❛ HIATUS ❜ @bryantforrester - Tumblr Blog

“Are you sure?” Barrel asked, reaching out to hold the other’s hand, though he soon moved his grip to his wrist. He knew that, when he was sad, it helped to have a reminder that there was someone nearby who cared. “No, no… you’re not a sad old man. Far from it! Just because you’re older than me doesn’t mean anything.” He rubbed Bryant’s arm slightly, trying to offer him a reassuring smile. “Well… I’m here if you want to talk about anything.”

bryantforrester

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. You...make it easier.” Bryant flushed at the Barrel’s comforting touch, heart racing. Just kidding, you make it soooo much harder. “Maybe not in the way you’re thinking,” he muttered. He supposed that it was the whole still-in-school thing that made him sound a lot older than Barrel; like how it’s weird for a freshman to date a senior, but parents sometimes have 10 year age gaps. It hurt his head to think about. “Yeah, I know. Thank you, really.”

Bryant felt he should tell Barrel at least the basics of the situation. He felt obligated, maybe to save the younger boy some stress. I sound like a mom. “I, um...my mom, she...she was murdered, when I was a kid. It was a robbery. Me and my dad found her body, and...yeah.” He cleared his throat, his voice having given out at the end. He smiled shakily.

#( barrel; )#( gif. )#// sORRY SORRY #// SWEET JESUS THIS IS LONG WHOOPS #// I TRIED LIKE #// SHIPPY ANGST???#// IDK I JUST WANT THEM TO GET TOGETHER HECK #tw; murder mention

barrelingthrough-blog

Barrel nodded eagerly as he walked alongside Bryant, hanging onto his every word. He liked talking to Bryant. He was… interesting, but in the most mundane of manners. He liked that. “I am a freshman,” he smiled. “A fresh man, really. Well, not really, but you know. Same principle.” He ran a hand through his hair as Bryant spoke, lighting up when he mentioned brownies. Now those he could make. “Oh, I-” He cut himself off as he heard the other begin to choke up, heart stopping. “Hey, hey…” He stopped his own steps, turning the other towards him. “Are you okay? You look like you’re about to cry… What did I do?”

bryantforrester

Damn it. Bryant shook his head quickly. “no, no, no. You didn’t...you didn’t do anything, I promise. I’m just...I’m fine. I’m okay. Just, uh...thought of someone.” His voice cracked, and he furiously scrubbed at his eyes with his sleeves. He looked down at Barrel’s concerned face and tried to give the younger boy a reassuring smile. “I’m a sad old man. You’re, like, three years younger than me.” He frowned in thought. Oh, man. I am old. That also means I gotta keep my gay under wraps. I can’t go after a freshman, that’s like...creepy. I’m too old for him. He shook his head out of his thoughts. “Sorry, I was just...thinking again.”

#( barrel; )#( gif. )#// deaTH #// WHYA M I SO DEPREsSING STOP ME #// BRYANT LET YOUR GAY FREE #// WHO CARES IF YOU'RE OLD #// GET THAT SMOL #// who am i #// im emotional rn

spaacemusings

stars were born from the s m i l e s of people like you

#( ;musings )#// barrEL

barrelingthrough-blog

“Oh. Well, even so. At least you know who you are with it,” he smiled, still trying to find the bright side in things. It was how he worked - always attempting to be the optimist, no matter the situation. Of course, that didn’t always work, but… “I guess so. But still, shouldn’t I kind of have my life figured out at this point?” Shaking his head, he elbowed Bryant gently. “No, no, really! I like baking. Just give me the food and I can try to make it.”

bryantforrester

“Yep,” he said awkwardly. Barrel might of been the positive one, but Bryant, well. He tended to dampen the mood. He was trying his hardest not to, though, because he liked Barrel, and didn’t want to scare him off. “Not really. You’ve got plenty of time. You’re a freshman, aren’t you?” Bryant laughed, “Alright, alright. Um...what about brownies? My mom used to make these really good vegan brownies on special occasions, like...” He trailed off. His mom was making brownies on the day she was... He frowned, choking back tears, thinking about how the whole reason he and his father found her body was because the brownies had burnt and the smoke alarm went off, and they’d gone into the kitchen, and found his mother. “Actually, just, uh...forget it.”

#( barrel; )#( gif. )#// sORRY NOT SORRY #// HAVE SOME ANGST

barrelingthrough-blog

“You cry all that much? Really? I don’t think I cry more than once in a week… But I guess it’s good that you’re in touch with your emotions, you know?” Nodding slightly, he swayed his hands as he walked alongside Bryant. “I wish I had something like that. Nothing just really stood out to me. So I figured I might as well get some food out of it. That sucks that they wouldn’t let you have vegan food, though.” Barrel grinned to himself, making a mental note to whip up some good salad later. “I’ll definitely do that. Any dessert to go with it? I can ask for some vegan stuff in class.”

bryantforrester

Bryant felt a little insecure. “I wouldn’t say ‘in touch,’ more like ‘I’ve lost control over’ them,” he mutters halfheartedly. He tries to shake himself out of the dwindling path into sadness he’s on, focusing on Barrel. “I’m sure you’ll find something; you don’t have to decide right now. You’ve got plenty of time to figure it out,” he assured. He blushed, “Oh, you don’t have to, really.” he insisted with a laugh.

#( barrel; )#( gif. )#// YELLS

cithara-musing

　　　　　　　　I’m a ᴘʀᴏ ᴀᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs, 　　　　　　　　　　　and I’m ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs with my ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ

#( ;musings )#( queue; )

rpmusingsnstuff

on a scale of one to zero, are you happy? well, what the fuck kind of question is, “are you happy?”

#( ;musings )#// gOd i love bo burnham

onceuponamusing

❛ I don’t know ᴡʜᴏ I am now, & I don’t know who I was BEFORE—

—but I feel like I’m not whoever I’m sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ to be. ❜

#( ;musings )#( queue; )

ekimus-blog1

can’t take a compliment cause they’re all lies i’m a sack of shit and full of fucking vice laughing stock, pitiful kid don’t believe in myself - cause no one else ever did

#( ;musings )#( queue; )

musiiings

TELL ME -

Why do people ENJOY my S U F F E R I N G ?

#( ;musings )#( queue; )

musiiings

I just wanna be HAPPY. is that so hard to ask?

#( ;musings )#( queue; )

rpmusingsnstuff

look at you go, i just adore you,

i wish that i K N E W

what makes you think i’m so s p e c i a l

#( ;musings )#// baRRANT AF

windblownmusing

i’ve been livin’ without a family since i was a CHILD. my father left, my mother died, i grew up buckwild.

#( ;musings )#// aW SHIT. // literally his backstory save my son

Bryant and Barrel

“I–what–me and–me and Barrel? I–uhm.” Bryant clears his throat, blushing. “Yeah, okay. For the–for the shits and giggles! Because it’s not like I’ve thought about this before, that’d be r-ridiculous!” He laughs nervously.

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa“Me. Totally me. I always mess those up.”

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them“Both of us? I feel like Barrel would do that, and I know that I do.”

Who starts the tickle fights“Me. I’m known to be ruthless in tickle fights.”

Who starts the pillow fights“Oh, that’s Barrel. I don’t do pillow fights.”

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile“I–me. That’s me all the way. It helps that Barrel’s really cute. …Don’t tell him I said that.”

Who mistakes salt for sugar“Oh, man, me for sure. Sometimes I forget to put in my contacts or wear my glasses and don’t realize my mistake until I have salty coffee.”

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning“Barrel. I’ve heard he does that, and I literally never let the microwave beep, even in the daytime.”

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines“…Me.”

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order“Neither of us.”

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies“Barrel. He loves sweets.”

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion“Me, oh my God. I act like I’m in a Nicholas Sparks novel or something sometimes.”

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen“Probably me. Although I feel like Barrel’s a doodling type of guy.”

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation“Barrel. He’s probably got a collection.”

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines“…Both of us.”