in the land of gods and monsters

NEVERLAND is home to lost boys like m e && lost boys like me are FREE written by ellen

[gfdinoah]

for once, noah wasn’t high. he’d been having a relatively good day. the tattoo shop had been busy so he hadn’t even had time to think about getting high as he was too busy doing his job. it was only when he returned home that he felt the slight u r g e to have a joint, thinking that it would make the stress of the day fade a little. he held back, though, wanting to see if it actually was possible for him to ignore the little nagging feeling that he had which was trying to encourage him to do so. he’d been contemplating heading to bed, hoping that sleep would make the feeling disappear, when he suddenly heard someone’s voice. with a frown, he walks towards the door only to see huck with his head stuck through the cat flap, clearly completely out of it. “you’re a mess,” he mumbles, shaking his head. “what if you end up STUCK in there??”

[benzcs-blog]

“ y o u ‘ r e  a mess. “ the retort comes laced with a childish tone, which, in all truth, should be EXPECTED. he hadn’t given his point of entry much thought, but when does he ever give  a n y t h i n g  any kind of thought ?? “ you sayin’ my head is fat ?? ‘cos that’s— that’s just RUDE. “ he can’t even look up at noah properly as he speaks, having to keep his gaze trained on the floor— everything was  h a z y  and muddled, anyway. “ h e y, hey NOAH— you should’a come out with me !! you missed me kickin’ this guy’s ass; it was GREAT. “ he lets a drunken giggle slip past his lips, ignoring the way it made his head pound even harder. “ hey, can i come in ?? s’rude to leave guests waitin’ at the door, y’know. you’re bein’  s o  RUDE tonight. “ he slurs through his words as he moves to back out of the cat flap, hitting his nose on the way out. “ ow, god  d a m n  it !! why is it so SMALL ?? what about the fat cats, noah ?? how are they s’posed to get inside ?? “ he’s on his back, yelling questions towards the sky without a thought about who ELSE he could be disturbing.

[benzcs-blog]

    he’s a MESS, stumbling down the deserted street towards what he  t h i n k s  is home ; he can’t really remember or wrap his mind around anything but the way his head is pounding. he’d been feeling sad & slow for most of the day, which is why he’d done a few lines at home ; that always managed to perk him right up. but then, there had been the bar crawl where a couple of drinks had turned into too many to count— which had turned into huck wanting to fight with anyone who even LOOKED at him wrong. his lip is busted and there’s a bruise flowering around his right eye— but he won’t feel that until later. he looks around him and notices a familiar house on his right. he can’t q u i t e  remember who lives there, at the moment, but that doesn’t stop him from walking over. he trips up the steps, feeling his leg SCRATCH against the concrete before he proceeds to  c r a w l towards the door. he doesn’t bother with knocking. instead, he decides to stick his head through the cat flap at the bottom before calling out. ❛ DELIVERY !! ❜

[benzcs-blog]

❝ why a-are you falling OVER ?? ❞ ellian can barely get the words out of his mouth before he’s lost in a  f i t  of giggles. he looks at the other from his downward dog position, eyeing them through his legs. ❝ this i-is the EASIEST p-position !! ❞

[benzcs-blog]

     it’s three in the morning and he’s completely TRASHED, sitting at a booth amongst friends while they wait for the ridiculous amount of food that they had just ordered. he’s already bored with the idle conversation ; he could actually fall  a s l e e p  without much of an effort. however, he has other plans. there’s a SLY smirk pulling at his lips as he places his hand on the other’s thigh next to him, fingers dragging upwards at an agonizingly slow pace. he places his chin in his free hand, looking across the table at their friends and PRETENDING like he has a clue as to what they’re talking about.

[benzcs-blog]

     ❛ —— are you gonna cry ?? ❜ oh GOD, no; huck is  l i t e r a l l y  the worst at consoling someone who’s upset. his expression is already contorting into one of DISCOMFORT— he’s ready to  r u n.    ❛ it would be great if you DIDN’T. ❜

[michaelcera]

[love-personal]

[likeawintermachine]

[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

[benzcs-blog]

@turbiidus inspired by the second plot

     huck burkett & restaurants had NEVER been a good combination. in fact, the boy had been  b a n n e d  from almost every place in the city for dining-and-dashing, belligerence, and excessive drinking ; not to mention a novel’s worth of other inappropriate behaviors. so, it should be no SURPRISE to anyone when the boy’s SHARP tone cuts through the low hum of the crowded eatery.  ❛ so WHAT if i  l i k e  you, huh ?? what’re YOU gonna do about it ?? ❜ he’s looking at the other, bloodshot eyes contrasting the bright blue of his irises. it was in his nature to be COMBATIVE, especially when he’s already over the limit as far as alcohol was concerned—— e s p e c i a l l y, when he doesn’t understand why he feels the way he does. the entire room grows quiet and he turns to see everyone staring at them. ❛ um, EXCUSE YOU— we’re trying to have a fuckin’  p r i v a t e  conversation !! ❜ he yells, addressing the entire room. his gaze meets one person, in particular ; an older male who is DEFINITELY giving him some kind of evil eye. ❛ hey— h e y !! you wanna GO, gramps ?? ❜

[benzcs-blog]

imessage →🍍

OLIVER: i don't remember telling u to do that

OLIVER: why the fuck did u do that

OLIVER: actually i don't wanna know

OLIVER: bro i'm kinda in the middle of something atm

HUCK: u didnt

HUCK: ok i was high as fuck and had nowhere else to put them sue me

HUCK: it actually didn't feel so bad at first but now im about to shit my pants tbh

HUCK: um geT OUT OF IT ???

[benzcs-blog]

     ❝ —— oh my  g o d, turn the light off !! ❞ he groans, hiding his face in the hood of his jacket. never mind that this definitely ISN’T his house ( or his NEIGHBORHOOD, for that matter !! ) he’s being  s e r i o u s l y  inconvenienced here. 

[forusforthose]

[dope-fashion-style-deactivated2]

Underestimate me so I can embarrass you.

(via dope-fashion-style)

[benzcs-blog]

     ❝ NAH, you don’t get to tell me when i’m done ; I get to tell me when i’m done. ❞ a manic giggle leaves him in a RASP as he turns his back on the other. their presence in his room, usually a  w e l c o m e  respite from the constant flow of garbage that he associated with, was only serving to ANNOY him at the moment. ❝ if i gotta go to this fancy-pants party— what’ya call ‘em— a soiree ?? — yeah, that ain’t happenin’ until i do another line— at  l e a s t. ❞

[dailygossipgirl]

Best of Gossip Girl: Pilot [08/?]

[teenangst018]