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♡ & pipe down, you're no lover this feeling k e e p s your body tune well, i thought it was love but i guess i must be dreaming 'bout f e e l i n g something instead of you.

[desperate-housewives]

[eagernes-s]

[fcideas]

[adcrned-blog]

     it was only nine am, and marlowe was already having a horrible day. she was woken up around four in the morning by a crying ( and seemingly inconsolable ) one year old who absolutely refused to go back to sleep, the sitter called less than thirty minutes before she was supposed to leave for work to cancel on her, and when she finally managed to get out of the house, her car refused to start. so, here she was, taking the bus to her mother’s office, crying toddler in tow. that was where she was at the moment; seated on a city bus with mila in her lap, wondering what evil act she did to deserve this kind of negativity in her life. then, it happened. the child stopped crying. she looked down at her daughter ( who was looking at the stranger across from them ), and then up at the stranger. “ what did you do ? “ she asked, completely perplexed.

     UNLIKE his brother, sawyer prefers to take the bus. there’s something about the ability to people watch on his way to his destination that intrigues him –– that being said, he keeps to himself ninety-nine percent of the time. unless it’s to ask the bus driver a question or offer his seat to an elderly lady, it’s rare to hear a peep from him. even with his headphones in, though, he can hear the young child screaming relentlessly, their lung capacity well on display. sawyer’s never been around kids ( not even sure he likes them, really ) but he’s only human –– he doesn’t like the sound of a kid crying more than the next person, so he does what television has taught him to do. hesitantly, he puts a hand in front of his eyes before peeping out at the child. for a moment, the baby stops crying, curious, so he does it again. this time he earns a smile. when he hears the voice, he’s almost startled –– he’d forgotten that he was very much in public. “ oh. just the usual tricks, i guess. might help seeing it from a new face, maybe? ”

[alpine-insurrection]

[adcrned-blog]

REVERSE starter call !!

[adcrned-blog]

           SOMETHING AS SMALL AS quinn struggling to get into the apartment was enough for salvatore to be wide awake again, eyes on the ceiling as his hearing was focussed on quinn’s shenanigans. it wasn’t like he’d been fully asleep, though he was close to falling into a nice slumber. either way, he knew there was no way he’d be falling asleep now that his roommate was home again, especially since, by the sounds of it, he’d been drinking. or well, that’s an assumption salvatore made on the giggle he caught. while he wasn’t planning on getting up, he man knew he couldn’t ignore the ‘oof’ that echoed throughout their apartment, which is why he stepped out of bed and began his way towards where the sound was coming from. a small chuckle rolled over his lips at the sight he was met with, and instead of offering a hand, he sat down on the ground next to the other before he lifted up quinn’s head to place it on top of his thighs. “you realize that calling for help will help you way more than breaking your neck, right?’’ salvatore questioned teasingly, running his fingers through the younger man’s hair. “are you alright? anything hurting through that buzz of yours?’’ 

       MAYBE quinn wasn’t as careful as he’d like upon entering the apartment and the thud he leaves echoing through the halls doesn’t help. he’s a little more fucked up than he anticipated –– granted, the booze had been free. he lies there for a moment unmoving until he hears footsteps and feels warm hands lifting him up just slightly, his eyes closing when hair flops onto his face. “ didn’t want to bother you, ” he admits sheepishly, blinking finally when salvatore pushes his hair back. he wets his lips as he contemplates the next question, focusing to make sure that anything wasn’t hurting. that’s when he feels it. “ think my ankle’s a bit fucked, but i’m alright. ” the buzz keeps it from hurting too much but with dancing as part of his occupation, a possible injury should bother him more than this. “ probably just from tripping. i’m kinda tired, i think. there was an open bar. ” he lifts a finger as if to explain, looking up at salvatore with a drunken smile as the tip of his index moves to bump his nose. “ i love parties. they’re so fun, don’t you think? ”

[dreadwvlf-deactivated20180702]

wearealsoboats:

disgustingly cute domestic scenes to imagine your otp in:

getting slightly too drunk in the middle of the afternoon and slow dancing to dumb cheesy old music and kissing in a way that’s more laughter than actual kissing, mouths clumsy and hands gripping tight and sunlight slanting over them as they move lazily together 

curling up on the sofa together, feet tucked under thighs and arms around shoulders, watch the kind of crap tv that only airs at 3am because they don’t want to go to untangle themselves to go to bed

hectic mornings when they each need to be somewhere and they’re rushing around each other, ducking into bathrooms and bedrooms and kitchen cupboards, pausing to straighten tops and press kisses to cheeks

going through old photos together and collapsing into laughter every three pictures, and zooming in on ones where they’re pulling awful faces or ones that were taken at just the wrong moment

getting ready for nights out together, standing shoulder to shoulder as they brush their teeth or get their faces ready or style their hair, knocking elbows and hips as they try and hog more space

standing quietly together in the kitchen after long, exhausting days, leaning into each other for support, breathing in the smell of home, fingers carding through hair and stroking down spines, until they feel like they can relax and smile properly again

[adcrned-blog]

     IT’S late and quinn knows it as he stumbles back into their little shared space after struggling with the lock for just a minute too long. confused feet lead him to the small bathroom and he tries to compose himself a bit, green eyes and wide pupils glued to the mirror. after all, it’s likely the other is in a much more sober state – sleeping, even – and the last thing quinn wants to do is be a bother. so he tries his best to prep himself for sleep which he thinks he does rather successfully, but the in the back of his mind he knows there’s a good chance he’ll wake up to toothpaste smudges and scattered socks. he’ll sort it later. “ ‘m sorry, ” the apology leaves his mouth in a little whisper followed by a short giggle while he fumbles for a shirt in the drawer, pulling out one that likely doesn’t belong to him though he puts it on regardless. he can already hear their obvious protest to the minimal noise ( they’ve always been a sensitive sleeper ) and so quinn does his best to keep quiet but falters when his balance fails him, drunken feet sending him toppling onto the floor with an oof. 

[sunrisesongs]

Oh, but why did God give us fragile hearts  and such brutal bones to house them in? I want to be all tenderness but my hands are much too harsh.

Amrita C. (via sunrisesongs)

[yoongiseokjin]

[thequotejournals]

It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.

Sylvia Plath (via holdmxdownx)

[bienenkiste]

Photographed by Masha Mel for Metal Magazine

[courspourtavie]

[thequotejournals]

I am so afraid of disappointing the people I love, I often forget that I am someone I love too. And I need kindness just as much as I believe the people I love do.

Nikita Gill (via wordsnquotes)

[adaestra]

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang to the Monster

[oh-lovely-depressionn]