𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀.

do you feel that? 🅴🆇🅸🆂🆃🅴🅽🅲🅴 is coursing through your veins. do you remember? why your 𝐻𝐸𝒜𝑅𝒯 made you this way? you wanna chase them, 𝔽𝔸ℕ𝕋𝔸𝕊𝕀𝔼𝕊 are falling out of place. can you hear them? the 𝒱𝐼𝐵𝑅𝒜𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩𝒮 are calling, calling your name. if you really wanna know the 🆃🆁🆄🆃🅷 i’ll 𝒯𝐸𝐿𝐿 ya, i’ll tell ya. if really wanna go to london, boy i’ll sail ya, i’d sail us. if you wanna see a 𝔹𝕃𝔸ℂ𝕂ℍ𝕆𝕃𝔼 singularity, holla back at me, if you’re interested of being free . . .

[freshighs]

*     TVDDYWOO     :     WOO     ,     TEDDY  .

      TEDDY’S GAZE lifts up to spot a familiar face, cheeks instantly flushing as he carefully takes the sheet of paper from the boy’s grip and slips it back into his notebook. “thank you,” he mutters shyly, despite having seen anthony PLENTY of times during their group’s detention get togethers. it was an embarrassing situation regardless, though, especially with how many people actually witnessed it. “this…” he pauses scratching awkwardly at the back of his head. “happens way more often than it should, to be honest,” he shrugs sheepishly as he musses up the back of his already-messy locks.

as soon as the   interaction   between them begins  ,  the snickering falters and then ends altogether  .  kids go back to their respective conversations  ,  lockers are   shut   as the last of supplies are put away  ,  and just as quickly as the fall unfolded it seems to be forgotten by their flock of peers  .   for that  ,  anthony’s  grateful   .  still  ,  tease flecked with mischief flies  .   ❛   what does  ,  you falling for me like this  ?   ❜   smile grows upon plump brims as hand is held out to help them up  . 

[tvddywoo]

      AS SOON as he flops forward onto the floor– having tripped over what he assumed was a backpack strap… but considering how sturdy the object felt, it was most likely someone’s foot than anything else ( a common occurrence, unfortunately )– teddy quickly starts scrambling for the various papers that had slipped out of his notebooks. he tugs his lower lip between his teeth as he attempts to block out the scattered chuckles behind him. he wasn’t particularly bothered by it, of course — but it was STILL a bit embarrassing. a sigh pushes past his lips as he organizes his things. luckily, he didn’t have a class to hurry to after this as the bell had just gone off for the day, but that was likely why so many others were still lingering around in the halls to watch the entire ordeal.

[freshighs]

the display of bumbling   clumsiness   almost garners a snicker from the man   ;   were it not for peers that make their humor so   unbearably   known   ,   amusement too would have been reflected in warm viridescent irises   .   instead   ,   something more amiable grows in them  ,  a look that almost   teeters on the edge   of  genuine    sympathy   .   the rate at which his papers are collected is nothing short of speedy   ,   but through hasty pace one is sent   sliding   across the colored title   .   deft fingers pluck the graded sheet from in front of blackened boots  ,  and   looming   frame is made compact as he kneels to the ground  .    ❛   think you might’ve   missed   one   .   ❜

[freshighs]

sup bitch !  i’m adri  ( otherwise known as happygoluckies on discord )  and i’m so sorry for the mediocre intro you’re about to read on this HANDFUL of a muse  ANTONIO  “  ANTHONY  ”  LUPO .  he’s the casanova, in every sense of the word, and is quite the playboy at lincoln high school. i’ve got some STATISTICS about him here, some WANTED CONNECTIONS here, & if you’re down to know more? a look to who he is under the cut.

i’m going to keep this fairly short. mostly because he’s a new muse idk much about him. i’ll figure him out as i write him, and realize all his quirks n shit with y’all (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) !

so i realize the casanova label can be taken alot of ways yea? you could interpret it as a fuckboy who straight up uses men and woman to gain pleasure, or you could see it as someone who beds mad people every night; finds themselves with three, four people a week; and so on and so forth. but i kinda picture anthony as someone who just... craves love.

*gags* i know. craves love ?! what kinda middle school shit is that ? but it’s true. he wants to feel wanted, to feel needed, loved. and will do just about anything to do so. anything.

okay so... maybe he is a bit of a fuckboy just a little. but he’s got a good heart i swear !  it’s just underneath all that need to have love n warmth at all times and the all-encompassing belief that people will leave him so he’s gotta do it before they do 😓

believe it or not ! he’s got a girlfriend. a npc. they’re that couple that is constantly on and off, you know the one that constantly breaks up and makes up. one day you see him pushing her up against a locker when the halls are seemingly clear and the next she’s telling him to bag his face. she’s a cheerleader, popular all that good mumbo jumbo, the queen to his homecoming king tbh. picture halston sage when you read this..

he actually got detention for pda with ha.. and despite all the trash he talks about said detention he’s come to enjoy the company of the people in it. i actually want to plot out some of the dynamics of detention w. y’all. how does he act w. ur muse in it? does he act that same way w. them out of it? or outside of school? does it change depending who’s around? all the good stuff.

he’s quite the flirt  ( who would’ve guessed ?! )  let it be teachers, new students, rivals on the soccer n football field, he can always find a way to charm. chances are he’s complimented ur muse KDSNDFSKDS

comes off v carefree n nonchalant n charismatic but he’s v.. broken? and doesn’t really show it. a couple of years ago he lost someone very important to him & that paired with his family life just. has our boy empty as fuck ! we won’t get into details tho hehe. 

i will however mention that he started using after this loss. it made him and amber, our resident drug dealer, real real close.. 

he’s also pretty musically inclined too. his guitar?! a prized possession... 

AESTHETICS INCLUDE:

thrown rocks pitter-pattering against a closed window. crisp blazers pushed up to the elbows. the smell of weed in a night’s breeze. the top buttons of your shirt unbuttoned unnecessarily low. eyes that linger. a sweet, intoxicating scent, and an ever-present smirk at your lips. suggestive lyrics. backs pressed against brick walls. muffled moans and covered lips. hickies hidden beneath collars. snickers during a sunday service. shared cigarettes at the end of the night, just before moving onto the next. little white lines on college pamphlets. never staying in one place too long. the thirst for more. a heart that yearns for the warmth of another body, but fears the commitment of settling down for too long. chords of a song never shared. silky smooth words that were meant to charm, but were nothing more than decorated lies at the end of the day. blood red eyes paired with darker intentions.

[wxiit]

[fotogrimsi-deactivated20180915]

[preciousjonathanbyers]

[90210source]

[frequentlyindecisive]

[linger1994-blog]

[iossama]

[thelovejournals]

…and we drink our coffee and pretend not to look at each other.

Charles Bukowski, Luck

[babil6]

[timotaychalamet]

La Piscine (1969) dir. Jacques Deray

[lonelybowlsat3am]

[rnargotrobbie]

I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways you are not.

Fight Club (1999) dir. David Fincher

[wnq-writers]

Being pessimistic doesn’t mean you’re never positive, it means you don’t expect sunshine or rainbows to be coming from every edge of life.

sighril 

[trendy-boys]