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[sourstiless]

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habits | buddie

sign of the times | evan buckley

fire on fire | buddie

my band | evan buckley

atlantis | 6x10/6x11

marvel

super freak | matt murdock

sweet but psycho | wanda & nat

somewhere only we know | steve rogers

swerve | captain marvel to shazam

take a hint | marvel women <3333

payphone | peter parker (mcu)

newsies (1992)

92sies as tiktok trends saga

because i liked a boy | sarah jacobs

i know the end | 92sies

newsies 30th anniversary

iris | jack kelly

only love can hurt like this | javid

washing machine heart | jack & les

repeat until death | jack kelly

92sies jack > livesies jack

god stood me up | jack kelly

atlantis | javid

the great war | 92sies

criminal minds

stranger things

animal | steve harrington

mind over matter | nancy & steve (platonic)

story of my life | eddie munson

exit music (for a film) | season 4 volume 2 trailer

the walking dead

high hopes | carl grimes

voltron legendary defender

someone to you | keith

whatever it takes | s8 trailer

fucking perfect | keith

runaway | keith

avatar the last airbender

i think i’m in love | zutara

someone to stay | zutara

i forgive you | zutara

no type | zuko

whatever it takes | zuko

dusk til dawn | zutara

rise of the guardians

one of the drunks | jack frost

skip to the good bit | jack frost

tangled

waves | tangled

bring me back to life | tangled

grenade | tangled

miscellaneous

another love | anne of green gables/little women 1994

material girl | bruce wayne (tdk trilogy)

til forever falls apart | marichat

night changes | shirbert

bad girls | raven reyes

deja vu | 3:10 to yuma/newsies

[i-jus-wanna-writehappy]

11 Times Poe Dameron Embarrasses Himself and the 1 Time He Doesn’t

Pairing: Poe Dameron x fem!Reader (Modern AU)

Warnings: cursing

Author’s Note: I started writing this and I found myself thinking of Oscar;s role in Life Itself as much as in the Star Wars movies, so if you’ve seen it, there will be some similarities.

Tags: @thotyana-in-this-hoe @neeadinghugs 

Masterlist

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You’re tempted to stop running as the stitch in your side is joined by a rumble in your stomach, but Poe is still chattering away as he runs beside you, so you take a deep breath and pretend you feel just fine. It goes well for a while, you and Poe have run a few more blocks and nearly run into three different strollers when your stomach growls loud enough for him to hear. “You wanna call it early for lunch?” Poe laughs, jogging in place as he glances at his watch. His green shirt is soaked through with sweat and you’re sure you don’t look any more comfortable. “If we stop now, I’ll get our lunch and drinks?” You barter with him so it doesn’t seem like you’ll be the only one gaining anything from stopping.

Poe finally stops running in place and tosses an arm over your shoulders, “Are you trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me?” He smirks over at you as he leads you to Vincenzo’s because it’s where you always go for lunch. “Poe, please,” You start, ducking out from under his arm, “I’m hot as hell, I wouldn’t have to get you drunk to have my way with you.” Laughing, Poe steps into the street to let a toddler and his leash and his mother barrel between the two of you, “What can I say, I’m only a man.” Poe quips, joining you on the sidewalk again for the journey.

*

“Oh, yeah, some of us are going out tonight.” You remember, interrupting Poe’s outlandish story and taking way too quick a drink of your mimosa. Instead of saying anything in response, Poe levels his eyes and holds you in place with a five second gaze before standing and pulling the umbrella out of your table. “Poe, Poe, I don’t think those are meant to be removed from the tables.” You laugh, watching him struggle with the large umbrella. Scoffing, Poe stands on his chair and continues to pull the umbrella from the hole in the table, knocking over the pitcher of water on the table beside you and bonking himself on the forehead before pulling the umbrella out all the way and walking it to rest on the wall of the restaurant.

Two tables of people have left - unable to stay frustrated with Poe once he tossed them a dashing smile and an apology, but unwilling to have any more fumbling result in any more drinks getting knocked onto them or their food - and Poe is panting when he sits back down, “You’re lucky I practically own this place, or we’d be kicked out, now what exactly are you doing?” Once again, Poe doesn’t answer right away, instead, watching you with narrowed eyes for a moment, “Sorry, I had to let the sun shine on your face, I had to really be able to look at your face so that I could make sure you weren’t feeding me bullshit.”

You can’t help the laugh that forces its way out of your mouth in a snort, “Bullshit?” Frowning dramatically and keeping his gaze completely serious, Poe nods, “Bullshit.” Standing from his seat, Poe makes his way to your side of the table and puts his face close to yours, eyes flitting between your own while also taking a quick detour to your lips. You have to lean back to take another sip from your mimosa and Poe’s lack of movement makes you want to laugh again as you think of him pulling the same kind of antics when you met your senior year of college. 

“You’re not bullshitting me. And you’re still with that asshole.” Poe deducts, making his way back to his seat and wiping his sweaty hands on his grey jogging pants, which he wears on your runs on purpose though he’ll never admit it. Rolling your eyes, you grab a bread stick from the small plate you and Poe got to share, “I’m not even gonna acknowledge the shitty comment you made about Armitage, because I will not encourage that behavior. No, Poe Dameron, you big baby, I’m not bullshitting you. So, are you gonna come out and party with us tonight? I invited our cute new server, Rey.”

Poe mimics you with a roll of his eyes and a bite of a bread stick, “I’m gonna go home, grab a beer, take my pants off, and find a way to keep my hands busy. That’ll be a party in itself, you guys are more than welcome to come to my party.” He smiles at you through a mouth of bread and any tension in the conversation is gone. “Well if those are your standards of a party Dameron, you spend every night partying.” Swallowing the bread in a lump, Poe leans forward, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he puts his glass to his mouth, “Only the days we spend together, Y/N.” The comment pushes you to down the rest of your mimosa and check your smart watch, “You’re disgusting, Poe.” You chastise him, wrinkling your nose with no animosity behind the words at all. Poe laughs and stands as you do, “Alright, well, we’ll be at the usual place downtown at ten tonight if you decide you wanna come out. I’m gonna go get dressed and come in for a quick shift so I can break the news to Rey.”

The mention of another woman upsets Poe a bit. He’s been flirting with you since your senior year of college and despite you throwing flirty comments right back, you’ve always treated his behavior like a joke, almost like it’s your form of formality. And you keep trying to set him up with women, these women who don’t look or act anything like you, and honestly, he’s beginning to think that you have no idea what his type is. Yeah, one hundred percent, he’s gotten laid since your friendship has began, but you don’t introduce him to one night stands. You introduce him to women that you want to see him with on double dates. Women you want to see him with at all, and honestly, that irritates him a bit more. Unless you dig being jealous. Are you trying to set him up so you can rush to him in a jealous rage? Shove him against a wall and shove your tongue in his mouth while having him-

“Get out of your head and come give me a hug, Poe, you weirdo.” You order, pulling him out of his thoughts. Clearing his throat, and regretting the grey sweatpants, Poe shuffles over to you, enveloping you in a tight hug. Burying your nose in his hair and smelling his coconut shampoo, you think of Poe being home alone tonight and no matter how much he jokes, you feel like he could use a friend, so you squeeze him a little tighter and pull back a little to look at him, “Hey, I love you, Bug.” Like he did earlier, Poe looks into your eyes for a minute before he leans forward, eyes fluttering closed. They close completely and he realizes that he’s been leaning for a while and opens his eyes back up.

The two of you are still in each others arms, but now it’s more like Poe is dipping you rather than hugging you. “Poe, I still have that boyfriend you mentioned earlier.” You huff, exasperated as you release yourself from Poe’s hold. Shaking his head, Poe screws his eyes closed tight, “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I mean, I guess I did, but my intention wasn’t to - shit. Yeah, sorry. That was a dick move.” Opening his eyes, Poe flashes you a charming smile and lifts his shoulder in a shrug, “Can you blame a guy for trying?” You want to tell him that yes, yes you can blame a guy for trying, but looking at Poe, you fall into your same rhythm and you know that you won’t be able to stay mad at him. Especially not looking right into those deep brown eyes.

“Don’t do that again, Poe Dameron. I’m serious. People end marriages for less.” You finally say, walking around the table setting down enough money from the pocket in your leggings to cover your meal and a hefty tip from both of you. “But I’m guessing you won’t end a relationship for it.” Poe asks, his head tilted in what he probably means to be a seductive way, but all you can see are the pictures you’ve seen of him as a child in his family photos. “I know, Poe, what an awful friend I am for not falling prey to the charm you’ve been trying to perfect since college.” Poe laughs with you, wanting to keep the banter going, but you squeeze his bicep fondly - not noticing it’s thicker than usual - and start off, checking the time on your watch before jogging out of sight.

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

If They Didn’t Get on the Train Shana/Grace Deleted Scene:

Honestly, it wasn’t a deleted scene so much as when I was copying and pasting, I absolutely left it out of the chapter.  @kujo1597 @andromidagalaxie One day, this tag will work between us. @strawdool @negromouthandafro I really didn’t have to do anything but copy and paste, but if there’s errors, I apologize. This takes place within Chapter 19′s time frame.

“Hey, Grace! There’s somebody that wanted to speak to you!” one of the bartenders said when she was finished with her set at a friend’s bar. She was successful, but she didn’t have the Monroe money that she had been brought up in, and her trust fund was still hefty, but she still had bills that she was responsible for, so she worked. She didn’t mind working, because she was able to do something that she loved. A lot of people knew her. A lot of famous people liked her. A lot of people tried to talk to her. She didn’t expect to see Shana whenever she turned her eyes towards where the bartender gestured. 

The woman had a large puff in the back of her head and was wearing a beret on the smoothed down part. She smiled and headed Grace’s way and Grace didn’t know whether she should prepare herself to fight or just run so she wouldn’t have to. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember me, Bitch?” Shana asked and laughed. Grace relaxed a little, but was still tense. “Come sit down with me. I’ll buy you a drink.” Grace followed her, the frohawk on her own head peeking over the heads of others as they worked through the crowd and sat at a table. “What will you have?”

“They know me in here. Just a Gracefront.”

“A Gracefront?” Shana repeated and laughed. “What’s in it?”

“It's a frozen virgin melon spritzer. I don’t drink alcohol, so..” 

Shana told the waitress, “Two Gracefronts - can you MAKE one of those alcoholic?” She nodded, ‘Thank God!” Once the waitress was gone, Shana looked at Grace, “You look great. You look like nothing ever happened to you.”

“Shana… I’m sorry for chinchecking you that day. I thought you deserved it, and maybe you did, maybe you didn’t. But, I regret a lot about those days. I’m not the same person anymore.”

Shana’s eyes flashed something like anger for the first time tonight, as she thought back to the time Grace straight up punched her. But, she waved a hand, “We were both some bitches, but we were entitled to it. Being young is hard, and we were surrounded by others, supposed to be and act a certain way. We had a lot of shit going on and we took some things out on each other, and some things that we took out on each other was well deserved. If i had realized then what I realize now, I wouldn’t have bothered you about that like I did. I’m presuming also that you wouldn’t have bugged me about daddy’s criminal endeavors.”

“I was so foul for that,” Grace admitted. They both laughed. “What brings you to New York? Someone told me that you were in Atlanta.”

“Who told you that?” Shana wondered. 

“I think it was in the alumni group. I didn’t stay long. I only joined it to announce that I was out, so that people wouldn’t have to keep asking my parents.”

“It’s funny that somebody had the time to talk about me there, because I CERTAINLY never joined that alumni group. I hated the kids we went to school with. ESPECIALLY Simon’s narcissistic ass.” Shana watched Grace’s entire demeanor change. It was like she had just seen a ghost. “Sorry. I heard you don’t talk about him, but I sure do. Did anybody tell you about what happened at the end of senior year?”

“No. I don’t know anything but that you two were prom king and queen…”

“We weren’t together, if that’s what you thought. I couldn’t stand him. He actually thought I had a crush on him!”

Grace laughed, “Yeah, he told me that a few times. I never saw it myself, but Simon wasn’t great at taking hints. You sort of had to lead him to water.” The waitress brought their first round of drinks to them.

“I led him alright. I told him exactly what I thought about him, and you…” Shana replayed the conversations, including the announcement at the prom, which made Grace instantly terrified for her and she grew more anxious as Shana retold the parking lot incident. “And after that, I just didn’t feel safe. I finished school via distance learning and I high tailed it to ATL as soon as I got my diploma. It’s been lit. You should come through sometime. Atlanta has a very vibrant music scene for Black people.”

“I’m at Julliard right now, so I definitely won’t be moving any time soon, but I did consider spending some time in Atlanta at some point, so maybe. But, you never told me what you’re doing out here.”

“My girlfriend is from New York, so whenever I saw that you were gonna be performing here during a visit, I figured that I’d come say hi.”

“Really?”

“I was wondering for a while if you really didn’t want to talk about Simon, or if you just wanted to be able to tell your side to someone who wasn’t trying to flog you for all the world to see.”

“Oh.”

Shana laughed, “I’m a journalist, Grace. But, I was also around whenever everything happened and I never thought that it happened the way that it was being said. I didn’t think it was fair, even for you.” 

“Well, it’s over and done with now. What difference would it make?” Grace asked.

“You think that wherever Simon Laurent is, he’s just letting people be? You think he’s not having angry outbursts on people in Massachusetts? You think he hasn’t set some rival scientist up for failure or terrified some ex girlfriend into obscurity?”

“I think he's a best selling author, ergo a public figure and that if he did do stuff like that, it would come to light, so, it’s not my business or my problem. I didn’t make people believe his stories or want to hear more about them. It’s not my responsibility to discredit him.” Grace gestured for another drink and began to nervously fold a napkin into an origami bird.

Shana sighed and leaned back in her seat. “I just always wonder how many people bad men can reach. I love my dad, don’t get me wrong, but when I started to research all of the people who were hurt by his crime, it made me lose sleep. When women do wrong, we get what’s coming to us, via the media and in the court system. SOMETIMES, we get it worse, for less infractions. Simon did some very illegal things, and pinned most of it on you and the biggest thing he did only hurt you, when it was legit a very serious crime.” Grace was transported to the way she felt whenever Shana showed her that video. “And I helped. I made it worse. I… it was fucked up.” Shana sighed and sat up. “I was hoping that if you wanted someone to report your side, let your truth show, that you might let me be the person to do it. I owe you that much.”

Grace laughed and shook her head, “That would be a career building story. Everybody wants to know what I have to say about Simon, so it’s not like I wouldn’t be doing you a huge favor in giving you that exclusive.”

“You would be! But, it could help both of us.”

“But, more you though. You know… people that I run into, in everyday life - they don’t even ask me about Simon. They tell me that they loved my twerking pancakes remix video, or that they saw me perform last fall and it blew their mind. I never have to think about Simon unless something else triggers it. This wouldn’t do me any favors, but thank you for the drinks. And, as I said in the beginning, I’m sorry.”

“What would I be able to do? Get you something? Find somebody? What would be a payoff enough for you to talk to me about this?”

“Can you find people?” Grace asked.

“I have a lot of resources for finding people.”

“I was in the center with a girl. She’s been in and out of centers and they won’t give me information, even though we were very close. If you can find her for me, I will think about an interview with you about Simon.”

“That’s not very promising…”

“If you can tell me where she is, I’ll give you an interview… about how I currently feel. Not about what happened before. How do I feel about Simon? That's what everybody wants to know about me. Nobody cares about the truth and I don’t want to stir that up. But, if you can tell me where Hazel Doe is, I will tell you anything I have thought about Simon Laurent since I’ve been a free woman.” 

Shana snatched the origami bird and scribbled on it, “Okay Hazel  D-O-U-G-H?’

“D-O-E, as in Jane.”

“Okay. Where was the last place that you knew of that she was?” Grace opened her phone to give Shana the information. “This… This is a kid, Grace. Do you know how difficult it is to find kids?”

“Yes, I’ve been trying!”

Shana groaned, but she continued taking down the information, “History of abuse or kidnapping? Because that’ll really give us a hard time.”

“Possibly… Look… this kid means a lot to me. If you really feel like something is the least you can do, it would be this.”

Shana nodded and put the napkin in her bag. 

[saintfms]

            hello  everyone  !  i  originally  wasn’t  going  to  make  the  gif  i  used  for  this  intro  because  it’s  already  midnight  thirty  ,  but  i  went  through  with  it  anyways  .  i’m  bay  ,  and  this  is  my  disaster  of  a  disaster  ,  saint  !  he’s  a  fairly  new  muse  and  i’m  sure  there’s  going  to  be  a  lot  about  him  that  i’ll  develop  as  the  rp  goes  on  ,  but  i  think  i’ll  touch  on  a  good  chunk  of  information  as  well  .  i’m  also  trying  out  a  new  intro  style  compared  to  what  i  used  to  do  ,  so  ....  either  i’m  gonna  come  out  on  top  or  i’m  gonna  be  wearing  a  clown  mask  KNFDHSF  .  if  you’d  like  ,  my  di.scord  is  𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲.#4090  ,  and  enough  of  my  rambling  omg  .  

❛ ✶ ( HWANG HYUNJIN , CIS MALE , HE/HIM ) . who the hell is blasting NO RESCUE NEEDED by DPR LIVE at one in the morning ? nevermind , that’s just SANG-JUN ‘SAINT’ KIM from APARTMENT 1106 . apparently , they are a TWENTY TWO year old YOUTUBER & FASHION STUDENT AT PRATT from ATLANTA, GA , and they’ve been living at the complex for ELEVEN MONTHS . i heard they can be a bit - HEDONISTIC , but they make up for it by being so + VIVACIOUS — which makes sense , considering that they are a ARIES ! when i think of them , i imagine HAPHAZARD STACKS OF TEXTBOOKS ATOP HIS DESK, A PERFECTLY SITUATED RING LIGHT IN THE CORNER OF HIS ROOM, AND PILES OF CLOTHES DESPITE HAVING ‘NOTHING’ TO WEAR . and of course , don’t forget to follow them at ( @SNTKM ) !

NAME  :  kim  sang - jun  .  NICKNAME(S)  :  saint  (  preferred  name  )  .  AGE  :  twenty - two  .  DATE  OF  BIRTH  :  april  10th  ,  1998  .  ASTROLOGICAL  SIGN  :  aries  .  MORAL  ALIGNMENT  :  chaotic  neutral  .  GENDER  +  PRONOUNS  :  cis  male  +  he / him / his  .  PLACE  OF  BIRTH  :  atlanta  ,  georgia  .  CURRENT  LOCATION  :  astoria  ,  queens  ,  new  york  .  SEXUAL  ORIENTATION  :  bisexual  .  ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION  :  biromantic  .  OCCUPATION  :  youtuber  +  fashion  student  at  pratt  institute  .  NATIONALITY  :  korean - american  .  ETHNICITY  :  korean  .  

            you  were  born  into  the  kim  family  as  the  happiest  baby  there  could  be  .  your  mother  had  diamond  tears  staining  her  cheeks  as  she  hugged  you  close  --  it  had  been  her  first  time  having  a  cesarean  ,  but  you  were  healthy  .  your  father  could  tell  that  you  were  when  he  spoke  with  a  slight  shake  to  his  voice  :  ‘  he’s  got  a  pair  of  lungs  on  him  .  ’  and  it  was  true  .  you  screamed  your  little  head  off  ,  but  it  simply  was  because  you  wanted  milk  .  the  family  you  were  born  into  was  one  of  wealth  .  it  was  no  house  full  of  diamonds  and  designer  duds  ,  but  the  home  was  comfortable  .  your  other  brother  ,  jong - hyeon  ,  was  five  at  the  time  and  he  sat  at  the  end  of  the  hospital  bed  propped  up  on  his  knees  and  wondering  when  he  could  hold  ‘  his  baby  ’  .

          life  for  you  is  everything  that  a  child  would  want  :  your  parents  smother  you  with  love  every  single  day  ,  your  brother  plays  with  you  despite  being  older  ,  and  you’ve  got  a  smile  that  brightens  your  eyes  .  your  childhood  comes  stocked  full  of  everything  you  could  ever  want  and  more  ,  but  entering  your  teen  years  comes  with  a  hefty  bump  in  the  road  .  your  interests  are  elsewhere  ,  loving  the  pretty  pieces  that  your  mom  owns  and  wears  whenever  there’s a  dinner  or  gala  to  be  attended  .  you’re  smart  and  creative  ,  but  your  father  is  against  the  idea  .

            your  father  wears  light  blue  scrubs  and a  crisp  white  jacket  with  his  name  embroidered  on  it  everyday  .  his  office  is  hidden  amongst  the  winding  hallways  of  northside  hospital’s  maternity  ward  ,  highly  respected  by  his  peers  and  loved  by  his  patients  .  your  father  has  a  passion  for  what  he  does  ,  and  he  forces  it  upon  you  and  jong - hyeon  with  an  iron  fist  .  he  wants  his  sons  to  follow  his  lead  into  medicine  ,  already  bragging  to  his  colleagues  about  how  his  sons  will  someday  take  over  the  medical  profession  just  like  him  .

            you  had  no  interest  in  medicine    though  .  your  grades  could  speak  for  themselves  ,  but  you  had  a  low  interest  in  the  sciences  despite  your  high  marks  .  you  hated  being  asked  by  the  stuffy  doctors  who  would  come  to  your  house  what  field  you  wanted  to  specialize  in  ,  and  despite  the  laughter  that  erupted  from  them  when  you  said  ‘  none  ’  ,  but  your  father  wasn’t  entertained  .  you  would  sit  on  the  steps  as  your  mother  would  try  to  calm  him  down  ,  and  you’d  hear  that  your  father  would  refer  to  you  as  worthless  ,  dumb  ,  and  an  embarrassment  .  for  years  ,  tears  would  well  up  in  your  eyes  and  you’d  sulk  to  your  bedroom  with  your  head  hung  low  .  the  last  thing  that  you  wanted  was  for  your  father  to  berate  you  for  crying  .  the  pictures  of  your  brother  seem  to  mock  you  as  you  pass  ,  jong - hyeon  forever  immortalized  as  the  son  your  father  always  wanted  .

              you  hope  that  your  mother  would  be  there  for  you  when  your  father  berates  you  ,  but  she  keeps  her  head  down  to  avoid  his  wrath  .  it’s  at  the  tender  age  of  fourteen  that  you  realize  you  have  no  one  on  your  side  .  your  brother  is  gone  ,  fulfilling  your  father’s  wishes  and  adding  his  two  cents  when  your  father  decides  to  be  snarky  at  the  dinner  table  .  you  keep  quiet  at  the  dinner  table  ,  only  answering  when  spoken  to  and  avoiding  the  disappointed  gaze  of  your  father  .  no  matter  how  much  you  seemed  to  disappoint  your  father  ,  you  also  began  to  stop  caring  .  it  was  evident  that  your  parents  didn’t  support  you  the  way  that  they  did  when  you  were  a  child  ,  so  you  decided  to  go  as  far  away  as  you  could  when  applying  for  college  .

            you  were  over  the  moon  when  the  heavy  acceptance  package  from  pratt  institute  showed  up  in  your  mailbox  once  day  after  school  ,  clutching  it  close  to  your  chest  as  you  went  bumbling  into  your  house  .  most  children  aren’t  excited  to  leave  home  ,  but  you’re  in  desperate  need  of  an  escape  .  your  senior  year  of  high  school  can’t  end  fast  enough  ,  and  although  you  can’t  rid  your  father’s  face  of  the  scowl  he  wears  before  it’s  time  to  board  your  plane  ,  you  want  to  believe  that  he’s  proud  of  you  .  you  want  nothing  more  than  for  him  to  love  you  ,  to  be  proud  of  you  ,  but  he  send  you  sends  you  off  with  the  cut  of  the  eye  and  a  suck  of  the  teeth  .

            living  in  new  york  for  two  years  helps  you  to  come  out  from  under  your  father’s  thumb  .  you’re  happy  ,  you  grow  your  hair  out  and  dye  it  blonde  ,  even  starting  a  youtube  channel  that  has  a  slow  start  ,  but  802  thousand  people  want  to  know  what  you  do  in  your  daily  life  .  sadly  ,  you  spend  your  last  summer  at  home  in  the  thick  of  a  heavy  disagreement  with  your  father  and  brother  .  you’re  mocked  for  your  hair  ,  teased  for  the  way  that  you  carry  yourself  ,  your  brother  even  wonders  why  you  even  returned  home  .  every  night  was  filled  with  you  slamming  your  bedroom  door  ,  speaking  to  your  father  in  a  tone  you  swore  you’d  never  use  ,  and  dealing  with  a  heartbreak  you  never  thought  you’d  experience  .

            your  mother  doesn’t  come  to  your  rescue  when  you  need  her  the  most  ,  but  you  can’t  bring  yourself  to  care  .  no  matter  what  happens  ,  you  swear  to  yourself  that  you’ll  never  return  home  .  you  leave  ,  and  thanks  to  the  money  you’ve  been  saving  ,  you  move  into  the  tower  28  apartments  .  you  need  a  roommate  ,  but  you  don’t  really  care  .  somehow  ,  your  mother  convinces  your  father  to  continue  to  pay  for  your  schooling  ,  but  all  you  do  is  send  him  pictures  of  the  cleared  balances  as  a  thank  you  .  

in  terms  of  saint’s  personality  ,  he’s  a  chaotic  boy  with  a  heart  of  gold  .  he  has  mastered  the  art  of  being  fake  --  he  knows  how  to  put  on  a  brave  face  in  public  ,  but  he’s  struggling  when  he’s  alone  .  saint  covers  up  his  insecurities  with  his  youtube  channel  ,  where  he  comes  across  as  your  typical  college  student  living  in  new  york  ,  but  he’s  the  furthest  from  it  .  he  doesn’t  handle  confrontation  well  and  he  hates  the  sound  of  yelling  ,  and  not  the  fun  kind  that  you  might  hear  at  a  party  .  he  has  a  tendency  of  apologizing  sometimes  even  when  something  isn’t  his  fault  by  a  long  shot  ,  but  he’s  also  a  chaotic  mess  at  times  !  he  flirts  like  there’s  nothing  to  it  with  anyone  who  has  a  pair  of  legs  ,  and  he  quite  honestly  might  call  someone  d*ddy  just  because  he  can  ORUEFSDS  .  

i’m  going  to  create  a  tag  of  wanted  connections  that  i’d  love  to  have  for  saint  ,  but  i’m  gonna  do  that  tomorrow  since  i’m  finishing  this  intro  at  nearly  3am  .  outright  though  ,  i  would  love  to  have  :

an  angsty  ex  boyfriend  👀  like  yes  PLEASE  hand  it  over  i  promise  i’ll  make  you  cry  :D

a  best  friend  !  probably  one  of  the  only  people  who  can  see  right  through  his  ‘  i’m  okay  ’  bullshit  

someone  that  tries  to  make  him  workout  but  in  reality  he’s  sitting  and  eating  a  bagel  on  the  weight  bench 

something  soft ?  something  really  sweet  and  enough  to  make  my  freaking  teeth  rot ?  could  either  be  a  boyfriend  or  girlfriend  thing  or  i  don’t  know  something  literally  anything  just  give  me  the  softness  that  i’ve  been  craving  for  my  boy  .

give  me  a  plot  where  they  full  on  hate  each  other  .  no  lingering  feelings  ,  no  soft  moments  –  give  me  a  full  bred  spicy  hate  ship  that  literally  gets  your  blood  pumping  .  it’s  all  i  want  in  life  ,  thank  u  .

SKINNY  LOVE  DO  NOT  PLAY  WITH  ME

i’m  really  feeling  a  one  night  stand  with  some  substance  ? like  yeah  ,  they  have  their  fun  together  but  they  don’t  pretend  to  not  know  each  other  in  public  (  unless  they  have  like  a  fierce  rivalry  going  on  or  something  )  so  they  probs  tend  to  be  a  little  like  confidants  at  times  but  it’s  still  them  having  fun !