“I love you. You annoy me more than I ever thought possible, but… I want to spend every irritating minute with you.”
Turk from Scrubs (via somethingborrowedsomeoneloved)
Peter Solarz
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

Andulka
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we're not kids anymore.
cherry valley forever

@theartofmadeline
Cosimo Galluzzi
RMH
Stranger Things
DEAR READER
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
trying on a metaphor
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JBB: An Artblog!
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@auggie-rice
“I love you. You annoy me more than I ever thought possible, but… I want to spend every irritating minute with you.”
Turk from Scrubs (via somethingborrowedsomeoneloved)
Look, the one thing I like about getting married is that you get to stand up in front of everyone you care about and state, for the record, that you believe in the best case scenario. It terrifies me. But that’s why the outfits are so nice.
What if (via brookensever)
Merry Christmas lovelies.
Merry Christmas to you, too, Rae!
Excuse me? I am not a bitch, I am a pimp. Come on, Cece, you should know this by now. *smirks at her and winks*
You’re a pimp? Haha! That’s a good joke. You’re an Auggie. Franklin misses you. He carries around a picture of you everywhere.
FRANKLIN
NO. DON'T YOU START!
Excuse me? I am not a bitch, I am a pimp. Come on, Cece, you should know this by now. *smirks at her and winks*
You’re a pimp? Haha! That’s a good joke. You’re an Auggie. Franklin misses you. He carries around a picture of you everywhere.
I'm the best damn Auggie too, and you remember that! No! God, I missed you, but not Frank...
Aside from the fact that you just indirectly called me a loser, I agree with you completely. It’s too dead around here.
Dead? A graveyard’s dead, but at least people are gathered together there. This place is just lonely man, we should have a party to live it up.
Yeah, good point. We should, like a New Year's party...in Vegas! Oh god, that place has too many memories.
Bitches love me too.
Excuse me? I am not a bitch, I am a pimp. Come on, Cece, you should know this by now. *smirks at her and winks*
I’ve only been gone for a couple of months and this place died completley. Seriously loosers, time to party it up in your pathetic lives.
Aside from the fact that you just indirectly called me a loser, I agree with you completely. It's too dead around here.
Meaow
...you alright there, buddy?
Fifth Harmony? They were on the X Factor and got third place?! Toured with Cher Lloyd and going to tour with Demi Lovato and Little Mix?!
Aves, you say all that like I'm supposed to know those people, haha. Is that like a band?
Landon and Luke
Fifth Harmony dance party.
Fifth what?
Calling Out In the Dark || Open?
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Calling Out In the Dark || Open?
August took a deep breath as he casually walked through the eerily empty streets of Manhattan. The only reason they were empty was because it was three in the morning and anyone who had a life was fast asleep. Yet, there was August carrying a plastic bag full of convenient store foods and a messenger bag. With a quick look over his shoulder, he turned down a street and deviated from his normal route.
Picking up his pace, he held a tight grip on the strap of his bag as he jogged down the narrow street. His breath came out in cloudy puffs when he slowed to a stop suddenly. He looked to the building on his left, searching for a light in the apartment on the fifth floor. But like he remembered, the windows were dark and a light blue sheet of paper was still taped to the door: “Looking for an apartment? Look no further! The fifth floor is free and it was owned by a celebrity!” He wanted to be able to make out two figures bickering about something or other in the window. Maybe even a smaller silhouette would appear and join the side of the tallest.
August frowned, why was he standing there? Why had he come to this place? “Fucking hell…” He cursed, running a hand though his hair out of frustration. He knew she wouldn’t be there, she hadn’t been there for months. But there was always that foolish, naïve part of him that hoped maybe one day she’d come back. Whether she had forgotten something in her old apartment, or she wanted to see the holiday window displays – he just wished she would suddenly be there. Yet, he also knew that she had moved on, like everyone else, and to do bigger and better things. She had to raise her daughter and become a better model than Naomi Campbell. She needed to leave and that she did. “Night, Cecilia…” August whispered, before he turned away and went back the way he had come.
August continued his journey home, passing the New York Zoo. He walked passed the entrance and stopped short of making it to the end of the block. He turned around and walked back to the gated entrance of the zoo. He stood there for a moment, the faint laughter of a particular little girl ringing in his ears. “Those damn butterflies,” August laughed quietly, a strange pinging in his chest. He moved closer to the gate, grabbing one of the cold metal bars, and tried to see the memory more clearly. But the darkness was too thick and the pain was too much, so he let his hand fall away as he backed up.
For a brief moment, his mind drifted and he wonder how the young girl was. A shiver down his spine pushed that thought out, bringing painful memories with it. A family of brunettes and singers. They were always meant for each other. From the beginning they were loved, and for a good reason. Both of them were kind and friendly, constantly watching out for others. But they were gone now, they too had moved on. August didn’t bother to stay a moment longer, tears stinging the back of his eyes. He briskly walked away, mumbling to himself, “Fucking Scotts…”
August resisted the urge to go anywhere else he’d be reminded of the people he loved. He avoided Central Park and Rae, he avoided the bakery and Jazz, he avoided the bookstore and Fay, he avoided Radio City Hall and Lotus, he avoided everything he could. He just wanted to get home, to eat dinner, to cuddle, and then go to bed. And maybe never wake up again to this nightmare.
August violently stabbed his key into the keyhole and opened the door to his apartment. The lights were off and that meant one of two things: he was asleep or he was gone. Recently, he had always been gone, busy with work or friends. August trudged into his home, taking off his messenger bag and leaving it on the floor. He sat the plastic bag on the kitchen counter and took off his leather jacket, draping it over the corner of the island. He warmed the small container of soup he had bought in the microwave and pulled a beer out of the fridge. Feeling lazy and too tired, August didn’t bother turning on any lights and ate in the dark. Of course, that was a bad idea, because his mind roamed as he ate his tomato soup.
Everyone was gone, in one form or another. Most had moved out of New York to continue to pursue their dreams or to raise their families. Others had stopped coming around because work kept them busy and they didn’t have the time they used to. August was still there though, and maybe that was the loneliest part. The thought of being somewhere that held so many memories, some pleasant, some painful – but not being able to leave. It was like being stuck in time, while everyone you loved continued to move on. Not being able to catch up with them, but watching their backs in the distance get farther and farther away. August was in last place of a race he couldn’t seem to win. Even Brooklyn had left him behind.
“Gah, what a shitty night,” August growled, as he threw his food away. He walked into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. Smirking, he forced out a hoarse laugh, “Looks like it’s just you and me again, buddy…”
Holy Trinity || Addie
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August could only smile as Brook agreed with him. He planned to wipe his mess off of Brook’s face, but before he could the brunet was on his back and pulling off his briefs. By the time Brooklyn was fingering himself, August was already hard again. He didn’t mind just sitting back and watching his husband finish himself - but when he heard that sweet, sweet voice call his name, he couldn’t watch any longer. August leaned over the brunet, one hand propped to hold him up, as he used the other to wipe the cum off the corner of Brook’s mouth. “You can’t just do that and expect me to only watch,” August wasn’t really talking to Brook, his mind preoccupied with other things. He took ahold of Brook’s hand, removing it from inside himself and pushing it aside. He took a minute to suck on his fingers, before he pushed his index finger inside the brunet, moving it in and out at a steady pace. He leaned in and gave Brook a quick kiss, then moved to his neck. Kissing down to the collarbone and moving toward his chest. He gave his husband a kiss right in the middle of his torso and oh so gracefully gave the flesh a hard bite, as he inserted another finger.