- ̗̀ blake townsend ̖́-

[blakeingit]

rolandxcavana:

“Maybe, you never know,” he attempts to joke. “But then again… statistics say otherwise, in that area,” he adds on. Letting out a borderline over-dramatized sigh, Roland nods his head. “Yeah, I know. But… then I have to take that all off when  I get too hot, or come inside. It’s just easier to dress for one temperature,” he pauses. “Just as easy as it is to complain about the weather,” he adds with a light laugh.” 

“Wow, your life sounds so incredibly hard, Cavanaugh,” Blake retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “But I guess it must be nice when the weather is the biggest issue in your teenage life instead of, you know, a crazy dude pretending to be the ghost of Dante Arroyo who’s threatening to expose you if you don’t do his evil bidding.” 

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boallenisms:

“You’re still here so apparently it’s working…” There was no trace of humor in his words, though, which was uncharacteristically off for Bo. He would be far more willing to entertain Blake any other given day, or at least play along, but he had a lot going on in his head. “What video?” He had been too distracted all day to pay attention, asking even when it brought them straight to the topic when he had just expressed he didn’t want to talk about it at all. 

“Wait a sec, how did you know I have a soft spot for broody guys who sweat a lot? Don’t tell me my deepest, darkest secret was outed today too! Dang, I was positive that no one would be able to figure out the password to my spank bank ,” Blake joked, giving the other boy a playful nudge to his shoulder. “What video? Dude, do you ever check your twitter? Or just have conversations with people in general? Because it’s what’s everyone has been talking about for the past twenty-four hours. Klepto Maggie, the movie?” 

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tannerup:

he looked down at the phone in his hand, because it was in his hand, duh, it was always in his hand, how else was he supposed to stay updated? “…well, yeah, but i need it in the mean time don’t i? i’m getting a new one later—” he still wasn’t sure what to say to his mom about needing a new phone. he would have to tell her why. ah, yeah, hi mom, remember how i had chlamydia? well the whole school found out. also the whole school has it cause ya boy is a big ol’ whore. yeah, that was not a conversation he was looking forward to having. even if this whole dramatic bullshit did unlock that tucked away part of him that he hadn’t felt in years. the ‘i want my mom’ need that only happened when the whole fucking world was ending, or like, you stubbed your toe. you know. either or. “i’m cool. i’m good. i’m fantastic my dude. it’s just that this is kinda fucked up, you know? made it seem like i’m some std terrorist intentionally spreading shit to like, i don’t know, win the midterm election. i didn’t know, you know. i mean…not until recently, and—” he shook his head. “uh….i don’t know. it’s fucked up. they’re using Dante’s name…which is like…you know, it’s fucking cruel. and dark. and like, should be illegal. i don’t know who i pissed off that much.”

“Tanner, no offense, but you’re an idiot. This person hacked into your phone and is able to read all your messages, and you still have that thing on you?” Blake shook his head in disbelief. How was that not enough reason to get rid of it? He exhaled deeply and pursed his lips, unable to completely hide his annoyance. “Well, maybe you didn’t intend to spread it, but obviously you did, so maybe at least acknowledge that and publically apologize for that if you want to save face,” he suggested, folding his arms across his chest. As much as the other boy was pretending to be okay, it was obvious that he was very shaken up about the situation, and even though he could have possibly indirectly given him an STD, Blake still felt bad for him. “It’s more than just ‘kinda fucked up’, Tanner. This goes way beyond a prank, and I have a feeling that it’s only going to get worse, since he also went after Emmy and Maggie. Whoever it is really seems to have it out of the Windsors, and the people who are closest to them... which means it could be literally anyone, since you’ve all pissed off a lot of people. Pretending to be Dante, though... now that’s another level of fucked up. I wonder if that means it’s someone who’s close to Dante, if he’s able to copy him like that?”

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landonwtf:

“yeah, well i don’t think that’s supposed to happen either but i’m not really a mechanic either.” he replied and wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead as he closed the hood of his car. “it does look pretty bad, doesn’t it? i guess i’ll be taking the school bus for the rest of senior year. great.” he sighed. all he wanted was to go home and shower but of course, this had to happen and now he wasn’t even sure what he was going to do with his car. he caught the deodorant and let out a laugh, “wow, thanks. i appreciate that.” he paused, shaking his head as he put it on. “i guess i don’t smell the best after practice.”

“The school bus? Can’t you just borrow some money from your parents?” Blake sometimes forgot that not everyone at school was as privileged as him. The boy lived in the richest neighborhood in Boston, where literally every teenager drove a ridiculous expensive car. “Uh, or maybe try to look for some secondhand options online?” he suggested, as they walked towards his silver grey porsche. “I’m glad you can appreciate my very incredibly subtle hint, Lan. Anyways, is there a reason why you’re in such a hurry?”

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boallenisms:

“Not the best time for a chat, Townsend…” Bo tried to keep count quietly, exhaling heavily to pace his breathing, trying to ignore Blake. It wasn’t working. Both of them probably knew that. Letting the bar fall on the rack with a loud thud, he sat straight on the bench, staring blankly at Blake for a moment as if waiting for him to say something. “Oh, you meant that?”

“Why? Because you’re too busy showing off, Allen?” Blake teased, his lips curling into a playful smile. It was hard to tell if there was something up with his friend, or if he was just in his regular grumpy mood, which is why he didn’t walk away just yet. “Yup, I totally mean that. I’ve been listening to people gossiping all day about that video, so a different topic would be a welcome change.”

[persephonebeaumont]

Persephone was sat in the burger place, aimlessly eating the burger and fries she had just ordered. The restaurant was full of people, something she hadn’t really noticed, her thoughts taking control of everything else. She saw a shadow standing over her, so looked up, noticing how there were no tables free. “You can sit down here if you like.”

[blakeingit]

“Shit, you found out my secret... but I guess I also just found out yours, so we’re even. If you don’t tell the coach about me, I won’t tell him about you,” Blake chuckled softly, as he put his tray on Sephy’s table and sat down on the chair opposite of her. “I know I shouldn’t, especially now that I’m the captain, but strawberry milkshakes are my guilty pleasure. I’m just so weak for them.” 

[gabriel-faust-deactivated201906]

“The fact that it still gets colder every year still infuriates me,” Roland pauses, a light scowl over his face. “I just–why can’t we be one of the warm states, that has summer basically all year round? I’m sick of the fall and winter. I’d rather burn alive than freeze to death.” 

[blakeingit]

With all the drama that was going around at school, it was a bit strange to hear someone complain about the weather, but then again, some things really did never change. “Colder every year? Are you saying global warming is fake?” Blake questioned, quirking an eyebrow. “Well yea, it’s December, what do you expect? You could always just wear more layers, you know? No need to freeze to death.”

[blakeingit]

imessage 📲 emmy

emmy: idk. probably start my own windors

emmy: me? an outcast? half of this school thinks i'm a hero for putting maggie in her place

emmy: i appreciate the concern but what are you going to do? help me? i'm p sure i know where your allegiance lies

emmy: then what are you worried about because i know it's not me

blake: really? you left a group of bullies just to start your own?

blake: some might think that you're a hero, but i doubt any of them will stand by your side when the windsors are coming for you.

blake: i'm not taking any sides. i'm trying to defuse the situation, but i guess it's too late for that already.

blake: of course i'm worried about you. you're my friend, emmy.

[blakeingit]

imessage 📲 emmy

emmy: fine whatever

emmy: look bottom line is i'm done being controlled by bryden and maggie

emmy: i won't do anything stupid and i won't out you to bryden if that's what you're worried about

blake: so, what are you gonna do then?

blake: become an outcast?

blake: look, i don't think it's a bad thing to stand up for yourself, but you're playing a dangerous game here. and let's not forget who put you up to this! are you sure this is what you want, or is that guy threatening you again?

blake: that's not what i was worried about. jfc...

[blakeingit]

imessage 📲 emmy

emmy: then i'll assume your answer is no and you're silently thanking me

emmy: i've spent 3 years of my life chasing after that spot

emmy: i know what everyone is capable of. my life was hell before the windsors entered it and it'll be hell long after they're gone

blake: you should stop making assumptions. i'm not happy about this.

blake: what does that even mean?

blake: i'm starting to get worried. please don't do anything stupid.

[blakeingit]

imessage 📲 emmy

emmy: is it?

emmy: no. what's done is done. i had the chance to sacrifice myself for maggie and i didn't and i don't regret that choice

blake: i'm just going to ignore that question.

blake: do you have any idea what you're unleashing on yourself?

blake: do you really wanna end up like the rest of those exiled people, emmy? because the windsors make their lives hell. you get that, right?

[blakeingit]

imessage 📲 emmy

emmy: please don't pretend you actually enjoyed maggie's god complex attitude

emmy: i did what i had to do to protect myself

blake: whether i did or not is beside the point, emmy.

blake: did you tell bryden that? just explain to her that they made you do it, okay?

[blakeingit]

imessage 📲 emmy

emmy: i didn't lie

emmy: she has a fucking eating disorder

emmy: why would i lie about something like that?

blake: i don't know why you would! none of this makes any sense!

blake: is this about the messages? is that why you did it?

[blakeingit]

imessage 📲 emmy

emmy: is this what nixon felt like

emmy: or clinton

emmy: i swear when i said i wanted attention i didn't mean it like this

blake: emmy what the fuck is going on?

blake: did you really lie to the coach and got maggie kicked off the team???

[b0allen]

“If you’re gonna say something just get on with it…” Bo didn’t even bother turning to face the other person. He kept counting his lifts, pacing his breathing. “Unless it’s got to do with D or some ridiculous new conspiracy theory, or someone going at it with someone behind the bleachers… really don’t care about that.” He grunted, trying not to lose his concentration. 

[blakeingit]

“Alright, well that kinda rules out all of this week’s gossip. Give me a second to think of something else.” Blake feigned a thoughtful expression for a moment, but couldn’t stop a chuckle from escaping his lips. “Mhm, how about you just choose a topic instead, sourpuss?” 

[blackboxwcrning]

landon wanted nothing more in this moment than to get home to shower. he’d just left practice and normally he’d shower at school but he had nothing to change into. he left in a hurry this morning due to the fact that he had gotten out of bed late and he forgot his gym bag at home. he walked out to his car and climbed inside, a sigh of relief leaving his lips the moment he sat down in the leather seat. he was exhausted and it’d been a long day. he went to start his car and lucky for him, it wouldn’t start. a groan left his lips as he popped the hood and went around to look underneath it. he put his hands on his hips and shook his head, “it’s one thing after another.” he mumbled to himself and then turned to the person who he heard behind him. “think you could give me a ride home?” 

[blakeingit]

"By no means am I an expert on cars, but I don’t think a cloud of smoke is supposed to come out of the engine when you pop open the hood,” Blake pointed out, quirking an eyebrow as he tried to wave away smoke. “I don’t know what to tell you, dude, but she, or he, or it, looks kinda...done.” This day really couldn’t get worse for both boys, which was the reason why Blake couldn’t wait to get home. “Sure, don’t worry about it, but first things first-” he opened his bag and pulled out a can of deodorant, which he tossed at Landon. “Yea, that’s me giving you a subtle hint.”