𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧. @earlystorms-blog - Tumblr Blog

wearyhands‌.

a voice laced with familiarity fills the tense space, valeria’s gaze flickering towards her boyfriend’s general direction. ever so grateful for the interference, the dark haired girl clears her throat ( cautiously ) as to not escalate the ordeal any further. ‘ uh –– yeah ! ’ she’s quick to interject, fearful of distasteful words threatening to spill past lucas’ lips if she hadn’t spoken first. the UNWAVERING bond that had formed between them relieved her of her ex-boyfriend’s daunting implications, albeit only temporarily. nevertheless, this is sufficient to leave her gravitating in bryce’s direction, murmuring a strained goodbye before a d a m a n c y to create distance between them overtakes all else. footfalls trail rapidly behind her as valeria makes her way towards the exit, holding FAITH that her boyfriend would be following closely. it’s only when they reach the car that even a s h r e d of tension has been eliminated on her end, silence dawning over them as she unwillingly allows her own thoughts to consume her.

bryce was reluctant to turn and leave, pivoting away only moments after val had taken lead. the scene laid out had left him uneasy, the look on vals face, her obvious closed demeanor still evident. the boy looked behind his shoulder for a second as he walked away, confused and still trying to understand what had happened within the few minutes it took him to come back. it still picked at his brain as he unlocked his car, slipping in, shoulders tense, and he hadn’t realized it but bryce was holding his breath. looking over at val, starting his car, and attempting his best at reading the expression she held, bryce was quick to realize that it wasn’t one she normally kept. ‘ you okay ? ’ he’s asking, beginning to drive. there was very little that could have struck this cord. perhaps, he had done something wrong in his attempt to fit in, said the wrong thing or acted in a manner that was not up to regulation. he began dissecting every movement he had made upon arriving.

#✩ ◦ ∘ interaction / bryce briggens.#wearyhands #ugh my babies

wearyhands‌.

for @earlystorms

the semblance of tainted memories threatening to approach her was inevitable. from the moment her and bryce had sauntered through the gates of the city’s most prestigious country club, valeria knew an altercation with her ex-boyfriend would u n d o u b t e d l y occur. for those whose lifestyle revolved around STATUS and exclusivity such as lucas himself, spending leisure hours in the likes of middle class citizens was presumably insulting. hence why he’d observed from a distance until bryce had stepped away, honing in on the raven haired girl in a predatory fashion. ‘ valeria. ’ blood runs cold as he steps forward to speak lowly in her ear. not from the disapproval dripping from his tone, but with the vulnerability his presence burdened her with in close proximity. ‘ who are you trying to fool here ? you honestly think your parents would prefer for you to be with someone like that once they remember the wealth and reputation uniting our families can provide ? in fact, i think it’s pretty SELFISH of you to keep stringing him along when we both know the end result. ’ his words were v e n o m to valeria’s heart, unable to remain impartial due to the string of truth in lucas’ statement. she’s left frozen in place, focusing on levelling her shaky breathing in order to regain control of her movements once again.

bryce has yet to learn the multitude of aspect that, in the end, construct the framework of valeria’s life. upon stepping foot into the foreign and expensive environment the boy was quick to realize that he did not belong in a setting as grand as this, though he was grateful to be welcomed in, delighted to be consumed by it. for the majority of the time spent at the country club bryce had found himself walking alongside val, following her graceful strides, allowing himself to be lead across the grounds by the one person he TRUSTED most. it wasn’t that he felt uncomfortable, the environment was new, not s c a r y. however, there were cues and expressions to read, he was the least equipped to do so. the one time bryce had left val was to use the bathroom, straying away for a moment before he was back. perhaps wiping his hands on his pants wasn’t the correct etiquette but he hadn’t realized he was doing it. there’s a smile on his face upon returning to her, wide and warm, for a moment before finding that the atmosphere held more weight than it had minutes ago. ‘ you ready to go ? ’ he asks concerned.

#✩ ◦ ∘ interaction / bryce briggens.#wearyhands #she looks so good in that gif im shaking....#i lvoe u sm...

omibutt

ROME FLYNN as GABRIEL MADDOX How to Get Away With Murder | S05E02: “Whose Blood Is That?” dir. Michael Smith

#im quaking #✩ ◦ ∘ wanted / opposite.

zedayacoleman

#✩ ◦ ∘ wanted / opposites.#queen

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Noah Centineo in Swiped (2018)

#✩ ◦ ∘ photographs / nicolas sanz.

amplehoney‌.

true as it may be that these types of shenanigans were never par for the course when it came to arie , but he had found himself doing a number of things out of the ordinary . call it coming into his own , or a hidden want to IMPRESS the other ; what they were doing now would cause anyone to do a double take . ❝ i can be ——- i can be a badass sometimes . i’m a little INSULTED that you have such low opinions of me . ❞ the retort isn’t as self - assured as he had hoped , leading him to take a long drag of the blunt to further drive his point home ! too bad he CHOKES near the end and blows the ( already unconvincing ) charade . ragged cough , before he passes it back . ❝ fine , i will give you that i’m not normally that brave , but i totally did it . i said i’d sneak into his house and change his shampoo for NAIR and i did ! ❞

andres enjoyed pushing arie’s buttons, he realized this soon after meeting him. the reaction he received was always an eager need to be proven right , efforts admirable , and in reality andres never thought less of him . ❝ i’m glad you care about my opinion of you , ❞ his opinion didn’t waver as he witnessed arie choke , reaching out instinctively for the blunt . without looking he grabs the water bottle resting on the side table next to him, handing it over to the other male in an attempt to help . you could call him MANY things , but at least he showed efforts toward hospitality , ❝ okay , okay , good job man , guess you are a BADASS , how do you feel about bungee jumping saturday ? ❞

#✩ ◦ ∘ interaction / andres soler.#amplehoney #it was perfect bb!#its final szn and im slowwww so im sorrry will be better by next friday

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Alex Strangelove (2018) Directed by Craig Johnson

deaditcs

@earlystorms

#✩ ◦ ∘ pairing / wade&noelle.#YEAHHHHH BOIIIII

deaditcs‌.

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 ／ &. @earlystorms

shoulders droop forward just slightly, the height of his frame stuffed into a suit that was slowly starting to suffocate him. nimble fingers pry at the tie around his neck, tugging it loose with a grunt of relief before he makes a point to clear his throat. ‘ y’done talkin’ yet ? ’ the male is curt in his inquiry, and doesn’t really care to hear her answer —— would prefer her silence in this moment. the last argument to spawn between them had been a nasty one, and this was the first time in over a week that he’d last seen her. it was safe to say he was surprised at how much he’d missed her ( or did he just miss her body ? ) sure that it was the former but hoping it was the latter, wesley purses his lips and places one hand on his hip, pelvis jutting forward just slightly in a stance evocative of his arrogance.

her hands have been alternating from it’s animated motions in an attempt at understanding, and resting on the comfortable spot of her hip. disbelief taking hold and continuing to grow, eyes wide, mouth ajar, ‘ can you fucking listen to me ? ’ despite her disappointment meghan can’t look away, ( it may be the unkempt formal wear. ) the blonde wishes she never came although, an hour ago there was nothing else she would have rather done. ‘ jesus christ, i’m trying to explain to you why i’m upset, i’m trying to fix this. ’ as true as her words were to meghan herself, her tactic was flawed and full of blame, as though she played no part in the last dispute they stumbled upon. She takes a step back, arms crossed against her chest, ‘ if you don’t care just tell me, like don’t waste my time. ’

#✩ ◦ ∘ interaction / meghan davis.#deaditcs #playing the victim kinda her thing ig sdnjsnjdsd

deaditcs‌.

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 ／ &. @earlystorms

she’s frowning before she even opens the door, long black hair tied up into a loose bun at the nape of her neck. eyes are tired from what seemed to be restlessness in p e r p e t u i t y, but she will hold his gaze as she lets him in and closes the door behind him. ‘ julia’s not home, ’ the girl offers before any sort of greeting, already NUMB from the effort it took to repress the flutter in her chest that blossomed into existence at the mere sight of him. the feeling, though new to her, was overwhelming. ‘ what’s that ? ’ gaze lowers to the brown paper bag in his hand, bottom brim drawn softly between her teeth as her eyes flicker up to his once and then return to the bag. single digit lifts to gesture to it as she moves around him and takes a few steps backward until her rear meets the arm of the couch. sighing, she’ll leverage her weight to hop up onto the red suede upholstery.

the reaction he received was parallel to what he expected, assumption fueled by read receipts and canceled plans. this isolation only allowed time to think, time to plot and scheme, time to drive to the liquor store with nothing but gentle intent. any ounce of confidence wade thought he might have had, was quick to fade at the sound of her voice. he chooses to ignore the mention of his current girlfriend, looking away and walking into the space he’s spent a good portion of his time in. ‘ i got us some tequila, ‘ wade holds the bag up, trying his best at a smile, softly moving to take up the space next to noelle. his backpack, clinging to his shoulders is dropped down next to him, ‘ i also got, red bull, and shot glasses, because we’re hanging out, and you can say no, but then i’ll have to drink this whole handle by myself, and that might not end well, so. ’

#✩ ◦ ∘ interaction / wade walsh.#deaditcs #YEAHHHHHHHH BOIIIII AWKWARD SITUATIONSSSSSS

the box andres was currently codling close to his chest was probably worth thirty dollars, or exactly two thousand tickets, approximately two hours worth of playing skeeball, pac-man, and impressive rounds of dance dance revolution. adventures with merrin were always better than without, and upon walking into his apartment he heads towards his bong on instinct. “ you want a hit before we start on this bad boy ? ” he asks, despite knowing the answer. there’s a newly constructed fort in the middle of his living room, and an unfinished lego structure behind his couch. he opts to sit in front of the fort, “ i’ll pack it for you, i bought some blue dream yesterday. ” and although he doesn’t say for you, it’s rather evident. @deaditcs

#✩ ◦ ∘ interaction / andres soler.#deaditcs

empty pockets, the hard halt of a doorknob being forced to the right, god, or the gods, or whatever higher power, if they exist, are awfully cruel. upon calling her landlord emmy’s sent to voicemail, three out of her three attempts, and then opts for texting him, unsure if he even knows how to text. frustration filters though, as her back hits the door and the rest of her frame slowly sinks to the floor. for the little time she’s sitting there, she can occasionally hear footsteps, and doors opening, not often, but every few minutes. they’re quiet, and soft, in the distance, never coming close enough to notice her, and she prays it stays that way. it doesn’t, and soon enough she’s looking up at the familiar stranger that lives across from her, “ i got locked out, i’m not just sitting in front of your door i promise. ” @deaditcs

#✩ ◦ ∘ interaction / emmy jones.#deaditcs

i have 2 essays to do and so ive been telling myself that ill do them before i do replies but i havent so! replies coming soon :D

#ill figure out my mun tag 1 day

there was a wave of disbelief and annoyance forming, heavy and coated in tension. rj was stubborn, ignorant, and unwilling to recognize when he’s hurt others, but he also understood when things don’t align. “ you can’t get mad at me for talking to other people, ” it was slightly comical, to him at least, shaking his head, brows furrowed. “ we’re not dating anymore, we’re not even friends, ” he felt as though he was spelling something out, something obvious and worthy of little attention. @inrevrse.

#✩ ◦ ∘ interaction / ross jae.#inrevrse #heres my grumpy boi lmk if u want smth else :~)

it’s that point in the night where nico’s offering rounds and speaking too loud. borderline dangerous, and exhaustively generous. the tap on his shoulder almost goes unnoticed, the familiar face does not, he reaches out, dramatic and drunk. “ i thought i lost you !! are you okay ?? do you want some shots ?? ” one thought after the other, already moving as to order, and perhaps, he should go home, but he can’t find it in him to move. @flvrilege

#flvrilege #✩ ◦ ∘ interaction / nicolas sanz.#here's my drunk trash baby #lmk if u want smth else my starters r becoming progressively worse tm #:~)

nico’s trying not to focus on his current hangover, pounding and ruthless. it was an ungodly hour in the morning, the sun beginning to rise. and while community service is important, and letting the people know you care is essential ( his father's words ), he much rather be in bed. nico arrived an hour before the food pantry opened, remaining clueless, wandering in and heading straight towards the person holding a clipboard, as though it signified importance. “ hi, here to help, where do you want me. ” @droppingpetals

#✩ ◦ ∘ interaction / nicolas sanz.#droppingpetals #he's a senators son ????#lmk if ud like somethign else :~)

wade never faired well while delivering bad news, his words were always insufficient. when he stopped his car on the side of the road at the sight of someone in need, he hadn’t realized right away that the vehicle the stranger was driving had died, and that it wouldn’t be recovering anytime soon, ( if he had, he probably would have never stopped, to avoid this exact moment ). wade stepped away from the hood of the car, frowning, he was only slightly useless at this point. “ i can call someone for you ?? ” @thcsedays

#✩ ◦ ∘ interaction / wade walsh.#thcsedays #hii lmk if u want smth else

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helllooooo is this mic on,,,, i just set this blog up and it’s like 2 am but anyone wanna mf starter??? lmk!!! like this!!

#i passed out but im gonna do this.... now.#lets get this bread

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