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thanatophobia ( n.)

an abnormal fear of death.

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Seriously Just FUCK High School. || alternativeequinox

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The only thing good about parties is the free drinks that come with them. Not the socializing, not the stupid shit that happens nor all the sex that’s practically happening against every single surface. Just the alcohol. It’s the only reason he comes to these sorts of things, at least when he doesn’t come with his friends. So because it’s the only reason he’s there, he’s just standing off to the side in some far corner with cool can of half empty cheap beer snug in his hand. He was already feeling the effects of it; a simple buzzed feeling. He isn’t exactly the best at holding his alcohol, a light weight really. Three or even two of them is enough to make him drunk, thankfully not enough to make him absolutely incoherently wasted. Though right now he was debating if he wanted to get that way or just a normal drunk.

Raising the can to his lips, he ran his tongue along the side of it to lap up a small bit that was falling down before he took a short sip, only pausing because someone had approached him. Probably to start up some kind of conversation. He stared at him for a moment or two, eyebrow slowly raising as he wondered how standing as far away from people as possible gave someone the idea that he wanted to be talked to.

Don’t be a dick for once Zalter. You’re fine. It’s just a friendly question. Not like it’s gonna kill you.

Swallowing back the snark, he just shrugged his shoulders. “It’s a party.” He answered simply. “Not really into this one, more here because of the aspect of cheap booze and getting drunk.” He took another sip of it, this time one a little bigger before he cleared his throat and motioned towards him. “What about you? Does the party meet your fancy?”

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In hindsight, maybe talking to this guy was a bad idea. He didn’t seem like he wanted anyone even 10 feet near him. Oh well. Too late to back out now.

“Honestly, I don’t want to be here... I was dragged here by my.. ‘special’ friend.” he grimaced as he searched the crowd for Tristian, the certain boyfriend who forced him to tag along. Literally. Tristian dragged him out the door by his wrist and didn’t let go until he had both feet inside this house.

Matthias looked back at the other teenager and eyed the drink in his hand. “Are you old enough to drink?” It most definitely wasn’t his right to ask such questions, but when you don’t have interaction with other human life besides your boyfriend, it’s hard to know what might be socially acceptable to ask and what might not be.

#ic #alternativeequinox #v;; modern #yOU SHUSH #YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD OKAY

Seriously Just FUCK High School. || alternativeequinox

Matthias was only a sophomore and he already hated high school. There was no doubt about it. Between all the rumours about him and the shitty curriculum, he couldn’t wait for it all to be over already.

Maybe he could just drop out and take the GED?...

Eh, maybe if it gets to be too much he will.

But for now, he was dragged to a party that was taking place at one of the popular kid’s house. The whole cliche “my parents are out of town and we’re irresponsible so YOLO right?” scenario. He put on the whole front that he didn’t want to be there and that he hated every moment of it, but in reality he was glad to have some social interaction for once, even if no one really talked to him. It was a pretty friendly environment despite most likely being alcohol induced.

Might as well socialize, right?

Matthias let his eyes wander among the crowd in the room, not immediately seeing anyone particularly interesting to talk to. Everyone was a lot bigger than he was and it was intimidating...

Off in the corner of the room, he spotted someone not as intimidating. ‘Time to make my move.’ he thought before he made his way past the crowd and slid up next to the stranger.

“How you liking the party?”

#ic #alternativeequinox #v;; modern

Im still crying about the fact that this all started bc i was assigned as the “king of cute”

#cries #[not a majesty]

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Guys we need to stop saying Ted Cruz was the Zodiac Killer. He was born in 1970, when the killer was active in 1968-69. Clearly he’s the SON of the Zodiac Killer, all grown up and ready to follow in the footsteps of his elder.

Hamilton: FUCK the government

Washington: *deep sigh* we ARE the government, Alexander.

#me tbh #also muse tbh