swimming through a color swirl

colt. 24. bostonian at heart. acrobat.

[ftelly-blog]

“It’s October! And do you know what that means!!”

[coltatwell-blog]

“It means that we’re two months from Christmas!”

[ohmilcna-blog]

Time had ticked past so quickly but with the list of to-do’s an arm length long it was no wonder the brunette hadn’t found much time to breath or even take much of a second glance at the feeling she’d had all day. The feeling of being watched, being followed and really that feeling hadn’t sunk even if at work there was a strange car in the parking lot or the seemingly same car housing one shifty looking guy with a paper in the grocery store lot. Either way she’d kept normal done what she needed but as it came to closing in on the apartment the feeling seemed stronger and as her head turned to see a face seemed familiar all too familiar. Darting in the direction of the apartment building clutching the bags she shoved through the doors quickly, as they knocked another person on the other side. “I’m sorry, so sorry…” she exclaimed looking at her neighbour then behind seeing the other face nowhere in her radius as her breath was still hitched from the running. “You’re not hurt are you?” she questioned looking at the other trying to calm herself in their presence as quickly as possible.

[coltatwell-blog]

Colt stumbled back only slightly at the collision; his balance too good for him to really fall in any way, shape, or form. He quickly gained his balance with ease, eyes focusing on Milena as she looked frantically around them. “Whoa, whoa, watch out Speed Racer,” Colt chuckled lightly, a crooked grin on his features. “I’m good-- are you? I think that’s the real question. Your boobs of steal didn’t hurt me at all, but you look shook.”

[chlorcilly]

“Making moves yeah on the dance floor, Got our groove on dancing yeah real hardcore. From the front to the back that’s where I was at. You know, you know the Artful Dodger do it like that, With Craig David all over your…  or Chloe Reilly all over your…” the blonde paused her singing looking at the other. “Wait does that all over mean something else or just radio? as if its something else Chloe Reilly is only meant on your radio or in this case all over your lobby singing..” Looking from the others face to the floor, her face was in thought over the song. “Okay if not we just scratch that reference and maybe I can try and sing fill me in, instead?” 

[coltatwell-blog]

“I feel like I’ve been living under a rock-- What song is that? Is it new? Am I falling into old age? Or is it old and I’m suffering from a Millennial mishap?”

[ohmilcna-blog]

Milena let out a small laugh to his reaction, it was pretty funny to watch him try and defend the smile. “I don’t know I feel like all this defense clearly shows you would and you just don’t want me cottoning onto it.” she joked, a laugh escaping the brunettes lips. “Right boobs under wraps and have a pocketful of cash.” she added with a small nod, taking his words in and making sure to take a mental note of sorts. “Because you’d be okay with it? or just because its a free country you’d be okay and otherwise be utterly disgusted?” she questioned, a small grin growing on her lips. 

[coltatwell-blog]

“I am both flattered and offended that you think I’d do that to you,” Colt put on a suave tone, tilting his head to the side almost as if he were impressed with himself.  “Well, both,” he chided with a chuckle, shrugging his shoulders. “It is a free country so you can do whatever you want with your boobs. But I also would not be opposed to seeing them either. I mean after all, you did talk yourself up to having boobs of steal. And I’ve never seen boobs of steal before so I can pass my genuine curiosity off as a valid excuse.”

[maddie-teller]

“Maybe a little.”

[coltatwell-blog]

“It’s all right, dude. I’ve got some things to take your mind off of the storm if ya’ want some relief.”

[chlorcilly]

“Not unless his campaign speech is I’m here to make it faster, better, stronger. Otherwise no i will vote opposite. As long as its not Trump though. It’s one that I feel like you just have to talk rap to and you want to run to it, but really just sit bobbing your head along to the beat. It could be, think it needs selling to TLC you know. make a little extra cash from the idea. I think its definitely survival is Bear Grylls style methods fail me. Oh, Chloe, what’s your name?” 

[coltatwell-blog]

“That was the best campaign speech idea I’ve ever heard. You should email him or send him a piece of fan mail pitching that idea to him. I think that it could really work, honestly. And every time he goes up to the podium to talk, that song could play! Can you imagine everyone gathering to watch him talk and just bobbing their head as it plays? Bear Grylls is gonna be hard to beat, I watch his show all the time. Colt, my name’s Colt. It’s nice to meet ya’, Chloe.”

[ftelly-blog]

“Oh no. It is alright. If anything you’ve probably just made this picture of nothing look amazing.”

[coltatwell-blog]

“In that case, here, let me model for you,” Colt threw up a series of poses, a look of concentration on his face as he did so, laughing. “How was your nap? I wish I could nap, but I’ve never been good with ‘em. Too much energy.”

[jaxon-moon-deactivated20200508]

nathaniel weston ft. colt atwell  ✧  moodboard pt. 3/?

@coltatwell

[ftelly-blog]

✧*:･ﾟ✧ BROTP: I’d Marry you for a Green Card  — [*Moodboard 1/???]

@coltatwell

[maddie-teller]

“God I hate storms.” 

[coltatwell-blog]

“Are ya’ scared of ‘em?”

[ftelly-blog]

“I am not really sure how I almost slept through this storm..but I am happy it is not over yet. I know we are advised to stay away from the windows and such, but I really want a photo of the lightning if there still is some.”

[coltatwell-blog]

“Oh shoot, did I just photobomb your picture, Little Baguette?”

[amothersgrief--archive]

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[miinapls-blog]

” i know i didn’t take the plane … but somehow i’v developed jet lag while drving down here. “

[coltatwell-blog]

“How long was your drive? Maybe you strained your eyes which is just as understandable and bad as jet lag.”

[brookexharper-deactivated201609]

“If anyone needs me I’ll be locked in my apartment watching sappy romances on Netflix.”

[coltatwell-blog]

“Why do that when they’ve just added a whole new season of Baby Daddy?”

[chlorcilly]

“A little it does I guess. I’m not sure I’m not a huge Kanye person and honestly the only song I actually know by him or remember the words to is stronger. Exactly, so technically is the best maybe digging a hole? becoming mole people? I think death is going to happen unless you are stealthy and good at hiding and all of that its tricky. Blondie? okay I’ll keep that in mind. Got it, I’ll make sure to come your way when my shaggy style moments ensue.” 

[coltatwell-blog]

“So does that mean you’re not voting for Kanye when the 2020 election happens? Honestly though, I only know Stronger, too. That one is a jam, the beat pumps me up. Yo’, becoming mole people! That sounds like a show on TLC. But also sounds like a valid way of survival, you’re on the right track. Good-- What was your name, again?”

[jaxon-moon-deactivated20200508]

“You’re a genius. Have you been tested, because you should be. You’re the smartest guy I know!” Nate said excitedly. The thought of having a pet excited Nate even more, he’d never had one growing up and he’d always really wanted one. “A pet squirrel! I love it! But how to we co-parent our pet squirrel when you’re gone?”

[coltatwell-blog]

As well as he could have sitting down, Colt bowed and nodded his head, a not-so-humble way of being humble. “I know, I know. Beauty, brains, I’ve got it all,” he added, chuckling longer than normal in his amplified state. “Dude, mail!” Colt said as if it were the easiest and most logical answer. Without hesitation or trouble, Colt snapped up and became overtly alert of his surroundings, offering a hand to help Nate up. “We’ll catch a squirrel and send him through the mail every other week! Co-parenting!”

[ohmilcna-blog]

Milena let a small laugh escape her lips. “So basically you are owning up to how that smile alone works for you to get out of things but does then end up with me now knowing to watch out for when you do right?” the brunette questioned rocking on her heels looking at the male. “Definitely charming. But, right okay what would work then? As I kind of think without nipples my boobs would be a bit useless and probably not look so great.” lena shrugged, not really taking his words too seriously, she just played along. “Are you making this all up to get a chance to see them and I can take the top off now if that’s what you really want colt, but a rat tail?” 

[coltatwell-blog]

Colt put his hands up defensively, lips pulled apart in the smile in question. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down there,” a chuckle left his chest, “Let’s not get carried away here. I’d never try to use this smile against you.” He finished, the toothy grin flashing wider as he counteracted what he’d just said aloud, knowing it was obvious. “I dunno, but definitely keep those boobies hidden in front of Rat Tail man. That’s really all I know about him. That and money. He’s definitely not cheap,” Colt shrugged. “Hey now, it’s a free country and you can do whatever you want, Milena. If you want to take your top off, I’m definitely not gonna stop you,” the male raised his brows, laughing.