#summer slut...

[arelliann]

@astrangersummer Week 12: Forgotten

Someone left everyone’s luggage behind at the last stop, so to the thrift shop it is!

See their Roadtrip of ‘86 series so far here

[versocanibal]

#㋌𝟪︭𝟥︭︭ © 🧟 ▄▄ 𝁵 𝕷.

[missmisnomer]

born to serve brat summer green 365 💚

[taylor-being-a-mastermind]

Any time now, he's gonna say it's love, you never called it what it was // You're not saying you're in love with me, but you're going to // I said 'I love you', you say nothing back // 'I love you', ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?

All Too Well (Red) // Slut! (1989) // Say Don't Go (1989) // Cruel Summer (Lover)

[labyrinthaze]

I might as well be drunk in love

[foxes-that-run]

They paid the price

Paid the Price Theme | Slut! | Now that we don't Talk | Kiwi | Cruel Summer | Fine Line | Cowboy Like Me | Grapejuice | imgonnagetyouback

All you had to do (1989’s track 5) is ‘They paid the price.’

[dingostrash]

DID YOU SEE SUZIE?!?

I DID!! All her ascensions are fucking NIIIICE!! She's so funny, selfie np my beloved

[nnato]

[ankmankpank]

A summer with 4town what looks like the song This Is The Life by Amy Macdonald

Dancing with Aaron T. to the song I Think We’re Alone Now by Tiffany, alone in the dim lighted, small living room of the house the boys bought in the woods. You two have to be quiet too, everyone else is asleep by now, but how could you resist laughing at him, at you two when he’s just so.. Aaron T.?!

Going to a summer night walk with Tae Young around the city, but you two end up going party to party, Kesha blasting from the speakers in the last one you two attend. Because you two were too drunk to search for another party, but the song Die Young and swinging your head around hand in hand with him, labeled as dancing to the song will be forever in you two’s summer memories.

Going to a sunset walk with Jesse and Tae, a big stereo bought along, sometimes Jesse carrying it then sometimes Tae. Setting it down somewhere in the grass, then messily dancing to the song Stereo Love by Edward Maya. As if those two didn’t even spend years dancing. It’s surprising, sweet even that you didn’t even think Jesse could be like this based on the first impression, where he was just so mean. But this means he loves you.

Only you and Robaire in the house the boys bought for any reason now, a fancy pool on the even fancier terrace. Robaire is just sitting on one of the white sunchairs between the pool and the minibar, sunglasses on the top of his head since the sun is about to set. He’s just watching you. He loves to watch you, no matter the situation. You’re swimming around the pool, jumping in and out of it, songs like Lush Life by Zara Larsson playing. Robs gotta admit, he kind of loves white girls songs himself too. As long as you like it too. As long as you’re happy, he is. And if you’d tell this moment and situation to the fuckboy that Robaire was months ago, before he met you, there would be a lot of laughs.

Singing Memories by David Guetta and Kid Cudi, no, more like shouting it in the middle of their ridiculously huge living room of T.’s penthouse with Tae, T. and Robaire. Z. is sitting on the couch, watching the four of you. He would join, even, but the sun is already down and this day with you pretty much tired him down. Jesse is on the phone on the balcony, leaning against the railings, legs crossed and more watching you and the boys thru the glass door and the glass walls than paying attention to the call. You ended up sharing T.’s big ass bed with the three boys.

Big party the boys threw, and a loose and sloppy Jesse is what you got on your neck. Not literally, too much people. Wink wink nudge nudge. He wants to sing, shit he always does, but he’s pouty about it now. You giggled thru the night with him, but the top of it was when he dragged you up on top of a table to karaoke SOS by ABBA with you. Normally, you’d think it would be kinda awkward, but it wasn’t even close. It was the lightest and funniest moment you ever had with him, and that was the most free he felt in a while. The next day, hungover and hot from the summer’s heat, grumpy Jesse would never admit that.

You and the boys sat at the fire outside what Z. made, they always made him do the fire. Sat. Now the others are all in bed, it’s just you and Z. He’s poking the fire, and you’re in the position you started the night with, straight in front of him. No words exchanged, just comfortable silence. Then you get up and sit next to him, you’re sweet like that, always been. Bold. That’s what he really liked in you, but would never admit. Of course, he looked at you questioningly, as if asking what’s up and it didn’t take long to have a nice chat starting. And from that, it also didn’t take long to slowly kiss him, for the first time, though you both wanted to do it for a long time now. Is It a Crime by Sade quietly from the speaker that T. put outside, that’s what you two kissed to, finally kissed to. His heart never beat faster, but it was already rushing when you just sat next to him. Oh how much he likes you.