta.” 

   You shook your head. “Remus, you can’t live like that. If you wait your entire life for the right moment or for what you want to just miraculously land in your lap then you’ll miss every good thing you could’ve had. And then you’re just left with regrets?” 

   You were right. He didn’t want to get old and have only what-ifs and what-could’ve-beens. He wanted memories and moments he couldn’t forget. And right now, at that very moment, he wanted you. He wanted to kiss you very badly. He didn’t want to think about kissing you or practice kissing you in the mirror, he just wanted to do it. 

   So he did.

   His hands came up to either side of your face and as if you were anticipating it, your hands rose to meet his. His mouth was on yours as he pushed you back against the wall that surrounded the top of the tower. And if he got flustered talking to you, it was nothing compared to kissing you. He felt dizzy and hot all over but he didn’t want to stop. 

   He pulled away, trying to catch his breath. “How’s that for impulsive,” he said breathlessly. 

   You laughed, laying your forehead against his chest. “Not bad, Lupin. Not bad.” 

[skinsharpenedteeth]

No clue what to call this one...

It’s PunkRock!Michael and Emo!Alex AU that pretty much no one asked for. That being said, it’s for @litwitlady per our previous conversation about the subtle difference with punk and emo kids.  As a warning, it fluff n smut.

              The ground vibrated under Alex Manes bright red converse and he wondered if he’d be able to hear anything once this night was over. He’d found the furthest wall and decided to hold it up for the evening as he waited for Maria to get done with her one-woman-mission to fuck SOMEONE in this derelict house that operated as a “music venue”. All the rooms were lit with harsh yellow lighting, bereft of all but the most untrustworthy looking furniture, and there were dents and holes in walls all over the place. Alex was a little afraid the second floor would cave in at some point and he’d have to find out that people actually lived here.

Looking back up towards the corner of what was once considered the dining room of the house, he was happy to see that he couldn’t see Maria anymore. Maybe she’d gotten lucky faster than he’d figured she would and soon they’d be able to get out of here. But that might still take a while, so Alex slid down the wall and took out the book he’d been reading about the perks of being a wallflower. He noted someone coming to stand next to him in this periphery but didn’t look up. He didn’t want to engage anyone here and the bouncing of their leg by his shoulder made him sure they weren’t looking to engage him either since they seemed to be enjoying the band.

               When the band finally wound down, the figure that had been standing next to him practically fell onto the floor in a heap of legs and elbows. He turned to look and saw it was Michael Guerin, probably the most serious, mysterious, hard core punk kid at his school. His blonde curly hair had been streaked with green and slicked back from his face. He didn’t wear any make-up like some of the punk kids did or Alex himself for that matter. He had on a D.A.R.E. shirt with the sides and sleeves ripped off which showed off his lithe, strong body when he slumped forward. The shirt was tucked into tight black jeans with safety pinned holes up and down the legs. He wore the rattiest shit-kicker boots Alex had ever seen which were covered with patches, pins, and spikes. He’d left his spiked bracelets and collar that he’d worn at school at home for the evening and Alex felt like he was almost seeing him naked. Which wasn’t unwelcome because for all Michael Guerin’s faults, being unattractive was not among them.

              “Having fun?” Michael asked, looking over at him in between nodding and slapping hands with various people milling around in the crowd. The band was breaking down their gear and everyone was moving to other parts of the house or out into the yard between acts. Alex pursed his lips at him and went back to his book. He was sure he was just fucking with him. Michael Guerin didn’t make small talk. He mostly just stalked the halls and kept his head down in classes. Alex couldn’t look at him without rolling his eyes sometimes, he was such a cliché.

              “I, uh, don’t think I’ve seen you at many of these. Thought you liked fuckin’ Panic! At the Disco and shit…” he continued, sneaking looks over at Alex. Alex sighed through his nose loudly. Apparently, they were going to do this tonight.

              “I’m here with Maria,” Alex finally responded, still not looking up from the book he was frankly only pretending to read at this point.

              “Oh? I saw her leave with one of the guitarists from the first band. Was she your ride?” Michael asked, sounding nervous. Alex did look at him then, trying to see if he was just fucking with him or if he was being sincere. When he decided he couldn’t tell, he dug his phone out of his back pocket and saw a missed call and a text from Maria.

>Found something strange and hopefully wonderful. Won’t be back tonight.

              “God fucking damnit, Maria,” Alex exclaimed, almost throwing his phone in frustration.

              “So I guess that’s a yes?” Michael asked a little sheepishly.

              “This is why you never see me at these things. I don’t have a fucking car and my ride likes to fuck strangers and ends up deserting me. I fucking know better. Ugh, fucking Maria,” he raged. Michael watched him at it for a while. Meanwhile the other band had finished setting up and people were starting to filter back into the room. Alex looked around at the people and groaned, just wanting to leave and get out of here.

              “Hey, come on. Let’s go outside. It’s about to get loud,” Michael suggested, standing up and offering Alex his hand. Alex absently noted that his fingernails were painted, though the polish was cheap and had already chipped off in several places. At the first screech of feedback from the amps, Alex grabbed his hand and let Michael pull him up. He shoved the paperback into his back pocket and looked Guerin in the eyes, feeling a fluttery feeling in his chest when their eyes met. He was a bit surprised when Michael didn’t immediately drop his hand, but instead held it while leading him through the dingy kitchen and out to the backyard area. A group of smokers hung around the door chatting and they called ‘Hey-o!’ in excitement when they saw Michael. He waved and grinned at them but kept tugging Alex with him until they were past the property line. Apparently, someone had found a couch on the side of the road and had moved it out into the undeveloped desert behind the house to stare out at the dark nothing beyond. When they reached the front of the couch Michael finally let go of his hand and flopped down on the cushions at one end with a sigh.

              “Uh, what are we doing?” Alex asked, looking over his shoulder to see if anyone had followed them. He shuffled a little and stared down at the orange and white plaid couch dubiously.

              “We’re hanging out. Chill, sit down, enjoy the night with me. We’ll still be able to hear the band from here,” he added, patting the spot next to him.

              “Oh, goody,” Alex remarked sarcastically before sitting himself down on the cushion farthest from Michael’s. He still didn’t quite trust his intentions, but he was glad to be out of the house. They could, in fact, here the band still, but the lyrics were muffled and it almost sounded like the songs had a melody this far out.

              “So, what’s up with the finger bruises on your arm?” Michael asked, pointing towards where Alex’s shirt sleeves had ridden up when he’d finally sat down. “Girlfriend like to get a little rough?”

              “Uhh…. That would be pretty remarkable since I’m totally gay and you know it. Like, everyone knows it,” Alex accused, deflecting his question about the bruises. He didn’t want to talk about his problems with strangers. As hot as this guy was, he was still a stranger. Michael smiled widely at him.

              “I didn’t know if that was a rumor or what, man,” he replied easily, seeming to take Alex’s correction in stride. For some reason that threw Alex off. He’d been waiting for an attack.

              “Oh,” Alex said, feeling a little deflated, “Well, it’s not. I’m gay. Does that make you want to run back to the party? Afraid someone will see you out here with the emo faggot?”

              Michael’s smile fell and he looked a little insulted. Alex almost apologized, but he didn’t owe this punk anything and he kind of wanted to see how he reacted to some pushing. His tone was less congenial when he finally answered.

              “I don’t give a fuck who you’re into. Love is love. What I do want to know is who the fuck keeps bruising you up all the time? Those aren’t love taps I saw on your ribs the other day in the locker room and you don’t skate or play sports. Who’s fucking you up?”

              He sounded mad, indignant on behalf of a stranger. On behalf of Alex, who was not used anyone giving a shit about him. It was a new feeling for Alex to have someone pay that much attention to him and care that he was being hurt. But he couldn’t just say ‘My dad knocks me around because I crave cock and hate the military’ so he kept his mouth shut and Michael watched him stay silent, watched him tense up with his shoulders closer to his ears and wrap his arms around his body. He obviously wasn’t going to say anything so Michael tried a different tactic.

              “The foster family I’m with right now… they’re alright. But the family I was with before them? Fucking meth heads. And meth heads get mean when they’re coming down,” Michael said, turning and pulling his shirt over his head to show Alex his back. There were long thin grooves over the middle of his back and little round scars like burns. “Not all that is the meth heads. The long scars were from the religious zealots I got put with a couple years ago. Being exorcised isn’t fun, but the lead up was worse.”

              Alex stared at the skin in horrified fascination, moving closer to see them better in the faint light of the moon. Before he knew what he was doing, he was reaching out to trace along one of the scars with his fingers, but at the last minute came to his senses and brought his hand back.

              “That’s awful, Michael,” Alex whispered. Michael pulled his shirt back down and turned to him, a bittersweet smile on his face.

              “Well, it’s all healed over now. Right now, no ones hurting me. So, who’s hurting you? Are you getting bullied? I know that Valenti kid is a fucking homophobic piece of shit jock bully, but if he’s literally beating you up I will get my boys and we’ll tear his ass in two,” Michael threatened with passion. Alex looked at him, feeling his face soften at how serious Michael was.

              “You can���t defend me like that. Kyle’s a fucking jerk, but he’s not doing this. It’s..uh… It’s my dad. He’s the one hitting me,” Alex admitted quietly. Somewhere in the middle of his confession, he had started to find his own hands fascinating. So fascinating he couldn’t look up to see Michael’s expression over his confession, but instead just kept watching the way his skin pulled taut when he interlaced them and twisted one way or the other. One of Michael’s hands came into his view then and covered his own, stopping their anxious twisting. Alex froze and waited.  He didn’t know what reaction he was hoping for but he felt himself bracing for it.

              “Do you have somewhere to go to get away from him?” Michael asked, his voice now quiet next to Alex’s ear. The hand not on Alex’s came to rest between his shoulder blades, thumb rubbing soothing circles through the cotton of his shirt. Alex felt his body relax a fraction, slumping a little as he realized he wasn’t about to be attacked.

              “Yeah, yeah. I have friends who will let me stay with them,” Alex managed to get out through the thickness in his throat.

              “Add me to that list,” Michael said. Alex’s head jerked up to look at him and he realized he was only a couple breaths away from him. “I’m serious. Add me to the list of people you can call if you need an out. I’ve got a truck, I’ll come get you. No questions asked, nothing owed.”

              “You don’t know me, Guerin,” Alex said in the stillness between them. He couldn’t stop his gaze from moving from his perfect hazel eyes down to his lips. He suddenly knew he wanted to kiss this guy. Whatever happened after was fine, but he wanted to do something reckless. Michael was pushing a long piece of hair back behind Alex’s ear and looking at him fondly and it made Alex’s gut clench with want.

              “Sometimes people do nice things without an expectations. It’s been known to happen,” he replied. Alex nodded and swallowed, suddenly filled with nerves again, though for a very different reason than before.

He saw Michael watching him, watching the way his eyes kept darting down to look at his lips, watching the way he mirrored licking them with his own. Slowly Michael leaned forward, closing the distance between them and pressed his lips against Alex’s. Alex was cupping his jaw and keeping him close before Michael could back away and end the kiss. Alex opened his lips, his tongue lickeding over Michael’s in a request and a question. This wasn’t Alex’s first kiss, but it was the first one he was adamant about pursuing further. Michael hummed deep in his throat and opened to Alex’s advances, letting him explore his mouth with his tongue before doing the same with his own. Alex felt breathless and elated. He didn’t care that the music in the background was hardcore punk being played so badly Syd Vicious would be rolling over in his grave. He didn’t care that he was kissing Michael on a dirty, half rotten couch out in the desert where anyone could see them and tell his father what he’d been doing with another boy. He didn’t care that Maria had left him to fend for himself so she could chase boys. This half-crazed make out session with Michael Guerin was making it the best night of his life so far.

              Maybe it was the lack of oxygen or the adrenaline of being seen by someone he’d never admitted to himself that he’d always been hyperaware of, but Alex couldn’t stop his hands from falling from Michael’s jaw and starting to grope at the skin exposed by the open sides of Michael’s shirt. In response, Michael turned his body and started to pull Alex until he was sitting straddled across his lap. Then it was Michael’s turn to slip his hands under the hem of Alex’s shirt and let his hands slide over the muscles of his back and waist. When it became too much, Alex finally broke their never-ending kiss to gasp air into his lungs. Michael didn’t miss a beat, his mouth attaching itself to Alex’s neck with sucking, stinging kisses that made Alex want to go crazy.

              “Fuck,” Alex groaned when he felt Michael’s fingers start to slip past the waist band of his jeans. It was so hot to feel him against his skin. It was too much, though, just too much with someone he’d really just been introduced to. “Wait, wait, wait! We gotta slow down…”

              Michael groaned and buried his head against Alex’s shoulder, hands immediately coming out from under his shirt and wrapping him up in a hug. Alex slowly withdrew his own hands, resting them on Michael’s shoulders while they both calmed down and regained their breath.

              “Sorry,” Michael murmured against his shirt before lifting his head and giving him a quick, close-mouthed kiss. “Sorry.”

              Alex smiled and laughed a little, rubbing his hands up and down Michael’s upper arms while he gathered himself. He was nervous about having stopped them, but he was still so fucking happy about what had happened.

              “It’s okay. All of that was okay, I just… Where did this come from? You don’t even know me, you’ve never talked to me at school or even, like, acknowledged my presence…” Alex said, eyes flickering over Michael’s face. He saw the way his expression went soft and slightly incredulous.

              “I may not know your favorite color, but I’ve wanted to kiss your emo eyeliner wearing ass since my first day at Roswell High. You’re always being so snarky and bratty to everyone and then when you’re with your friends? Your smile lights up the place and it’s so rare to see, but so fucking beautiful. It’s just… man, fuck school. Fuck those people. Fuck the kids, fuck the adults, fuck the institution. They’re answering just enough of the questions to keep us from asking more. It’s a fucking joke. I’m not in the right headspace at school. You’re about the only good thing about showing up every day. Just seeing you makes me hate humanity a little less.”

              Alex felt the heat of a blush infusing his face, but he also couldn’t stop smiling. This guy. This fucking guy.

              “Your,uh… your smile is pretty great too. I think tonight’s the first time I’ve even ever seen you smile,” Alex commented, his arms wrapping comfortably around Michael’s neck. Michael’s lips widened into a cheesy approximation of a smile that really just showed all his teeth with his lips pulled back while he crossed his eyes.

              “Oh my God, staaahhhp,” Alex said laughing at the stupid face. When Michael let his features relax back to normal, Alex darted in and kissed him. He meant for it to be one kiss, but it quickly turned into more as the heat which had been banked earlier, now came back to life with more energy.

              “Can we lay down? My legs are going to sleep,” Michael mumbled between kisses against Alex’s lips. Alex jumped and was about to scramble back and off his legs when he felt Michael’s hands under his butt and then he was being tilted backwards until his back rested against the cushions.

              “I shudder to think what’s on these pillows,” Alex grumbled even as he widened his legs and let Michael sink between them to rest his body against Alex’s. The weight and friction felt amazing. He suddenly didn’t care about the scratchy upholstery where his shirt at ridden up his back. He just wanted Michael’s mouth back on his and to keep feeling his body writhing on top of him.

              “You want to add to the mess?” Michael asked after breaking their kiss, raising an eyebrow and smiling mischievously. Alex looked at him confused for a moment and then his eyes followed Michael’s hand as it slid down to his own jeans, flicking the button open and leaving his hand on the zipper tongue. Alex’s eyes widened and he shot up to meet Michael in a kiss before glancing back down between them. It was so hot. He could tell Michael wasn’t wearing any underwear and his pants were almost painfully tight against his own body. “Alex?”

              “Fuck, yes. So much yes. All the yes. Enthusiastic conset given,” Alex babbled between kisses, his hands sliding down to start undoing his own jeans. Michael’s hand followed his, pushing his away so he could cup Alex through the black cotton of his boxer briefs. Alex felt like he could come just from that. His body was vibrating, breath caught in his throat as he gasped at the feeling of someone else’s hand so close to his own dick. He wanted to reciprocate. He wanted to touch Michael back so with shaky hands, he slowly pulled down Michael’s zipper and pushed aside the fabric of his pants. He felt the velvety skin against the back of his hand and then he pulled it out. Michael was uncircumcised. Alex felt like he knew this somewhere in his hind brain from talk or the locker room showers or something, but it was different when it was something you glanced while trying to hide as much of your own body as possible. Now it was thick and heavy in his hand. The foreskin moved in such a hypnotic way as Alex pulled and then pushed gently until he could see the wet, spongey head of Michael’s cock. It was giving him all sorts of scary, wonderful ideas of things he wanted to do and try that was definitely way too fast for a random hook up on a murder couch.

              “Does it freak you out?” Michael asked, voice a little breathy as he held still and let Alex play with him. Alex shook his head slowly, still watching his own hand as he jacked Michael’s cock, thumb swiping and spreading the precome over the head. Finally, Alex’s brain came back online and he looked up into Michael face. His eyes had closed and his mouth hung slightly slack. He looked like he was in pain, but he was enjoying every second of it. Alex didn’t stop his hand movements as he raised himself up enough to capture Michael’s bottom lip between his own. Immediately Michael responded, returning the kiss hungrily. His hand had stayed over Alex’s underwear, but now he pulled and tugged at the offending garment until he could get it far enough down to sit under Alex’s balls.

              “OOhhhhh my God,” Alex cried out as Michael’s hand finally grasped flesh and he was overwhelmed by the heat of his hand and the roughness of his skin.

              “You alright?” Michael asked, keeping his hand still to make sure Alex was still game. Alex nodded and sank back down against the sofa cushions. Michael was giving him a curious look from where he was holding himself up on one arm. Alex laughed a little and moved his hand to grip the back of Michael’s neck fondly.

              “That feels so much better when someone else is doing it,” Alex admitted a little shyly. Alex was afraid this was going to become a Conversation, but thankfully Michael just smiled softly at him and moved back down onto his forearm so he could kiss Alex while still having enough room between their bodies for their hands. Michael’s hand was a little dry on him, but he didn’t care. It still felt amazing and everytime their knuckles bumped against each other a zing of pleasure rocketed up his spine. He was doing this to someone else. Someone else was touching him. It was a-fucking-mazing. He started to feel a familiar tightness beginning in his core, his body winding itself tighter before it let go. He broke away from Michael’s mouth, panting and making pained little “Ah” sounds against his cheek.

              “Fuck, Michael, I’m about to—I’m going to—” he was trying to get out, even as his vision narrowed and his body became a singular being of exquisite pleasure. He felt Michael’s mouth cover his and then his own hand was wet as well. When it was over they laid there, panting against each other and then Michael tipped sideways to wall onto his side between Alex and the back of the couch.

              “Shit,” Michael said succinctly, cheek against Alex’s shoulder and breath still short. Alex just nodded and looked down at himself. There was come all over his shirt. His come, Michael’s come, marring the black in white, viscous stripes.

              “Shit,” he repeated after Michael, his voice less in awe now that it was time for clean up. Michael looked down at his shirt and honest to god giggled a little. He brought his come covered hand up and wiped it over a clean expanse of Alex’s tee.

              “Hey! I gotta wear this home!” Alex exclaimed, battling Michael’s hand away.

              “No you don’t. Follow me to my truck, I’ll let you borrow a shirt. This one is fucking toast,” Michael snickered. Alex looked down again and had to agree. Soon after, they tucked themselves back up into their jeans and got off the couch. Alex found himself a little wobbly after the high of an orgasm. Michael caught him with a hand on waist and kissed his cheek.

              “You get a little come drunk. Noted for next time.”

              “So there will be a next time?” Alex asked, suddenly finding he was nervous to hear the answer.

              “If you want there to be a next time, then yeah,” Michael said, holding out his hand to take Alex’s. Alex looked at it for a second and then up at Michael’s guileless face. He smiled then and reached his hand out to hold onto Michael’s. They slowly made their way around the outside of the house where the music was still rattling the glass panes left in the windows and out to the street where Michael had parked his truck. Alex stripped off his shirt and handed it off to Michael as Michael pawed through a backpack of clothes he kept under the passenger’s seat. Finally, he passed over a black Misfits shirt. When Alex put it on he noticed it smelled like rain, dust, and sage brush. It wasn’t a bad smell and in fact made him want to bury his nose in the collar to train it to memory. It was how Michael smelled and that wasn’t a bad thing.

              “Want a ride home?” Michael asked a little shyly as he tugged the bottom of his shirt on Alex’s body in some attempt to ‘straighten it’.

              “Sure,” Alex agreed, climbing in the passenger’s seat and buckling in. Michael closed his door for him and ran over to the driver’s side, climbing in and starting up the car. As soon as they were on the road, Alex slid his hand over the seat between them in a silent request for Michael to hold his hand. With a quick smile, Michael did.

[parrishh]

challenge: top ten things!🌟

i was tagged by @mollyweasly​ (tysm!) to list my favorites!

movies: 1. school of rock (2003) 2. clueless (1995) 3. heathers (1988) 4. (500) days of summer (2009) 5. ever after (1998) 6. love actually (2003) 7. a goofy movie (1995) 8. grease (1978) 9. she’s the man (2006) 10. the swan princess (1994)

books: 1. the harry potter series by jk rowling (ootp is my favorite) 2. ella enchanted by gail carson levine 3. stargirl by jerry spinelli 4. extremely loud and incredibly close by jonathan safran foer 5. the perks of being a wallflower by stephen chbosky 6. flipped by wendelin van draanen 7. the children of noisy village by astrid lindgren 8. i’ll give you the sun by jandy nelson 9. matilda by roald dahl 10. the mysterious benedict society by trenton lee stewart

music songs/artists: 1. the maine 2. waterparks 3. red hot chili peppers 4. catfish & the bottlemen 5. beach weather 6. harry styles 7. ABBA 8. the 1975 9. COIN 10. all time low

tv shows: 1. LOST (2004-2010) 2. one tree hill (2003-2012) 3. once upon a time (2011-2018) 4. criminal minds (2005-2020) 5. american horror story (2011-) 6. bones (2005-2017) 7. degrassi: the next generation (2001-2015) 8. skins UK (2007-2013) 9. stranger things (2016-) 10. the haunting of hill house (2018-) tagging: newest mutuals! just want to say hi, no pressure at all @cptn-brie @mattiboyd @lamefoy @kirxke @autunmsonata

[jondalars]

 movies, tv shows, and books of 2020

((* is a rewatch/reread; currently watching; can’t get through))

Watership Down by Richard Adams

Archaeology by Walter Shepherd

The Discovery of the Tomb of Tutankhamen by Howard Carter, A.C. Mace

Hot Rod (2007)

Dare Me (s1)

Secret Societies: A History by Arkon Daraul

Ad Vitam (s1)

The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine Arden *

Лучше, чем люди (s1)

Don’t Look Now (1973)

Cheer (s1)

The Good Place (s4)

Despite the Falling Snow (2016)

The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999)

Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019)

Under the Skin (2014)

The Invitation (2016)

Hustlers (2019)

The Magicians (s5)

The Girl in the Tower by Katherine Arden

Mandy (2018)

Anne with an E (s3)

About Time (2013)

Spring Breakers (2012) *

God’s Own Country (2017)

Frances Ha (2012) *

The Beauty of the Husband by Anne Carson *

Blue Is the Warmest Colour (2013)

Y Tu Mamá También (2001)

The Argonauts by Maggie Nelson

American Honey (2016)

6 Balloons (2018)

It Comes at Night (2017)

The Peanut Butter Falcon (2019) & *

Berlin Syndrome (2017)

I, Claudius by Robert Graves *

Earthquake Bird (2019)

City of God (2002)

Click (2006)

The Society (s1*)

Roma (2018)

Bojack Horseman (s6)

Taylor Swift: Miss Americana (2020)

Ready or Not (2019)

From Dusk Till Dawn (s1*, s2, s3)

The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell

On the Beach by Nevil Shute

The Little Hours (2017)

Teeth (2008)

Altered Carbon (s1)

Horse Girl (2020)

The Lighthouse (2019)

Parasite (2019) *

Ragnarok (s1)

McMillions (s1)

To All the Boys: P.S. I Still Love You (2020)

Honey Boy (2019)

Claudius the God and His Wife Messalina by Robert Graves

The Farewell (2019)

Why Did I Ever by Mary Robison *

Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones *

Fathers and Sons by Ivan Turgenev

Good Time (2017) *

The Pianist (2002)

American Vandal (s1*, s2*)

The Engineer of Human Souls by Josef Škvorecký

Anna Karenina (2012) *

Shameless (s1*, s2*, s3*, s4*, s5*, s6*, s7*, s8, s9, s10)

The Inheritors by William Golding

Animal Farm by George Orwell *

The Trials of Gabriel Fernandez (s1)

Raising Arizona (1987) *

Freaks (2018)

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Lost Girls (2020)

Rat Race (2001) *

The Skeleton Twins (2014)

Pamela by Samuel Richardson

Memoirs of Hadrian by Marguerite Yourcenar

Driving Miss Daisy (1989)

Uncut Gems (2019)

Emma. (2020)

Emma (1996) *

Roswell, New Mexico (s2)

Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson

The Platform (2019)

Twin Peaks (s1)

Mansfield Park (1999) *

A Ghost Story (2017)

The Duchess (2008) *

20th Century Women (2016) *

A Single Man (2009) *

Tiger King: Murder, Mayhem and Madness (s1)

White Oleander by Janet Fitch *

Clue (1985) *

Summer Night (2019)

Groundhog Day (1993)

Outbreak (1995)

Myths Every Child Should Know by Hamilton Wright Mabie

The Leftovers (s1*, s2, s3)

The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012) *

Zombieland: Double Tab (2019)

Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales trans. H. Oskar Sommer

Lives of Celebrated Female Sovereigns and Illustrious Women by Mrs. Anna Jameson

Twilight (2008) *

The Social Network (2010) *

Law & Order: SVU (s2, s3, s4, s20)

Little Women (2019)

New Moon (2009) *

Lucy's Child: The Discovery of a Human Ancestor by Donald C. Johanson & James Shreeve

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen *

For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway

Love Wedding Repeat (2020)

The Big Sick (2017) *

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins *

Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins *

Emma by Jane Austen *

Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins *

National Treasure (2004) *

The Hating Game by Sally Thorne *

The Death of Stalin (2017) *

The Girl with All the Gifts (2016)

Alexander the Great by Paul Cartledge

Upload (s1)

Secondhand Time: The Last of the Soviets by Svetlana Alexievitch

The Bling Ring (2013) *

Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon

Killing Eve (s3)

Normal People by Sally Rooney

Contagion (2011)

Can You Keep a Secret? (2019)

Trick Mirror: Reflections on Self-Delusion by Jia Tolentino

Notting Hill (1999) *

The Host (2013) *

Joker (2019)

The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The Selection by Kiera Cass

Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

The Elite by Kiera Cass

The One by Kiera Cass

Seberg (2019)

Inception (2010) *

The Princess Bride (1987) *

The Lovebirds (2020)

Moonstruck (1987)

Galavant (s1*, s2*)

Underworld (2003)

The Master (2012)

Waco (s1)

The Awakening by Kate Chopin *

East of Eden by John Steinbeck

Man Up (2015) *

The Haunting of Hill House (s1*)

Democracy by Joan Didion *

Community (s1*, s2*, s3*, s4*, s5*, s6)

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath *

Hannibal (s1)

Plainwater: Essays and Poetry by Anne Carson *

Before I Fall (2017)

The Disaster Artist (2017) *

Anna Karenina: Vronsky’s Story (s1)

Love (s1, s2, s3)

Avatar: The Last Airbender (s1, s2, s3)

Persuasion by Jane Austen **

I Am Not Your Negro (2016)

Dovlatov (2018)

The Politician (s2)

Rant by Chuck Palahniuk *

13th (2016) *

Uptown Girls (2003) *

Lovesick (s1 ,s2, s3)

Crash Landing on You (s1 & *)

Clueless (1995)

Well-Intended Love (s2)

Athlete A (2020)

Dark (s3)

The Half of It (2020)

Guns Akimbo (2019)

Splice (2009)

The King: Eternal Monarch (s1)

Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro *

Are Prisons Obsolete? by Angela Y. Davis

The Old Guard (2020)

I May Destroy You (s1)

Blindspotting (2018)

Slouching Towards Bethlehem by Joan Didion *

She’s the Man (2006) *

Marina Abramovic: The Artist is Present (2012)

Zodiac (2007) *

Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga (2020)

The Untamed (s1 & *)

The First Man in Rome by Colleen McCullough

A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara *

The Hater (2020)

Stay (2019)

The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold *

The Great (s1)

The Assistant (2019)

The Umbrella Academy (s2)

Straight Up (2019)

Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

Burning (2018)

True History of the Kelly Gang (2019)

Mo Dao Zu Shi by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

Mo Dao Zu Shi (s1, s2)

The Legend of Korra (s1, s2)

Nightcrawler (2014)

3% (s1*, s2, s3, s4)

The Runaways (2010) *

Midnight Sun by Stephenie Meyer

Sleepless in Seattle (1993)

My Best Friend’s Wedding (1997) *

#Alive (2020)

The Boys (s2)

Palm Springs (2020)

Normal People (s1)

Radioactive (2019)

Man of the Year (2006)

The Sirens of Titan by Kurt Vonnegut

Logan Lucky (2017)

Crush by Richard Siken *

The Babysitter: Killer Queen (2020)

Schitt’s Creek (s6, Best Wishes, Warmest Regards)

The Devil All the Time (2020)

Underworld by Don DeLillo

Happy Together (1997)

Hubie Halloween (2020)

American Murder: The Family Next Door (2020)

Prime Rewind: Inside The Boys (s1)

Deaf U (s1)

Don't F**k With Cats: Hunting an Internet Killer (s1)

28 Days (2000) *

Pride & Prejudice (2005) *

Borat Subsequent Moviefilm (2020)

The Iliad by Homer trans. Chase and Perry *

Murder Mystery (2019) *

War and the Iliad by Simone Weil and Rachel Bespaloff *

It’s Okay to Not be Okay (s1)

Holidate (2020)

The Princess Switch (2018)

Blackpink: Light Up the Sky (2020)

Sense and Sensibility (s1) ((2008))

Pride and Prejudice (s1*) ((1980))

A Christmas Prince (2017)

The Psychopath Test: A Journey Through the Madness Industry by Jon Ronson *

Catch Me If You Can: The True Story of a Real Fake by Frank W. Abagnale & Stan Redding *

Easy A (2010) *

Nine Plays of Chekov by Anton Chekov

Survivor (s1, s2, s3, s4, s5, s6, s7, s8, s9, s10, s11, s12, s13, s14, s15, s16, s17, s28)

Bad Teacher (2011)

Ocean’s Eleven (2001) *

Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson *

Happiest Season (2020)

Secrets of the Saqqara Tomb (2020)

The Princess Switch: Switched Again (2020)

The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe *

Cosmopolis by Don DeLillo *

100 Days My Prince (s1)

The Stranger by Albert Camus *

The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays by Albert Camus

The Wilds (s1)

[cosmovies]

What the hell do u mean u dont eat vegetables wtf. Also WHY is the concert u wana see REDACTED????? And whatre ur top 5 books, if theres a book series in that list then pick ur favourite from the series!

I don’t like vegetables they’re gross and were once in dirt and i’m not a fucking earthworm. i redacted harry styles bc my mutuals hate harry styles. anyway here are my top 5 books in no particular order except the first one bc that is actually my number one

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn

Salem’s Lot by Stephen King

Mysterious Skin by Scott Heim

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

[friendly-neighborhood-mess]

A Writer’s Questionnaire

I was tagged by @peterstrainingwheels a few days ago, sorry for responding until now. Thanks Caylee for tagging me <3

Short stories, novels, or poems?

As for writing, I normally write shorts stories, drabbles or one shots. And for reading, I love novels and I just started to give poetry a chance, ‘cause I was aware of it but never really got into it until recently.

What genre do you prefer reading?

Normally I look for a little bit of adventure or fantasy. I really like romance too but like Paper Towns or Eleanor and Park, that type. I like mystery too and the stories that go for your tears lmao.

What genre do you prefer writing?

I tend to go for the fluff haha.

Are you a planner or a write-as-I-go kind of person?

You know, it’s kind of a whole process ‘cause sometimes I could be like pooping and I get an idea and I run to write it on my drafts, but then when I sit down to really get to writing I get a lot of ideas on the way and I even throw away the ones that I had already so I guess it’s like a combination?

What music do you listen to while writing?

I have this playlist called “Writing mood” and it’s just songs that I listened at some point and thought “I could write with this”, so it’s not like a certain gender, it’s just what’s on that playlist haha.

Fave books/movies?

Books:

HARRY POTTER - J.K. Rowling (edit: this did not age well)

The little Prince - Antonie de Saint-Exupéry

The Perks of being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky

Wonder - Raquel Palacio

All the bright Places - Jennifer Niven

It’s kind of a funny story - Ned Vizzini

The Fault in our Stars - John Green 

Call me by your name - André Aciman

And those are the ones i can remember :b

Movies:

Love, Rosie

La La Land

Midnight in Paris

A Dog's Purpose 

The Hundred foot journey 

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse

Sing Street 

To the Bone

and the mcu...most of it.

Any current WIPs?

Yes! Actually I am working in a Series and on a little drabble.

If someone were to make a cartoon out of you, what would your standard outfit be?

Converse for sure, light blue ripped jeans and a t-shirt in a pastel color... basic af omg.

Create a character description for yourself?

Light brown wavy hair and pale skin that always finds a way to have rosy cheeks.  Big light brown eyes. Average height, funny and really really klutzy.

Do you like incorporating people you actually know into your writing?

I don’t do it a lot but I do take some personality characteristics from people I know heh.

Are you kill-happy with characters?

Well, the farthest I’ve gone is getting one of my characters shot but she survived, so... no?? :b

Slow or fast writer?

It depends on my mood, really. But if I have an idea and I can’t get it off my mind I can write the story pretty fast.

Where/who/what do you find inspiration from?

A lot of my friends shenanigans, music, a picture that’s says a lot and I just have to put it into words, a quote...

If you were put into a fantasy world, what would you be?

Hogwarts. Yep.

Most fave book cliché? Least fave book cliché?

Favorite cliché: when they both like each other but are too afraid to say it and there’s this whole flirting not really atmosphere and everyone reading it it’s just like KISS ALREADY but loving it too lmao (*caugh* cmbyn *caugh*).

Least favorite: When the guy or girl we ALL KNOW it’s the bad guy turns out bad *gasp*.

Fave scenes to write?

Uff, that’s a tough one. I love writing love confessions and the uncertainty of how the other dude is going to react and PLOT TWISTSSSS.

Most productive time of day for writing?

Midnight or after is when my brain likes to wake up.

Reason for writing?

Because there are always a lot of thoughts in my brain and different ideas that I don’t know what to do with so when I write it it’s like letting my brain rest a little. Also I really really love to create different versions of my favorite characters and imagining how they would react to different stuff and places is great.

tagging: @rileywrites-parker @moonkissedtom @petersbackpack @bleusarcellewrites (i follow you on instagram and your writing is amazing, last sunrise is gold) and @anyone who wants to do it :))

[s3venpounds]

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yo

1. selfie (no can do, i honestly am too lazy and i have no clue how to add photos into these lel)

2. what would you name your future kids? Skylark, Silver, Thorn, Pas

3. do you miss anyone? yes

4. what are you looking forward to? waking up to a S.O that loves me, a house that we both love, a job I love, income I can live off comfortably, and the only source of stress I have is if something isnt routine

5. is there anyone who can always make you smile? @artbeetle hands down

6. is it hard for you to get over someone? yeah

7. what was your life like last year? happier

8. have you ever cried because you were so annoyed? nope

9. who did you last see in person? Aleksi

10. are you good at hiding your feelings? nope. I’m an open book.

11. are you listening to music right now? yeah, the beauty and the beast soundtrack Evermore lol

12. what is something you want right now? a million dollars would be nice

13. how do you feel right now? groggy and i have a stomach ache from last night so not feeling 100% right now

14. when was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you? a long time now that i think about it. i guess thats my fault since i’ve been avoiding hugs because i’m still worried people think of me as the “wheres my hug?” guy from middle school lol

15. personality description: a steaming pile of bile tbh. loud when I’m trying too hard to be friends with you, cuss like a trucker, quiet when youre in the innermost circle of friends. i make a lot of jokes that cross lines and unless someones seriously offended and says something I don’t stop.

16. have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t? yes

17. opinion on insecurities. go ahead and have them, just don’t let them become permanent. you only have so much time in this world and youre going spend it worrying about other people who will forget everything in like 10 years max? like no one really cares if you tripped on nothing that one time. sure they’ll laugh but realistically theyll laugh for about 15 minutes then forget it completely by the next 3 days.

18. do you miss how thing were a year ago? yeah

19. have you ever been to New York? nope. dont plan to.

20. what is your favourite song at the moment? Lie To Me George Nozuka

21. age and birthday? 21, may 17

22. description of crush. she’s reliable, comforting, pleasant to be with, gives off an air of happiness and contentment, easy on the eyes and knows how to keep the flow of conversations or mood going. She can be spontaneous or mysterious when she wants to. She warms my heart with her smile and I will never forget the little thing her cheeks do when she does smile.  

23. fear(s) death. thats it. 

24. height 5 foot 6 i think. i may have grown to 5 foot 7 haven’t measured in a while. wish i grew more tho

25. role model my friend William lol he is goals.

26. idol(s) I don’t really keep track of any celebrities so none really.

27. things i hate. 3 people i hate specifically, uhhhh break ups, my dad, some “friends”, when apologies arent enough( otherwise whats the point of having the word exist), when I take a joke too far and it hurts a relationship I like, when i stub my toes or bang my fingers on something, when friends snapchat me of a hangout I wasn’t invited or even told about when the whole group is there, when people are at a dance and everyone forms that dance circle for random people to go in and dance their heart out then someone busts out breakdancing in a crowd thats literally the worst group of dancers( like seriously i dare you to watch that shit. unless someone has some serious balls no one will go in the circle after that for a whole 5-10 minutes because no one can follow that up. like thats fine if youre in a group of other really good dancers or break dancers but like come on man. thats like having a seasoned and grown ass michael jordan in your middle school basketball game. )

28. i’ll love you if… you make me a handmade gift, you tell me you were thinking of me, you give me a lot of attention lol, you share your food with me, you try some of my favourite games or watch my favourite animes with me, we end up saying the same shit at the same time, do crazy shit with me, ride rollercoasters with me, if youre cold or something and you need to borrow my jacket or sweater i will gladly lend it to you unless its like - 30 then we share lol, if you rant to me or vent to me. if you keep the conversation going unless you know im in a bad mood or something serious happened

29. favourite film(s) Treasure planet. thats it. 

30. favourite tv show(s) Spider riders? di gata defenders, samurai jack, martin mystery, totally spies, jacob two two, team galaxy, ben 10 ( only up to ultimate alien and alien force, the rest sucked), code lyoko, master chef, chopped, medabots, gundam seed, the weekenders, code name kids next door, uhh theres probably like 30 other ones but nothing else i can remember off the top of my head.

31. 3 random facts I have a bottle of taro flavoured gin sitting beside my desk, I have reading glasses, I like the feeling of cleaning my ears with cotton swabs

32. are your friends mainly girls or guys? guys. although in highschool it was girls

33. something you want to learn? the italian, korean, and japanese language. maybe russian. I want to learn how to juggle and do card tricks, I want to learn everything about my friends, I want to learn how to profile someone and deduce things sherlock style. I also want to learn more about volleyball tbh

34. most embarrassing moment. I pooped my pants while at a friends 6th birthday and my brother had to help me

35. favourite subject. English. I like poetry the most

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill? To be in a rowboat in Venice Italy with my significant other under the moonlight and right as we’re about to kiss, fireworks go off in the distance. to be a world renowned psychologist/psychiatrist but working in my old high school trying to help people who are bound to do the same dumb ass shit I did. to wini the lottery or just raise enough money off a really good paying job i like to send my parents back home to philippines like they dreamed. 

37. favourite actor/actress. Mary Elizabeth Winstead or Ellen Page

38. favourite comedian(s) Gabriel iglesias, christopher titus, bo burnham

39. favourite sport(s) volleyball, i dont play many others

40. favourite memory: that one day at cap ex. “ what about this ship?” “ well, we’ll see where it takes us”

41. relationship status pringle.

42. favourite book(s) perks of being a wallflower, eleanor and park, Somebody up there hates you, nick and norah’s infinite playlist, an abundance of katherines

43. favourite song ever Pocket full of dreams by hedley

44. age you get mistaken for: no one guesses my age

45. how you found out about your idol: i met him lol hes my friend’s boyfriend

46. what my last text message says “ like I don’t want to get out of bed”

47. turn ons:  Short hair, freckles, dimples, tits that fit perfectly in my hand or bigger is cool too, into kinky shit, still makes jokes even in sex( not all the time though), likes passionate aggressive sex, tom boyish, asian, very physically touchy/clingy, smells nice, soft skin, tongue when kissing, knows how to dirty talk or sound seductive.

48. turn offs: smells bad(breath or body odor), those dirty white people dreadlocks, being like professional body builder ripped levels, and sure fuck it I’ll say it; being extremely overweight. 

49. where i want to be right now, Venice Italy

50. favourite picture of your idol again, can’t do photos. too dumb

51. starsign Taurus

52. something i’m talented at , guessing a pokemon after hearing its cry only applicable to the first 2-3 generations

53. 5 things that make me happy. friends, food, sleep, money, video games

54. something thats worrying me at the moment. my future and how dark it is

55. tumblr friends I dont have many and the ones i do have i don’t know if i should tag on here

56. favourite food(s) bbq ribs, pulled pork, pizza, bimbimbap, filipino bbq skewers, tosino, lechon kawale, lechon adobo, insemada(not sure how to spell that), pasta, and curry

57. favourite animal(s) cats

58. description of my best friend, hes asian

59. why i joined tumblr, my friend kept using inside jokes and memes from tumblr so i got curious