set a fire in me.

— &&. i just want to do something that matters. or be something that matters. i just want to matter.

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      Luna did not want to be here -- she did not like the company and she certainly did not like the relentless babbling that came with said company. If she was somehow unclear in her disinterest in every subject brought up, she was unsure on how to be more upfront. Which is why she tuned out completely somewhere in between his favorite baseball team and his ‘super cool’ fossil collection. She could be the first to tell anyone that at that moment she was not completely focused, her mind mostly set on eating the entire box of pizza rolls at home. So when she blindly reached out, thinking if she wasn't going to listen to this poor dweeb -- that she would at least throw him a small bone in the form of hand holding. However, the hand she had slipped hers into was much smaller than one of an over 6 foot tall guy. And strangely a lot softer in texture than she expected. Luna snapped out of her analysis of the hand she was still currently holding long enough to look to her left. What she found was not her blind date but a girl. "Oh shit." She gaped, tilting her head down to their interlocked hands. "You're holding my hand! I mean... I-- Well! Why would you just accept someone reaching for your hand like that, you lunatic! I could've been trying to kidnap you and sell you to hairy pedophiles!" She was fussing over the situation very loudly but had yet to remove her hand from the other's. "And where is, um.... My date?" She whipped her head left and right with no sign of what's his name, she must've lost him in the crowd while she was daydreaming about junk food and Netflix.

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listening to wolfstar mixes and thinking about fruit and absolutely not concentrating on indie someone smack me

[catheraverys-deactivated2015092]

[alchemisticals]

[celcstials-deactivated20151129]

“SO, I called this emergency meeting because my brother’s answer was basically ‘punch him in the face and file a restraining order’ but I’m looking for something a little…less violent. In fact, I’m looking for something entirely less violent since I’m pretty sure I’d break my hand on his jaw if I tried anything. Anyways. What’s the Teddy Blake surefire way of shaking someone off when you’ve told them you’re not interested and they still keep bothering you?”

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"UH, Teddy Blake surefire way? Easy. Just let me punch the guys lights out. Or, y’know, at least pay someone else to kick his ass. Since you and I both know I’m more of a lover than a fighter. Plan B could always include me seducing him and getting him off your hands that way. But then I’d have to deal with a potential stalker. I’m way too busy to have a stalker right now, Talia. We could possibly just tell the fella you have an STD. Sure as hell won't bother you after that.”

[mackenzies1x1-deactivated201609]

“i threw rocks at the wrong window but i’m a little drunk and my girlfriend just dumped me so hey do you want to hang out with me?” au

[ephemcrals-blog]

How long had it been since they’d met? Three years, give or take? He’d been trying for three years to get this girl to just be his friend; it was a testament to how dedicated Connor could be to a cause if he actually gave a shit (which he, unfortunately, didn’t most of the time). His friends thought he was crazy, spending all this time trying to get to know this girl who did nothing but call him ‘idiot’ and shut him down left and right; but truthfully, he was curious. He liked people; when he attached himself to a person, he might as well be a leech, because they were probably never getting rid of him. If this were a young adult novel or a cheesy rom com, Connor could probably talk about how he was struck by her beauty one day in their high school hallway and had been smitten ever since; but since this was real life, all he could attest to was liking how her presence commanded a room and thinking she was pretty. What more did he need to want to get to know her? And that’s how he found himself three years later trying to talk said girl down after a children’s movie – that he was mildly miffed about missing, by the way. “Aurora is nice but…you look more like a Rory. Your full name is so…posh. I like it shortened so I’ll try to, like, drop dude if you want. ” He confirmed, not letting her protest this decision. “Okay, no to Aquamarine and Cinderella, yes to Avengers. Also yes to Inception, which you didn’t bring up but, it’s still an important, kick ass cinematic masterpiece.” Relaxing again, he slumped his shoulders and uncrossed his arms, instead leaning against the wall close to her. “Nah, why would I be embarrassed? I came here with you. You cried. You still look pretty and call me an idiot, so literally nothing has changed. I don’t – ” He let his shoulders rise and fall quickly. “ – care about what other people think. And I’m starting to think you care way too fucking much. Also, nice backhand you slipped in there.” A smile played on his on his chapped lips now, admiring how even when she was ragging on herself, she was ragging on him. “Why do you care about what your mother thinks about you, Ror? C’mon, that’s not healthy!” Prodding was second nature to Connor, who tended to ask and say the things people were afraid to vocalize themselves; maybe he was pushing the blonde too much by asking her personal questions like that, but she’d let him know so in the past, and he had faith she would continue to do so if she was uncomfortable. “Dud – Rory, we could’ve done that too! I’ve seen a fucking embarrassing amount of Say Yes to the Dress because of my sister. I just, yanno…wanted to hang out with you, that’s all.” The words were candor, as per his style. He didn’t like her, but he liked spending time with her (even if she called him ‘asshole’ and ‘idiot’ more times than his actual name) and he thought she should know that.  “Wanna get out of here then? Get some grub? Also, take note that I’m abso-fuckin’-lutely buying you this movie so you can watch the entire thing. Maybe call me crying. Send me a snapchat bitching me out for showing you the movie in the first place. Whateeeeeever strikes you in the moment!” Shooting her a cheeky grin, he held out his arm for her to take, assuming she wouldn’t, but offering anyway.

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Connor was like that annoying fly in your room that you constantly saw buzzing around but could never quite catch long enough to squash. And he’d been like that ever since Aurora’s sophomore year. He was always in the same hallway as her, always near her locker, and always passing by her lunch table. But he was never there long enough for Aurora to berate him for his less than subtle stalker techniques. It was, to say the least, beyond infuriating. The buzzing around never stopped, not even when Aurora would flat-out reject his advances before he’d even finish his first sentence. She was constantly trying to squash him but he always kept coming back, buzzing around her in an indignant reminder of his determination. At first, Aurora was amused by the boy’s presence and slightly flattered that she’d gotten a senior to take such notice of her. But months into Connor’s seemingly never-ending mission to bother her whenever possible, Aurora became bewildered by the fact that he'd yet to give up, almost impressed by his persistence. In the end, it was a surprise to everyone that Aurora finally gave in and finally began to participate in the, up until then, mostly one-sided friendship. And she pretended to be just as shocked about her actions as everyone else, but in truth, Aurora didn’t find herself that surprised that she’d finally stopped trying to squash that stupid fly. However, this was the first outing they'd actually gone out on alone. And as a teenage girl, of course Aurora put more thought into the movie night than needed. She spent fifteen frustrating minutes contemplating her make out lip gloss that tasted like cake batter or just plain 'ole chapstick. She then proceeded to stomp around her room in an irritated manner, completely mystified by the fact that she’d just intentionally tried to pretty herself up for Connor of all people. But it wasn’t all her fault, it was completely normal for her to wanna get all dolled up for a date. Connor, annoyingly enough, had never actually specified if that’s what this was, though. Which left the ball in her court, in a way, because her stressing over it made the question of – whether or not she wanted this to be a date – hang over her head like an unwanted thought bubble. And in an unsurprising turn of events, the night had took a turn for the worst seeing as Aurora had out right embarrassed herself in front of a theater full of people. And Connor. Stupid fly. "Aurora is the name of the mythical goddess of the dawn, you dickshit. Sleeping beauty, y'know? It's a hell of a lot more impressive and elegant than "Rory". But the childish nickname is still more acceptable than "dude", I suppose. I don't think I could stop you from calling me Rory, anyways. As annoyingly stubborn as you are." She lifted her gaze from the floor, lolling her head to one side and facing Connor with an unusually tentative smile. "I know it doesn't make much sense. And it's not like I've got mommy issues, trust me. It started out with trying constantly to impress Lily but that childhood hobby became a full on obsession of just... needing people to like me. Or at least pay attention to me." She shrugged her own shoulders, heavily slumping against the wall. "This definitely isn't an appropriate topic for a movie..." She trailed off, slightly flustered as she tried to find a word to describe the evening, "Move night-- Thing, whatever." For the first time that evening, a quiet laugh tumbled from her lips, the sound surprising her momentarily. "Say Yes to the Dress marathon will be needed next time then. You can see me and all my red faced, snotty nose glory once again. It'll be a fantastic time, I assure you." Her smile was still gracing her features, finally reaching her now slightly less puffy eyes. She nodded once, leaning up off against the wall just as he did. She eyed his offered arm warily before pulling his arm towards her and slipping her purse off her shoulder and onto his. Her smile fell easily enough into her usual mischievous smirk. "What a gentlemen." She cooed as she walked past him towards the exit, swaying her hips purposefully.

[jonasvasqez]

[sexyandmagnetic]

[loveless-people]

I am so sick of being sick of who I am.

William Chapman (via alaskarph)

[phoebewallersbridge]

[alltimecliffo]

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but how about a “we’re both sitting at the singles table at our friend’s wedding” au???

[spideypools]

[godslastgift-deactivated2017021]

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♫ away we go by prince of spain 

fearlessly we face the great unknown away we go, away we go, away we go

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“Do not move another fucking paw, you furry pain in the ass.” Standing outside on the fire escape and watching his guinea pig trying to wiggle through the next door neighbor’s window -- was certainly not the way Teddy wanted to spend his Friday night. “Hey-- wait, no!” He whirled around on the spot, hands flying to his hair, mouth agape as the rodent successfully pushed his fat, hairy butt through the open crack in the window. He stood for a moment, hands tangled almost painfully in the roots of his hair, staring at the opened window -- incredulous. “What the fuck, Winston? Honestly what the fucking fuck, you fucking fuck.” Seething with palpable rage, Teddy marched his way to where Winston had disappeared, he peeked through the opening briefly which deemed pointless as it was pitch fucking black in the apartment. “Helpful. Very. Thanks, neighbor.” He griped as he pushed the window pane the rest of the way up and swung a leg over the ledge, followed quickly suit by the other until he was standing inside a complete stranger’s apartment. “Welp.” He started as he glanced around the dark apartment, sucking his lips into his mouth briefly while he quietly assessed the situation. “At this point, Michael Myers is either waiting to kill me or I’m gonna be in a shit load of trouble.” He heard the familiar squeaking of his guinea pig and barley lifted his foot in order to take a step when the door opened, the light from the hallway seeping in slowly. “The latter then. Excellent.” He cringed away once the door was fully open, a silhouette of a person being revealed. “Before you say anything!” He rushed, holding his hands out in front of him hastily. “The good news is, I am definitely not Michael Myers. Lacking the sweet mask and the bloody knife, dude.”