been a while since i have done an actual starter call on any blog but i think im in the rob mood so :-] like this for a starter !

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styofa doing anything
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we're not kids anymore.

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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been a while since i have done an actual starter call on any blog but i think im in the rob mood so :-] like this for a starter !
Stranger Things 3 (2019) Chapter Seven: The Bite
taylor swift // red (taylor’s version) from the vaults edition rp meme.
edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!
ronan.
i remember your little laugh.
i love you to the moon and back.
i remember your blue eyes looking into mine.
i can still feel you hold my hand.
you fought it hard like an army guy.
come on, baby, with me, we’re gonna fly away from here.
you were my best four years.
blind hope turned to crying and screaming ‘why?’
no one knows what to say.
it’s about to be halloween.
you could be anything you wanted if you were still here.
i remember the last day.
what if i’m standing in your closet trying to talk to you?
what if i kept the hand-me-downs you won’t grow into?
what if i really thought some miracle would see us through?
what if the miracle was even getting one moment with you?
better man.
i know i’m probably better off on my own.
i see the permanent damage you did to me.
i just wish i could forget when it was magic.
i wish it wasn’t 4am.
you know you had to do it.
i know the bravest thing i ever did was run.
sometimes, in the middle of the night, i can feel you again.
i just miss you.
i just wish you were a better man.
i know why we had to say goodbye.
i know i’m probably better of all alone.
it was always on your terms.
i waited on every careless word.
your jealousy, oh, i can hear it now.
talking down to me like i’d always be around.
push my love away like it was some kind of loaded gun.
you never thought i’d run.
i hold onto this pride because these days it’s all i have.
i have to you my best and we both know you can’t say that.
i wonder what we would’ve become.
we might still be in love.
nothing new.
they hunt and slay.
criticize the way you fly.
looks like she’s been through it.
what will become of me?
what will become of me once i’ve lost my novelty?
i’ve had too much to drink tonight.
i know it’s sad, but this is what i think about.
it’s like i can feel time moving.
how can a person know everything at eighteen, but nothing at twenty-two?
will you still want me when i’m nothing new?
how long will it be cute?
you can’t blame it on my youth.
my cheeks are growing tired from turning red and faking smiles.
are we only biding time till i lose your attention?
it’s a fever dream.
babe.
what about your promises?
didn’t wanna be the one that got away?
you broke the sweetest promise.
you broke the sweetest promise that you never should have made.
you call, but i won’t hear it.
how could you do this?
you said ‘no one else.’
you really blew this.
we ain’t getting through this one.
this is the last time i’ll ever call you.
it’s strange how your face doesn’t look so innocent.
your secret has its consequences.
that’s on you.
i break down every time you call.
we’re a wreck.
we’re a wreck, you’re the wrecking ball.
her lips on your neck, i can’t unsee.
i can’t love you.
message in a bottle.
i know that you like me, and it’s kinda frightening.
i know that you like me.
i became hypnotized by freckles and bright eyes.
you’re so far away.
i’m reaching for you.
i’m reaching for you, terrified.
you could be the one that i love.
i could be the one that you dream of.
a message in a bottle is all i can do, standing here, hoping it gets to you.
you could be the one that i keep.
i could be the reason you can’t sleep at night.
these days i’m restless.
workdays are endless.
look how you made me.
time moves faster.
i bet you think about me.
i’ll bet you’re just fine.
the girl in your best has a fine pedigree.
i’ll bet your friends tell you she’s better than me.
i tried to fit in with your upper-crust circles.
they let me sit back when we were in love.
they sit around talking about the meaning of life.
we’re done and it’s over.
i bet you couldn’t believe when you realised i’m harder to forget than i was to leave.
i’m harder to forget than i was to leave.
i bet you think about me.
you can’t help who you fall for.
you said we’re too different.
you laughed at my dreams, rolled your eyes at my jokes.
do you have all the space that you need?
i don’t have to be your shrink to know that you’ll never be happy.
the love that you’re looking for is the love that you had.
last time you felt free was when none of that shit mattered.
you were with me.
forever winter.
why fall in love, just so you can watch it go away?
he spends most of his nights wishing it was how it used to be.
it’s not just a phase i’m in.
my voice comes out begging.
all this time i didn’t know you were breaking down.
i’d fall to pieces on the floor if you weren’t around.
too young to know it gets better.
i’ll be summer sun for you forever.
i’ll be summer sun for you forever, forever winter if you go.
he seems fine most of the time.
his laugh is a symphony.
when the lights go out, it’s hard to breathe.
i pull at every thread trying to solve the puzzles in his head.
live my life scared to death he’ll decide to leave instead.
my voice comes out screaming.
i’d take that bomb in your head and disarm it.
i’d say i love you even at your darkest.
please don’t go.
believe in one thing: i won’t go away.
i don’t go away.
run.
we shouldn’t be in this town.
i’d drive away before i let you go.
give me a reason and don’t say no.
i’ll wait for you.
darling, let’s run, run from it all.
we can go where our eyes can take us.
go where no one else is.
i’ll sing like no one cares.
i could see this view a hundred times.
since i gave it to you, there’s a heart on your sleeve.
there’s been this hole in my heart.
this thing was a shot in the dark.
say you’ll never let ‘em tear us apart.
i’ll hold onto you while we run.
the very first night.
i wish i could fly.
i wish i could fly. i’d pick you up and we’d go back in time.
i miss you like it was the very first night.
i don’t seem brokenhearted.
my friends say they know everything i’m going through.
i drive down different roads, but they all lead back to you.
they weren’t riding in the car when we both fell.
they don’t know how much i miss you.
we never saw it coming.
not trying to fall in love, but we did.
we didn’t know we were built to fall apart.
we were built to fall apart.
we broke each other’s hearts.
don’t forget about the night out in LA.
no one knows about the words that we whispered.
take me away.
take me away to you.
do you know how much i miss you?
i wish that we could go back in time.
all too well (10 minute version)
something about it felt like home somehow.
i left my scarf there.
you’ve still got it in your drawer, even now.
your sweet disposition and my wide eyed gaze.
we’re singing in the car, getting lost upstate.
autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place.
i can picture it after all these days.
i know it’s long gone.
the magic’s not here no more.
i might be okay but i’m not fine at all.
i’m not fine at all.
i remember it all too well.
you tell me bout your past, thinking your future was me.
fuck the patriarchy.
we were always skipping town.
any time now, he’s gonna say it’s love.
you never called it what it was.
you never called it what it was till we were dead and gone and buried.
after three months in the grave.
all i felt was shame.
you held my lifeless frame.
i forget about you long enough to forget why i needed to.
coz there were are again in the middle of the night.
nobody had to know.
you kept me like a secret, but i kept you like an oath.
you kept me like a secret.
i kept you like an oath.
we’d swear to remember it all too well.
maybe we got lost in translation.
maybe i asked for too much.
maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you torn it all up.
running scared, i was there.
you call me up again just to break me like a promise.
so casually cruel in the name of being honest.
i’m a crumbled up piece of paper lying here.
they say all’s well that ends well.
but i’m in a new hell every time you double-cross my mind.
i’m in a new hell.
you said if we had been closer in age maybe it would have been fine.
that made me want to die.
the idea you had of me, who was she?
a never needing, ever lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you.
you, that’s what happened.
it’s supposed to be fun, turning twenty-one.
time won’t fly, it’s like i’m paralyzed by it.
i’d like to be my old self again.
i’d like to be my old self again, but i’m still trying to find it.
i walk home alone.
it reminds you of innocence.
you can’t get rid of it.
it was rare, i was there.
i was never good at telling jokes, but the punch line goes: i’ll get older but your loves stay my age.
i’m a soldier who’s returning half her weight.
did the twin flame bruise paint you blue?
just between us, did the love affair maim you too?
did the love affair maim you too?
i still remember the first fall of snow.
do you remember it all too well?
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚢 thank god thank god im not scared 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑔𝑜𝑑 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 ––– THOUGHTS ‘N PRAYERS, THOUGHTS ‘N PRAYERS! [ by róisín. ]
@kasprzaks asked: i don’t believe you.
“ well, sure, i’m pretty unbelievable. ” features strike a grin, a little silly in its placement, sloppy in its presentation. hand clutching to the vhs copy of conan the barbarian swaying toyingly, a funny gesture that begs a playful nature –– one that’s nearly immediately nullified by the seriousness her face allows to overtake itself. “ but it’s my job to warn you kids, they pay me to be the best family video clerk there ever was. it’s quite literally in my contract. ” she removes herself from the position she’d found, leaning over the counter to speak to him like everything was some great big secret, and now stands tall, moving her attention to the register and beginning the process of ringing him up. “ but hey, what’s it to me? you watch it, you get the curse, yadda, yadda, i mean . . . it definitely doesn’t effect me. curses are a kinda solitary thing, you know? individual. ” expression is distracted, like she could no longer care even an ounce less. shoulders move up and down in a half - hearted shrug and she bags the copy, tossing it on the counter in front of him. “ that’ll be two bucks, casper. ”
Steve escorting Robin to prom so she can dance with Tammy fucking Thompson in my wingman fic (he’s kirby ofc)
book meme / misc. stories, jacqueline woodson content warning for blood and violence.
from the notebooks of melanin sun
here i am. alive.
this is all anybody needs to be happy.
you planning on staying awhile?
don’t keep me hanging.
and you’re important to me.
the world doesn’t work that way.
and when i can’t speak it, i write it down.
it feels right and whole and good.
don’t even try it.
there’ll be a hundred names for him. but he’ll know who he is.
just to let us know we’re still alive.
i’ll get it.
the bad kind.
i don’t believe you.
this is the last one.
you just don’t want it to happen, that’s all.
boy, i’ll go upside your head so hard you gonna wish you was never born.
i wish it didn’t matter so much. but it does, doesn’t it?
these are my notebooks. my stories.
it’s like that in our house.
what do you mean, what’s up with that?
so i keep quiet.
what time is it?
i want to do the right thing.
i wish i was different.
i’m on the outside of things.
sometimes, i don’t have words.
miracle’s boys
you ready?
i almost said, too.
feels like being a stranger in your own house, like everything that used to mean something doesn’t anymore. even your own name.
they don’t mess with me, i don’t mess with them.
you don’t know nothing about me, little boy.
if i was real quiet, it was like i was invisible.
no you. no more.
what’s wrong with you, man?
what made you cold?
nobody in this room talking to you. you hear anybody call your name?
that’s why i’m here asking you.
then you had to go and open your fat mouth.
like a clock ticking away somebody’s life.
reddest blood i’d ever seen in my life.
i know he didn’t kill anybody.
if they’re fast enough.
that’s cold, man.
blow somebody’s head off.
that’s what you think, stupid.
locomotion
i used to talk all the time.
you’ll sleep in here.
i felt safe then.
where’s that boy i used to know, the one who couldn’t be quiet?
and then i leave fast.
that ain’t right.
but i was just a little kid and nobody else was around.
you need to laugh sometimes.
some days, like today and yesterday and probably tomorrow, that’s all that’s on my mind.
and my voice got quieter. and quieter. and quiet.
this ain’t much, but it’s all i have.
the monsters that come at night don’t breathe fire, have two heads or long claws.
but i don’t.
last night this commercial came on tv.
i look at my knuckles.
sometimes i sit counting the stars.
the kind of crying where no tears came out.
i mean, we’re not supposed to want to.
leave me alone –––– i don’t wanna fucking hurt anyone!
Chloë Sevigny photographed by Antonio Macarro
AGHGAGHAGHHAG AHOY SPONGEBOB WHERE IS ME MONEY
hands full, one with a carton of orange juice and a glass to pour it into, the other with an ice tray she’d just grabbed from the freezer, she’s left with nothing but her foot to shove both doors on the fridge closed ( which, to be noted, is a wild feat of aerobics, and all to be done while balancing so graciously a phone against her shoulder, and being so cautious as to not tug it clean from the wall altogether ). focus returns as she begins to place her items down on the kitchen table. “ deeee – ad serious, ” she says, speaking only once she found her feet both planted safely on the floor. “ keanu in point break, keanu in bill and ted. following? ” she feigns a pause, albeit too brief for the question to be answered by anyone other than herself, as she shifts the phone so that she holds it, her empty hand now working to get her ice cold o.j. ready. “ ted’s the winner. hands down. no fucking competition. you seen that movie yet? we should go. you oughta come out here or something, crash with me. my couch has only, like, five ketchup stains on it. max. ” she spares a glance into her living room before offering a shrug. “ six, whatever. six. but you won’t even notice because you’ll be so impressed by my big girl bahston apahtment. ” ; @fuckindildos.
the last days of disco (whit stillman, 1998)
Duf.fers like lgbtq trauma so i expect them to ruin this hc but robins mom, when rob does come out, is so! supportive!
how do i stop growing up this isn’t fun anymore
Cher and Winona Ryder ,1990.
im projecting my favorite familial dynamic onto the buckleys and that’s cher/ryder/ricci in mermaids