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stay up past 2am
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@casebrooks-blog
bucket list??
make a new friend
try something i wouldn’t usually
come out of my shell a little for once
try smoking marijuana for the first time
stay up past 2am
kiss someone
“did you know that egging people’s houses has indeed not gone out of style? i didn’t, but i do now. my day has been less than pleasant. i need a drink... or maybe five. i hope yours has been better?”
headcanon 001. case has been dancing for as long as he remembers -- much to his father’s dismay, his mother’s always been fond of it -- and while ballet is his specialty, there are few dances he will not do. to keep up with his physique he maintains an extremely balanced diet and works out regularly. he regularly gets foot massages ; ballet is no joke, y’all.
imessage ✉ 2012 💼-y
travis: can you lift 80 ?
travis: asking for a friend (me)
case: of course
case: what am i moving now? 👀
bostonruok.
“okay. that’s fucked up. wait. what? you don’t believe in ghosts? what kind of person are you? ghosts totally exist. when i was little, my cat died. that night, i pulled the blanket up over my head when i went to sleep, and i swear i felt and heard my cat jump up on the bed and lay down on my legs. i could feel her tail and everything. ghosts are totally real, dude. just ask tasia. you might be haunted, though. sometimes spirits or demons, follow a person and feed off their energy. do you feel depressed, defeated or tired?”
“right? i can’t stop thinking about it. and i mean, okay, probably, but it’s a lot easier for me to say i don’t believe in ghosts and pretend my house isn’t being haunted by a possibly vengeful spirit than not, but... okay, you are totally spooking me out dude. that same night?? that’s crazy! how about all of the above, all of the time, since i was kid? do you think -- how long could a ghost attach to you, anyways? do i need to like... do something about this?”
ftjules.
“nothing to apologize for,” jules soothed the situation over, dribbling hot sauce over his to-go omelette. slicing it into more palpable pieces with the edge of his fork, jules looked up from the egg ham and cheese concoction. noticing that he had made the youth uncomfortable, he put his fork down for just a moment. “hey, sorry. i didn’t mean to be.. off-putting. so you don’t believe in ghosts but you’re spooked because your nephew can? i don’t think i’m following along.” bringing the omelette to his lips, jules shrugged. “not busy but, you can go if you want to. don’t worry about it.”
the relief he feels is insurmountable and he finds himself waving off what the other says, a hint of blush ( not from being flustered so much as being frustrated with himself ; he feels as though he’s made things unnecessarily complicated, what with a cycle of apologies on both ends now, and one that wasn’t even over ) “no, no, it’s not your fault, i just... have a hard time reading people and i get weird, that’s all. sorry. anyways, though, that’s fair,” he laughs nervously, settling in his seat once more and working with his hands to get the rest of what he needs to say out. “let me rephrase that, yeah? what i meant was i try not to believe in ghosts, because i’m one of those people whose head will run wild with paranoia if i do. does that make sense? ignorance is bliss, i guess. so the bottom line is that i try not to believe in them, or think about them at all, but this kid has me in a tizzy.” he breathes a deep one out when he finishes, brow creasing in worry. “i’m almost definitely overreacting, aren’t i?”
ctlyoongi.
“i feel like the only person in the world that hasn’t seen civil war yet. everyone keeps telling me iron man gets his ass kicked. which, being the massive iron man fan that i am, doesn’t make me feel too good.”
“think again. this time, consider the population of those who haven’t seen civil war 002 -- because i’m right there with you. i’ve spent so much time in the studio that i can’t seem to work out a time to go. hey, maybe we could go after class sometime.”
“so, i have a gig this weekend… i was hoping you could come and support me? because i haven’t performed in a little while and it’d be cool to see a familiar face in the crowd.”
“i would love to come see you. are you excited to play after all this time? nervous? both?”
how much longer till i get you out of those sweats? - crimson
“you could take me out on a date and find out.”
what does love mean to you?
“love is... someone you don’t feel like you have to apologize for being yourself around, kind of like... home, you know?”
This feels silly, and I know I can tell you anything, any time, but... I just don’t know how to say it in person, Q. It’d be weird to just come out and say it in an emotional burst if we were hangin’ out though, so I guess this is as good as anything. Thank you. I mean that. For everything. Since we were kids in the summer time, you have always been there for me, near or far, and I’ll never be able to tell you how much that means to me. I know, I know, that’s what best friends are for, whatever, but I just need you to know how much it means to me. You mean more to me than you could possibly ever understand, and I hope you know I’d do anything for you. Thank you for being you.
With love,
Case. ♡
why the dick print????
“it happens, i guess. ballerino’s clothes kind of come out tight, and i mean – why are you looking anyways?”
For the rest of the day my muse is under a Truth Serum and cannot lie in any way, shape, or form. Use this to your advantage.
Now let the possible embarrassment begin.
/case•y/ (noun) a quiet male with a constant grey sweat pant dick print - crimson scott
“...why? why are you guys like this?”
" TOP DEFINITION /case•y/ a hot dude with a huge fucking cock. by weiner6969 October 15, 2008" - you're going to prison xo T. Delacroix
“... holy fucking shit. okay!”