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caleb: you make a good point about it all being relative and about perspective
caleb: that's actually super cool tho! scripts for tv or for movies??
gradeigh: are we doing would you rathers because i could send you a few of my personal favorites, dude
gradeigh: haha weird but someone actually being interested is freaking me out!
gradeigh: both but mostly movies. i have so many movie scripts i could burn down a church! is that a saying?
themaxfieldrobeson:
Not quite paying attention to the mopey soul he just sidled up near (just yet), Max leaned both arms against the bar top– a little notebook flipped open in his palm. Yes, he wrote down a large drink order for the group of girls he was, technically, with… Not because he was their ‘date’ tonight, but he agreed to be designated driver for them and naturally, they always needed at least one male to tag along in the group to make things safer. It didn’t really matter if he wasn’t the biggest guy or even the slightest bit intimidating– any guy would do, to ward off the weirdos and it never failed. Max wasn’t an idiot, he knew the routine and he was totally fine to help them out. At least they were his friends, right? Sorta.. “Hey, hi– got a few drinks here,” he said, addressing the bartender who finally came over to get what he wanted. “For table 9, I need to get… An Adios Motherfucker, a 100% That Bitch, a um,” he cleared his throat and dropped his voice a little in embarrassment, “Balls Deep,” before his tone went back to normal, “a Mountain Dew Me, an err– Octopussy, and a Tie Me To the Bedpost…” His eyes lifted to the worker’s with a weak-willed, nervous smile. “And I’ll.. just have a Pepsi? Just, yanno, straight Pepsi.” There was a beat of awkward silence as the two stared at each other before the man shrugged, and walked off to apparently prepare all those oddly-named drinks like it was the most normal thing in the world. With a heavy exhale, Max brushed a hand through his short mop of brown hair, finally looking towards the other male. “So… What’s up?” Wow, that was a lame way to start this… He was the worst wingman in history; Max glancing over the guy’s head and towards the giggling table of girls who were all watching him intently. One of them made the ‘shoo-shoo’ gesture, for him to continue. He mouthed ‘I am!” before anxiously drumming his fingers on the counter top. “You uh… here alone tonight?” Okay, now you’re a creeper. Good job, man.
gradeigh listened as the other male read out an assortment of drinks, doing his best not to let out a little laugh. clearly those drinks weren't all for the male and he only hoped he'd get some help bringing them to wherever they were going. his attention was snagged when words were actually directed towards him. he wasn't too proud to say he was half drunk already, probably more there than that. gradeigh wasn't knew to drinking, but he much preferred drugs to alcohol. "are you picking me up?" gradeigh asked with a small smile, watching the thinner boy. he wasn't awful looking and gradeigh wouldn't say he was completely not his type, not that he was really looking to get laid anymore tonight. he tried not to make love with a heavy heart, a rule he invented in high school and tried to follow. "if so i have to tell you, i'm already a little tipsy." he joked but he knew his cheeks were already a little rosy. "what are you up to?"
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𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃: ...okay, that's not a bad point to make
𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃: whoa, i didn't know that you're a writer! what kinda stuff are you working on?
gradeigh: it's all about dick length. well, not all, but if you get to decide the size of your legs it is.
gradeigh: haha, don't worry i'm not good. just scripts, nothing anybody is interested in!
leosfm:
𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐀 plastic green straw, stirring a frozen strawberry daiquiri around, the motion giving antsy fingers something to do while a leg restlessly bounces up and down . “ – so , ” her head swivels, turning to look at the boy next to her , “ what’re the odds you pretend to be the guy i’m super into & kind of my boyfriend at the moment ? ” she pauses , letting her words linger in the air for a few moments before she’s tilting her head towards the group playing pool - “ the blonde one over there will not leave me alone . but i think he fully supports the ‘ thou shall not steal a girl from another bro ’ commandment . ” her lips tilt into an almost-guilty grin for trying to rope him into a lie with her; she’s quick to tack on more words, “ — if you don’t feel like being an actor tonight though , it’s okay – this is plan b . ” she slides a damp napkin in between them , clearing her throat , “ dear blonde frat boy , ” she reads aloud , “ i’m not interested & i’d rather just be friends xoxo leo . ” she pauses for a beat , “ p.s. you aren’t very good at pool . ” she folds her top lip over her bottom one as she leans back, “ what do you think , a literal message . think he’d get ? ” she asks, orbs falling back onto the boy as she tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
gradeigh was relieved at the distraction from his own thoughts. he wasn't really a mopey drunk and it sucked associating something that was so fun with a lame night. he eyed the guy she was talking about. "yeah, i don't know if i am happy you consider me in the same group as bro as that guy.." he told her, lightly making a face. truly, of course he wasn't offended. he could admit he ws very straight white guy looking and if that was the worst he was called during the day, he could live. "a letter though? that might hurt, it's very pointed that you took that much time to tell him you weren't into it." he should know, he's used to girls gently turning him down, sometimes not so gently. "i do like the fact that i'm a good, safe fake boyfriend candidate."
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bratley
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[ 📲 ≫ imesage to bratley ] : no need to hurt my feelings
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[ 📲 ≫ imesage to big t ] : on my way! slept in
send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses
cell phone headcanons
send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including: - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone - my muse’s last text to your muse
LIGHTSABER BATTLES, FLORAL SHIRTS, TATTOOS, LATE NIGHT TEXTS WITH WEED IN THE AIR, SECRET PINING, EGGS IN RAMEN, DISTANT SOUND OF AN INHALER, TALL CEILINGS, REFUSING TO SAY I LOVE YOU, THROWING DRINKS ON GUYS THAT PISS HIM OFF, STARING UP AT THE NIGHT SKY ON THE BEACH, FILMS IN GRAVEYARDS, SKATEBOARDING AND SEX JOKES, EDIBLES THAT TASTE LIKE FOREVER, LOUD DAD JOKES AND QUIET POEMS,SLEEPING WITH FRIEND'S SISTERS, CLIMBING TREE, FRAT BOY ATTITUDE, CALM MADNESS AND DEBATABLE GENIUS.
talks in comic sans. insecure, yet weirdly obnoxious. feel like he belongs in the dorms with the regular students and shouldn’t be in the houses.
send ► for a fucking wrong person text
[ 📲 ≫ imesage to ashael ] : i think i’d look hot with a beard, so there.
✕ , ► , ☢
send ✕ for of course fucking not text
[ 📲 ≫ imesage to lil lina ] : i already dated her!! no go on a threesome!!! no go on anything under an orgy with her!!
send ► for a fucking wrong person text
[ 📲 ≫ imesage to lil lina ] : how many days of burning is too many?
send ☢ for a fucking drunken text
[ 📲 ≫ imesage to lil lina ] : have i ever told you uo look like a jewishcas sie
❝❞ , ☢
send ❝❞ for a long fucking winded text
[ 📲 ≫ imesage to tallulah ] : so i was with this girl in my room today and things were going great, right? she read some of my work, gave me notes on it and everything. she was saying all the right stuff too, about my brain and talent and we were just about to get to the good part when i remember what you said about my fumbling hands and i couldn’t get her bra off. worse than that, i elbowed her when she was trying to undo my pants. long story short, you are ruining my life and i need it to end.
send ☢ for a fucking drunken text
[ 📲 ≫ imesage to tallulah ] : id let qwyou ruin ky life
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Anonymously tell me how you feel about me. I can't reply, I just have to read it and post it.
Another Fucking Text Meme
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send ☀ for a good fucking morning text send ✉ for a un fucking sent text send ❤ for an i fucking love you text send ☾ for a good fucking night text send ✔ for yes of course you fucking can text send ✕ for of course fucking not text send ✂ for a fucking lying text send ❝❞ for a long fucking winded text send ♋ for a fucking sext send ► for a fucking wrong person text send ☢ for a fucking drunken text
Headcanon meme~
Put a symbol (or several) and a character/characters in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon. Yes. Do it.
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◉ - Any other question of your choosing
gradeigh was not having a good night. to be honest, it was actually pretty a w f u l . he had never thought of himself as a smooth guy, he wasn't naive. he was aware that it took a certain.. taste to be into him but he also knew that he could pull when he tried. being stood up though? that hurt. he didn't like to think he was particularly sensitive, but that was a lie. he was a creative, deep soul, one that desired, needed human connection. now, he found himself practically pouting at the bar, staring down at his six? shot. what a baby.
