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adam day, 18, i make shitty movies

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samael&adam//i breathe disaster

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shlpwreck:

’ what you could say, is hey, thank you for this magically holographic lighter, would you like – ’ when the other offered him a drink, samael was instantly interrupted, nodding enthusiastically at his words. ’ what i was saying, offer me a drink, and that’s exactly what you did! what a smart human. ’ he didn’t even mean the words in a sarcastic or a derogatory way, more likely exclaiming his emotions in the most… humane way possible to him.

Adam found Samael’s strange behavior... charming, he decided. Hanging out with him was certainly more interesting than smoking alone and then heading back up to his apartment to watch TV. He put his cigarette out on his shoe and tossed it into a nearby trash can. “Alright, let’s go then.” He directed a wicked grin at Samael as he started walking back towards the lobby of the building. 

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declensicns:

Marwa felt the soft material of her long floral dress brush against her ankles as she clumsily stumbled into her cluttered little apartment with two shopping bags in her arms, both filled to the brim with new materials for her art. The way she’d paint canvas after canvas, run all her best pens dry and use up all the clay in sight, it came as no surprise that she already needed new supplies after her last trip to the store. She set the h e a v y bags down on the black couch, an exhausted sigh slipping past her plump lips before her dimunitive hands went from gently straightening out the soft maroon hijab on her head to patting the pockets on her beige coat in an attempt to locate her missing keys. “Oh no.. No, no, no!”, Marwa gasps and immediately rushes back outside, her lips pursed in a disappointed pout as she thoroughly scanned the floors of the currently pervaded hallways of the cozy lunar grove apartment building. “Where are they?”, she mumbled as she mentally cursed herself for being so damn forgetful. How did someone lose the exact same keys they’d just used to start their scooter?!

Honestly, this building was way nicer than anything Adam had expected to live in. Even if his apartment was relatively small, he was far away from his hometown and wasn’t living in his car anymore, so things were looking up. Adam was just locking the door to his apartment to head over to the park to film when he saw someone rush out of their apartment, frantically searching the hallways. “Lose something?” He walked towards the person, his hands jammed into his pockets.

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gfjgsjdlk i got lost playing dream daddy 

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gfjgsjdlk i got lost playing dream daddy 

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me in real life (pls ignore my smudgy eyeliner my eyes were watering that day akdlfjasfk)

my dream daddy character and how i’m going to be, i made him literally have my exact name and i made him gay and trans, this is me in like twenty-five years, i’m only like ten minutes into it but honestly god fucking bless this game

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shylexx:

“oh yeah, nice to meet you too. maybe next time i see you i can try and hit you with my car.” lex laughed-wow, so not funny. “i mean, that was supposed to be a joke.” she pointed out, laughing even more at her own stupidity. “oh thanks, it’s a ten speed.” lex didn’t really know why she was still talking, “what’s a long board?” she asked, “is that like, a skateboard?” 

Adam chuckled at her joke, glad he wasn’t the only awkward one who made bad jokes. “Sounds like a date.” Aaaand now you sound like you’re asking her out. “That also was supposed to be a joke.” He smiled at her when she mentioned her bike, glancing back over at it. “Yeah, a longboard is like a long skateboard. I think it originally was like a surfboard that people attached to wheels or something.” 

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eric&adam//all dressed up in bad news

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ericsrcign:

Eric paused for a moment to pass judgments on the flirting eighteen-year-old. Cute, but definitely too young for him. He was positive Adam was in his teens. Eric humored him with a teasing (amused) smirk of his own, pretending to go along with it. “Wait there,” he said, entering the supply room. He returned to Adam, a pitcher of ice-cold water in hand. “This sparkling drink is what we call ‘You’re not allowed by state law to drink liquor until you’re 21 years old, and I know you haven’t turned 21 yet’.” (There was no real malice from his end towards the audacious younger boy. He was interested in making a friend.)

An intense blush built behind his cheeks, he had expected maybe a simple rejection, but nothing as humiliating as this. He scrambled for his wallet, his hands were shaking with how flustered and anxious this situation had started to make him feel. He slapped his fake ID onto the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. His pout wasn’t doing him any favors on the whole trying-to-look-older thing. “What do you say to that, asshole?” 

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bloomingpoppy:

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“okay…so—" poppy took a deep breath in, her brown hues took a brief moment to glance about her apartment, finally settling on the boy in front of her. they were sitting at her wooden kitchen table that went well with the humble abode. she fidgeted with her necklace, running the small pendant left and right on the chain. “i mean, it’s not really too much? two bedrooms, one bathroom…” she was slightly nervous—not only was this a stranger she was letting into her house, but she’d be questioning him if he’d be the proper person to move in with her. “…a patio, we’re allowed to have animals…do you have any questions before i start to ask you questions?”

adam didn’t want to get too excited about this interview, there was no guarantee this woman would pick him to be her roommate, he had no idea how many other people she was interviewing. it’s just that he was so tired of sleeping in his car and this was the only apartment in town that was open that he could afford. “it’s awesome.” he took another look around the room from where he was sitting. “uh. how do you feel about pets. do you want one?” he wasn’t sure whether he wanted one or not, but he felt awkward not asking anything.

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samael&adam//i breathe disaster

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shlpwreck:

samael dropped the cigarette with ease, his bright purple irises staring right at the person in front of him. an idiotically wide smile spread on his lips, as he cheerfully exclaimed his word at the stranger. ’ my name is samael. sam, if you will. ’ he most likely sounded like a little child, introducing himself to new friends – but that’s who he was, bright smiles ninety percent of the time, unless he had a valid reason to shift his emotions – which were little, yet still there. extending his lighter at the male once more, he offered – ’ would you like to keep this? ’

The purple eyes threw him off if he was being honest, as did the voice Sam introduced himself with. Adam was still interested though, Sam was one of the most interesting people had met in town so far and he kind of wanted to learn more. He raised one eyebrow with an amused smirk at Samael’s offer. “Shucks, I don’t know what to say.” He took the lighter and looked it over for a second and put it in his pocket. “Thanks.” An idea came into his mind, and before he could doubt himself he blurted it out. “Would you like to come up for a drink or something?”

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shylexx:

lex got off her bike and stood next to it, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes refusing to look at his, they found anything else possible to look at, her shoes, her bike, the tree behind him. anything but his eyes. she didn’t like anger. it terrified her absolutely to her core. when he apologized she felt the happiness come back into her body, she straightened up, uncrossed her arms and actually looked at him. being yelled at had an effect on her, it made her tense up, it made her remember things that she didn’t want to remember. “that’s okay, i am really sorry, i should have been paying more attention.” she offered, knowing that it probably wasn’t enough. she really needed to work on getting her head out of the clouds. “oh, i’m alexis, but most people call me lex.” 

“It’s, uh, nice to meet you. Obviously not under these circumstances, but.” God, could I be any more awkward. “That’s a, uh, nice bike.” Adam pointed to the bike, as if she didn’t know what bike he was referring to. “I have a long board back home for when I don’t want to drive.” She didn’t ask, you should have just walked away why are you like this.

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cayden&adam//one chance to get it right

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caydenelenor:

Cayden almost cringed at the scene in front of him. He could tell that the barista both felt bad as well as annoyed for having the drink being handed back–- and he could tell that the man returning it very bad for having to yet annoyed because it wasn’t correct. Deciding to just keep to himself, Cayden took a small step back just to avoid the awkwardness between the costumer and the barista, but that probably just made it more awkward causing him to cringe again–- just this time at himself. When a grin was flashed toward him followed by a quick apology of sorts the male just waved it off. “ It’s fine–- I understand. ” Was his quick response, not wanting to make the other male feel bad. “ Why pay for something you didn’t order. ” He noticed the barista shoot him a glare but he shrugged it off. He knew what they were going through and it wasn’t that big of a deal. “ You weren’t rude or anything– ” He tried to clarify, hoping to make sure the other male wouldn’t feel bad.

Adam smiled at the stranger, happy he didn’t just blow Adam off or berate him for being demanding. “Yeah, I’m the picture of civility and grace.” The barista pushed the fixed drink towards him without saying anything and Adam picked it up, taking a sip. “Perfect.” He grinned at the barista and received an eye-roll in reply. He directed his attention back to the stranger, extending his free hand towards him. “Adam.”

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eric&adam//all dressed up in bad news

Honestly, he had ways to get wine that didn’t require his direct involvement, this was just for fun. He put on one of his stupidly tight pairs of jeans and clingy t-shirts and marched his merry ass to the local winery, humming the whole way. Adam had walked past this winery dozens of times and had seen the same really cute guy in there almost every time, and as luck would have it, he was behind the counter when Adam walked in. His nerves starting to fire up, but he shoved them down and plastered a smirk on his face. “Hey there. I’m looking for a nice wine.” He leaned against the counter and tilted his head to the side. “Pick out whatever you think would be the best one to share with the sexy counter boy at the local winery.”

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samael&adam//i breathe disaster

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shlpwreck:

he didn’t know if he was supposed to laugh or not, head turning slightly to the side as he let out a small ‘ha’, his version of laughing at a joke he didn’t understand. the boy didn’t even attempt to explain himself, instead just raising the cancer stick up slightly, eyeing it before shrugging. ’ i don’t even know. ’ it’s not like he even had a decent explanation, the reason why he did it was still a mystery to the angel himself.

He appreciated the pity laugh, most of the time people just stared at him blankly when he made terrible joke. This person was so odd, Adam watched as he seemingly inspected his cigarette before giving that weird vague answer. Adam nodded awkwardly like he understood that response. There was another beat of silence, Adam just smoked and tried to figure out something else to say. He finally just decided to introduce himself. “I’m Adam.” He directed a small smile at the stranger.

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samael&adam//i breathe disaster

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shlpwreck:

taking the lighter back, samael didn’t bother saying anything, instead just shrugging lightly. his curious eyes froze on the stranger, scanning his face slowly – way to make yourself seem like a creeper. the lit cigarette just stayed between his fingers as he saw the other actually smoking one, his own slowly turning into ash instead. ’ bad for your lungs, too. ’ the boy stated matter of factly, something he had read on one of the packages he bought for himself.

It was a little weird to be stared at so intensely by a stranger, but Adam was still intrigued. “Yeah, well, we all die, it just bothers me if my method is way too expensive.” He laughed at his own joke before realizing it wasn’t very funny and wasn’t even a joke really. The awkward laugh tapered off and his cheeks blazed red at what a fucking asshole he was making of himself in front of this guy. He observed the other out of the corner of his eye, trying to be less obvious than his counterpart, and noticed that he wasn’t even smoking his cigarette, just watching it slowly disintegrate in his fingers. “Uh, any reason you aren’t, you know, smoking yours? You realize the Fault in Our Stars thing was that he didn’t light it, right?” Another attempted ‘joke’.

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shylexx:

“please don’t yell at me.” lex muttered under her breath, anger took a lot out of her. when people got angry she always ran in the opposite direction, it was an emotion she couldn’t handle, she returned the emotion usually with a horrified look on her face and sometimes a few tears. “i’m sorry, please just - please don’t yell at me.” lex kept talking even though she was sure they were ignoring her. 

Wow, I’m a fucking asshole. His face turned red in embarrassment at how hurt this person was at him yelling at her. He had felt justified in his reaction, considering she almost hit him with her bike, but seeing her on the verge of tears, he wished he could take it back. “No, I’m sorry, it wasn’t that big of a deal, I shouldn’t have been such a dick.” He stood there awkwardly, not knowing what the say. He coughed after a few seconds and tripped over saying “I’m, I’m. uh, Adam.”

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dealing in favors ;; cora&adam

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fckncora:

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cora was a bartender, she could do anything with her life, she could go to school and get as many degrees as she wanted, or be anything she wanted. yet, she chose this, she chose to stand behind a bar and wait on people. it wasn’t glamorous, but she enjoyed it. it was easy, and she made a lot of money. but sometimes, it wasn’t enough. it wasn’t enough of a rush, not enough adrenaline to get her through her every day life. so she indulged in more things, things that were illegal. she hadn’t been caught, so it was fine. it wasn’t like she was doing anything horrible, she wasn’t killing people or robbing banks. just robbing people, and liquor stores. just one small sleight of hand and she could have someone’s wallet without them even knowing. in her mind, she wasn’t doing anything wrong, she was just enjoying life. 

when approached by adam, she didn’t think twice about saying no. it was easy money. all she had to do was buy him alcohol and he would pay her for it. but there wasn’t enough profit there in her mind. she wanted to make more money. she waited until the bar was closing down, she was the only one there and the cameras were off for the night. no one watched them anyways, so it’s not like she would get into any trouble. looking around to make sure there was no one - she knew there wasn’t, but was just being careful - she slipped a few bottles into her backpack, clocked out and walked out to her car. easy money. 

Having a contact for alcohol was basically Adam’s first priority when he moved to Lunar Grove. He had always had one back in Texas, so finding another steady way to get alcohol was a huge relief to him, even if it meant spending money he didn’t really have. To have stumbled upon a morally ambiguous bartender was a feat of luck he honestly had trouble believing, so meeting her for the first time to actually buy from her made him anxious. He waited in the agreed upon place, a parking lot that was abandoned at this time of night. Cora had slightly berated him about being so paranoid but meeting this way made him feel more assured about the whole situation. Headlights blinded him as a car pulled into the parking lot, and Adam’s heart starting racing wildly until he saw that it was Cora. His heart slowed and he wore a wide grin of relief as he walked toward her car, calling out “Holy shit, I’m glad it’s you.”

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samael&adam//i breathe disaster

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shlpwreck:

the emptier his cigarette pack became, the more he got to wondering why he even bothered to buy them in the first place. his co-workers had made a joke out of him, instantly hollering ’it’s a metaphore’ at him whenever they saw him with a cigarette. he didn’t like the smell or the taste it left behind, but he still found himself lighting one up, just for the sake of watching it burn. it was fascinating, and whenever he actually decided to take a breath of it, it left him dizzy and lightheaded, every single time. it was no different now – a lit cigarette slipped between his fingers, and his mouth nowhere near it. head snapping up when he heard someone speak, he instantly reached out to hand him his lighter, the one that he held in a tight grip of his hand.

“Uh, thanks.” It was a little weird the he didn’t say anything, but Adam had asked for a lighter, not a conversation. He lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply. He just smoked for awhile in silence, but eventually felt like he should say something. He didn’t really have any friends in this town, so cute silent smoker dude was going to have to hear him try and force a conversation. “I need to quit, I’m broke as fuck and this shit isn’t cheap.” 

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samael&adam//i breathe disaster

He should have just bought another lighter when he was at the store, what the fuck. It’s just that he hadn’t wanted to spend money on another one when he knew he probably had one at home. He laughed quietly at himself and his logic, knowing that the best way to save money would to be to quit smoking. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. That was a problem for another day. Right now he really just needed this cigarette. He looked over at the person smoking a few feet away from him, and after a minute of working up the courage called out, “Hey, do you have a light?” God, could I sound anymore like a fucking twelve year old. His cheeks turned red, and he tried again in a lower voice. “Mine’s out.” 

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