#teenage dirtbag vibes

[rockaesthetic]

[valariemoon]

Ever since playing deltarune for the first time, everytime I listen to teenage dirtbag all I can think about is them <3

[idontknowhsh]

my roma pencil 😭

[frachive]

the bug collector

[vqmpsz]

one day I’ll disappear and you won’t know when I’ll be back

[flowerflamestars]

where the middle meets snippet

Llewellyn deleted the message without opening it- he’d learned extremely early on that mistake. And because it was sometime between ten am and one pm wherever in the world Dick Grayson currently resided, exceedingly busy getting shot at or blown up or learning the difference between mousse and hair gel, allergic to schedules and addicted to this one ritual, a second followed. Safety, if that could be measured in Llewellyn’s aching head, came with the second. Usually. Wells hadn’t spoken to Dick for more than a year after the last earnest attempt at sexting, but that didn’t actually mean something. Time and magic, soul bonds just a little different, when they had to stretch for what could be an endless eternity. Five years gone now, if he really tried a world away, there was still just a little color behind his eyes. Blue. The best childhood skies, the deadest dreams, the sea on the shore of his realest home: Dick Grayson, a jagged little piece of his soul burning so very goddamn bright. Llewellyn yanked the half crushed toggle back up the cord of his retrieved hat. Weighed amorphous guilt over real desire- the very best way to know if someone had managed to stab Dick lately was to look. He was significantly too good of a liar to let it on to anyone if he was really in trouble- had wholesale stopped asking sometime around acquiring a foul-mouthed brother to watch out for- but Wells had decades on him. He could tell. He wanted to know, if in equal measure to how much he wanted to keep countries and continents between them. He looked. Dick Grayson, unabashed against dark, cloudy sky. Bare shoulders filling a rainy window, tan despite the season. A casual wave, caught, a broken finger splinted. No other bandages, a near unmistakable bite mark bruised halfway up his neck, a smile that actually reached his eyes. “Fucking Christ,” Llewellyn sighed to the grass. It said nothing back.

[bullshit-bulltrue]

teenage dirtbag moodboard

[penumbrapolaroid]

on and on

lately, 2024

[ashtray-girl-irl]

[t33n4ge-d1rtb4g]

[chaeryeongzs]

night 🪐✨

[hheavnly]

will i ever post myself without a cigarette in my hand🙈💔

[idontknowhsh]

long time no see

[lonelyhearts-clubmember]

Smells Like Teen Spirit

@mirisfanclub @akiraa1

[florallylly]

EDDIE MUNSON STEVE HARRINGTON YOU HAVE RUINED ME!!!

[millidew]

at any given moment, know that i’m fighting the urge to watch clone high s2 for frida, who appeals directly to my taste in characters