dre.

GIVE ALL OF US GATHERED HERE TONIGHT THE STRENGTH TO REMEMBER THAT LIFE IS SO VERY FRAGILE. WE ARE ALL VULNERABLE, AND WE WILL ALL, AT SOME POINT IN OUR LIVES… FALL. WE WILL ALL FALL. WE MUST CARRY THIS IN OUR HEARTS… THAT WHAT WE HAVE IS SPECIAL. THAT IT CAN BE TAKEN FROM US, AND WHEN IT IS TAKEN FROM US, WE WILL BE TESTED. WE WILL BE TESTED TO OUR VERY SOULS. andre stanley.

[simplymaddiekat]

Keith Powers as  Jordan Wilder  in  Famous in Love. | 1x6. |

[drestanley]

blakeleblxnc‌:

“For the millionth time, no I do not want a ticket for whatever it is you told me. And no matter how many times you ask the answer will still be no.“ Blake took a step forward before she added “Now could you get out of my face?” 

he knew that blake was a force to be reckoned with when she got mad. so rather stepping in to tell the other person to back off, he rushes towards the two to gently grab his friend’s arm. “i think he gets the message, b.” a nod towards the person bothering her in warning as he watches him walk off. “see? didn’t even need to throw a punch.”

[drestanley]

durandeleanor‌:

@drestanley

Eleanor smiled to herself as she waved farewell to the waitress at Dairy’s, clutching her double malt vanilla milkshake in her hands, pushing the door open carefully and walking towards the car park where she had parked. Struggling to hold onto the milkshake and get her keys that had been resting in her small clutch purse. “Son of-” she muttered as she almost dropped the milkshake, the last thing she needed was her cheat meal getting ruined in the dirty car park across from Dairy’s and having the shame of going back to get another one. Groaning as she realized her bright pink key chain was stuck to something inside her clutch. “Come on.” She hissed out before she felt herself crashing into someone that felt like a walk, gasping loudly and watching, almost in slow motion as her milk shake spilled down the front of the person she had crashed into as she finally pulled her keys free and looked up at Dre helplessly. “Sorry.” Was all she managed to get out as she clutched her keys uselessly in her hand and stared at Dre’s stained shirt.

brown eyes were locked on his phone screen as he exited dairy’s. he looked up every now and then but, for the most part, he wasn’t fully paying attention to his surroundings. so when he ran into eleanor, he knew the blame should have mostly been placed on him. “sorry,” he rushes, almost the exact time as she said her apology, feeling the coldness of a milkshake hit his stomach as the liquid ran through his shirt.  “it’s okay, ah," as his shirt begins to stick to his body, it becomes more and more uncomfortable. “do you mind if i slide this off for a second? i have my jersey in my car. i mean, i should.  i can run and get you a new shake when i change.”

[drestanley]

𝕋𝔼𝕏𝕋:𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟

OCEAN:Fuck you man

OCEAN:Well that wasn't for you..

OCEAN:unless you did something to piss me off then it was for you ..

ANDRE: whoa

ANDRE: that's alright i figured it wasn't. u cool man?

[drestanley]

chlxedxwns:

Chloe was excited to paddle board. It was something she hadn’t done before and she loved trying new things, especially if she get credit for it. “We start kneeling I think, just to get used to it.” She smiled and took his hand. “Thank you and I promise I won’t go too crazy. I may however splash you now and again.” Chloe said and laughed.

“splashing’s alright.” that, at least, was something he could tolerate, laughing with the girl as he made his way to his board. “start kneeling.” he repeats, making sure he got it right as he all but crawls on top of his board.  "okay.” started as he attempts to balance himself. “now what? we just stand, right?”

[drestanley]

durandeleanor‌:

Eleanor glanced over at Dre and shrugged her shoulders. She’d never seen the appeal of s’mores but everyone else seemed obsessed with them especially on this camping trip. “Not really my thing but sure.” She said casually, not really caring if someone froze to death or not. Sighing as she leaned back on her arms and glanced around. “When is this trip going to be over?”

“what? s’mores  aren’t your thing? come on, now.”    he’s shaking his head in disbelief, keeping the conversation light, smiling as he does so. “s’mores are everyone’s thing.”  his voice is lowered as to not completely disrupt the instructor. shrugging at her question.  “couple days, i think.”  it wasn’t all that bad, he’d argue that if he felt like it. he missed his mother, sure, but having a camping trip completely paid for you, being able to spend time with your buddies, having no school work, he doesn’t understand the complaints. “are you homesick?”

[drestanley]

durandeleanor:

Eleanor scoffed at his words, it may have been useful maybe ten years ago but it wasn’t anymore. “I mean, that’s why our cell phones have wider reception.” She pointed out, shaking her head. “I saw Tilly climb a tree to get reception and it worked so..” She trailed off and observed the fire for a moment, shrugging casually. “I mean first aid is actually useful though. What if someone gets bitten by a snake and my only choice is to splint it?” She argued. “I’d rather know how to save someone’s life by a snake bite then start an archaic fire.”

“touché. i - i was playing, but.”   he can’t quite remember if talking to most of the bees was usually this difficult. he would rather not argue, so instead he decides to nod his head, poking at the partially built fire with a stick. “hypothermia.” he broke his silence suddenly, eyes still focused on the little fire. “you could save someone’s life with fire too. cook food on it, warm up your body. make s’mores.” that last part was another joke, lips pushing into a wide smile. “s’mores can save lives.”

[drestanley]

durandeleanor:

Eleanor sat on the log near her barely built camp fire as she poked it lazily with a piece of wood. “I don’t understand how this is a safe skill.” She said simply, barely paying attention to what the instructor was telling her group, instead just waiting for the activity to finally be over. “I mean, surely someone will end up hurting themselves? This cannot be safe.” She added, finally dropping her poking stick beside her and sighing as she rested her chin in her hands.

“come on, i mean, it’s useful.”   and he’s sure it would be even more useful if he could hear what the instructor was saying. “you know that book hatchet? that one dude who gets into a plane crash and has to survive in the wilderness and shit?”  extended arms gesture to the half built camp fire. “bet you any money this would be a safe skill for him.”  conjectured with the idea that either of them would need to live in a forest for months waiting to be rescued.  “at least it’s not first aid training. learning how to attach a band aid, or anything.”

[drestanley]

aaliyes:

she nearly jumps at his sudden outburst, lowering her own binoculars so she could give him her attention as he spoke. “ money? ” she didn’t really think he was in a position to place bets on his accuracy, considering the fact that he could hardly even remember the name of the bird. she had to position the binoculars so she could actually see what he was referring to. “ oh my gosh – you’re right! ” she grins, handing the binoculars back. “ this could be the start of a promising career in ornithology. i see you. ”

his grin never fades, especially being the recipient of her compliments.  “fuck football, huh?  finally found my calling.”  there’s an accomplished shimmy of her shoulders, swift movement that can only be described as dancing before returning to his previous position. though they didn’t necessarily agree on any payment for his only correct answer, his hand extends towards her. “pay it forward, girl. you gotta give me something. shit, i’ll take a penny.”

[drestanley]

@aaliyes he presses binoculars so close to his eyes that he’s certain to get a ring on his face afterwards. “shit, liyah,” his exclamation was unusual considering he’d been quietly observing most of the time. “bet you any money that’s a northern flicker.”   he stuttered on the bird name, admiteddly, looking down at the paper in his hands to get it right.   and when he did  -   he practically shoves the binoculars to the shorter girl’s face, a proud, wide grin on his lips.  “check it out, i got one.”    quite competitive considering the two aren’t actually competing.

[drestanley]

@hdicthomas thomas was eccentric to say the least; if not for being partnered with him, dre had doubts the two would ever actually have a conversation. not in a rude way but, from what he’s heard, there’s no possible way the two had anything in common.   but again, he could be rushing to judgement.  “okay,” he begins, clapping hands together as he sits in front of long logs and blue tubes. “so, i saw you building that hammock awhile ago. you can use that talent for the raft, right?”

[drestanley]

@jamesspeaks the two only have one thing in common, as far as andre is concerned, and that’s a mere mutual friend. he wouldn’t outright admit it but he, too, has often succumbed to the school social hierarchy. his fingers shoves a waxworm on to the hook of his fishing rod, looking over at the southbank kid.  “you wanna cast together? solidarity and everything?”  because, honestly, andre could have very easily been james,  “i dunno.”

[drestanley]

@rilcyz  /  he figured cooking would be one of the easier tasks, but he should have known campfire cooking wasn’t at all like home coking. having the firewood placed perfectly in the desired spot, he soon came to realize that starting a fire without a lighter would make this a lot harder than planned. “uhhh,” patting down his pockets, his eyes widen as he looks at his partner. completely and utterly dumbfounded.  “should we just start rubbing sticks, or?”

[drestanley]

@chlxedxwns  /  from the thorough tutorial he was given not too long ago, he believed he had the paddle boarding thing down. wrapped in a life jacket, he examines the board he’d eventually be standing on before looking at the girl beside him.  “so we start sitting?” he asked, it being evident that he wasn’t paying attention to the tutorial previously mentioned.  instant chivalry, he offers a hand, to the shorter, helping her to the board. “don’t get crazy on me, now. i’m new at this, we gotta start slow.”

[drestanley]

reignoftilly:

Had Tilly been a rational person she might have found herself able to admit that three bags and four inch designer boots were idle when you were expected to hike all day long. However, she wasn’t. Lagging so far behind the rest of her group that she couldn’t even see Mr McRae anymore - wasn’t that the whole point of supervising? - she took yet another break, and let out yet another huff of air. “Is anybody going to help me?” She called, her hands on hips as she expected on of her camp mates to coming running to her aid.

“sorry, sorry, sorry.” he had been too caught up in conversation to notice the current impotent tilly until he heard her whine. curses from his mom flood his head as he rushes his way back, taking hold of two out of three of the bags she was lugging around  -  hoping to pass one off to someone else with a free hand.  his own luggage all fit into one backpack but he didn’t expect anything less than three bags from tilly.   in fact, less than three would be quite a reason to worry.  suddenly, he scoffs out a laugh. “damn, tills, what the fuck did you pack?”

[drestanley]

             ★ ✧ - CAMP FORM QUESTIONNAIRE  !

What is your name and grade?

Andre Stanley, Senior.

Who would you like to share a tent with?

Blake Henley, Eric Bradford, Aiden Chamber

Who would you like to get to know better on this trip?

I think I know my teammates pretty well but it wouldn’t hurt to get to know each other more. I could get to know some Southbank students too, no names specifically. Anyone you stick me with I’m sure we’ll get along great.

What do you hope to get out of the trip?

I hope to enjoy the experience, honestly! I’ve never been hiking or kayaking before, not even camping, I’ve always wanted to go but never had the opportunity. I think it would be a great learning experience.

What skills do you think will make YOU a good team member during this trip?

I’m a fantastic conversationalist and I like to believe I show great sportsmanship, as of late I think both will be very needed on this trip.

Do you have any dietary requirements? Specify.

I do not.

Do you have any allergies or illnesses that will need to be monitored? Specify.

I do not.

Who is your emergency contact?

Deborah Stanley (mother)

[drestanley]

reignoftilly:

Tilly might have just made it through to graduation, and was still having to keep her study habits up to ensure she didn’t fall behind again, but that didn’t mean she wanted to discuss bugs at the lunch table. Why did this always happen when she made her way over to the Jocks for a quick chat. “Ew gross!” She exclaimed as she slammed the book, “For real, you guys are eating? How are you still eating?”

the possibility that he asked the question as loud as he did just to get a rise out of tilly is more likely than not. it’s evident by the way his lips immediately crack into a smile at her response. “come on, it’s not gross it’s science,”  a chortle as he sticks a fry in his mouth and begins eating it. “no, it’s love. singular love. when a bug loves himself, he reproduces children. all by himself. you don’t gotta hate.”