- liam adler -

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[liamadlr-blog]

The point of going to the library had been to force himself into doing some homework. For close to an hour, in all fairness, it had worked. Liam had gotten a solid half of his mythology essay finished and it wasn’t even due until next week, putting him ahead of schedule for the first time in his life. In light of this, he’d stopped focusing on the homework and had instead put his talents toward creating a little paper-football that he balanced on the desk and flicked into the air. He stood up out of his chair on instinct when it flew right into somebody’s head, trying and mostly failing to suppress laughter. “I’m so sorry,” he chuckled, going around the table and picking up the makeshift football from where it had fallen on the ground. “Didn’t mean to hit you. I, uh...” He jerked his thumb sheepishly over his shoulder. “I exceeded my attention limit, I guess.”

[liamadlr-blog]

i just............accidentally deleted........my entire game’s save file on mass effect :) so i’ll be here :) lurking and crying uncontrollably :) instead of playing the rest of the night :) hMU if we haven’t plotted !!!

[oflias-blog]

“What? You’ve never seen a girl eating pizza before?” Cordelia said right after taking a bite from her pizza, her mouth still full. “I’m not sharing if that’s what you want.”

[liamadlr-blog]

“Listen, I don’t know how to do CPR, so if you start chokin’ on that pizza you’re wolfin’ down, there isn’t anything I’m gonna be able to do about it, alright? Spare me the anxiety and slow down, will you?”

[liamadlr-blog]

vnhcly:

grabbing a random pillow and pulling it to her chest, the girl was still laughing over the idea of monkeys being friends with the pair of them. his idea of this was appealing, in some way. it meant escaping and running away from her family which she’d gladly do. though her younger sister was a concern for her as well. maybe mallory would want to come with? his fingers drawing across her knee actually startled her, shaking her thoughts and sending shivers across her bare skin. “i could win against you any day, adler. we both know it.” in truth, she might but there was no guarantee that she could. “not true. i can last a long time without having to use my fists to high five someone’s face.” a laugh, shaking her head as she does so. he wasn’t wrong, she enjoyed the rush just as much as the euphoric feeling after a win. “we agreed you won’t tell anyone that, okay? i’m trusting you here, liam.” no one else knew, she dared not share this part of her life. because one loose lipped person could bring the wrath of her step-father and mother around her head in a matter of days. “gotta pinky swear you’re not telling anyone else.”

“I seriously doubt that, but in the interest of sparing you the humiliation, I’ll let you go on thinking it anyway. Just know, deep down, that I’d pin you in three seconds flat.” Beyond her teasing tone, however, Liam sense the lurking apprehension, and in an instant his crooked grin fell away, replaced with something more serious. Sure, he didn’t often take things seriously--it wasn’t one of his strengths. But he could get himself there when he needed to, and seeing Persephone looking worried was a perfect stepping stool. Sitting up further, he repositioned himself onto his knees in front of the blonde, using the hand that wasn’t cradling a blunt to press the pillow down so he could see her face. “Hey, listen...I know we can never really go all that long without deciding we like murdering each other better than being friends, but I’d never tell anybody about that. You know that, right?” Affection came easily to Liam, but when it came to his relationship with Persephone, it was never as simple as that. Affection never existed without anger. That was what made it so unusual when he leaned forward and, hesitating only once--as though for a split second he’d thought about actually kissing her--he pressed his lips to her cheek. “I promise I’d never tell a soul.”

[liamadlr-blog]

who are the people most important to you in your life?

“I mean, my friends are important, my sister’s important. Don’t really give a shit about my parents. I guess there’s really one person who comes to mind and she’s...well, she’s fuckin’ wild. I love being around her, and I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have her in my life. Guess that means she’s important.” @bvbyvalmxnt

[liamadlr-blog]

littlemissavery:

The redhead hung up and tried to collect her thoughts about what had happened the evening before. The truth was that Avery really didn’t remember many details from it, including how she had gotten home, which honestly scared her a little bit. Going through her camera roll and Snapchat story, the girl tried to piece her night together. Avery realized that Dayn had actually brought her home, which would also explain the pizza box that was on her bed. Ever since he had told her about his secret, the girl somehow felt closer to her friend. She had remembered seeing him making out with a girl, which made her wonder how he ended up with her. Avery had heard that Dayn had this- reputation- but the redhead had never listened. Why should she? He was at liberty to do whatever- or in this case, whoever- he liked.

Avery headed down to the curb in front of her apartment building, wincing when she stepped out on the bright, beautiful day. Not a moment later, Liam pulled up and she hopped into his car, her nose crinkling when the smell of weed hit her. “Woah,” she chuckled. “It reeks in here,” Avery teased her friend, closing the door behind her and putting on her seatbelt. “Honestly; wouldn’t be able to tell you. I don’t remember anything past shot number four.” she chuckled, eyeing her friend with a grin. “What about you? Did you have a good time?”

Seeing Avery looking so out of sorts was equally as amusing as it was...disconcerting. Because of everything that had happened with his ex, he was especially sensitive to the corruption of innocence, as it were. Avery seemed to kind, so genuine, and although he hadn’t known her long, what he did know was that he felt the need to try and protect her from the more obscene things in life like some sort of hypocritical Holden Caulfield. Maybe that wasn’t his place, and maybe he wasn’t exactly qualified, but he couldn’t very well help the way he felt.

“Yeah, it usually reeks in here,” he countered smoothly, shooting her a crooked grin. “Takes the edge off the hangover for me.” It worried him very slightly that she couldn’t remember her night--not so much because he was concerned about what she might have gotten up to, but simply that she’d been drinking enough to get to that level. He supposed it might have been some kind of subconscious repentance for Kelly, but he was unwilling to think about it long enough to figure that out. “I did have a good time. Got my high school on, shotgunned a beer. Wasn’t nearly as impressive as it was supposed to be.” He looked over at her briefly, scanning her appearance. “You feelin’ okay this morning? Four shots is a lot of shots when you don’t usually drink that much?”

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[magicaurum]

[pndor-blog]

“If you had to choose to eat either stale Triscuits for the rest of your life or unlabeled cans of god knows what, what would you pick?” Pandora asked, glancing over at the person next to her, busy trying to make a list of grocery store items, “Because that’s just been my life this whole week and honestly… I’m too scared to open up the can to discover what it is.” 

[liamadlr-blog]

“Stale Triscuits, definitely,” Liam answered immediately, looking up from the homework he was doing and lifting at eyebrow at the small blonde who’d asked. He’d eaten far worse than stale Triscuits before when he was high, and worse than that when he was drunk. “If you got some hummus, you barely even notice they’re stale. As for that can...” He paused, a crooked smile tugging at one side of his mouth. “I don’t know, I think you’re probably better off avoiding it. Unlabeled cans are like janky-lookin’ outlets: don’t fuck with ‘em.”

[liamadlr-blog]

littlemissavery:

Avery tugged a sweater on, looking in the mirror and trying to tame her red hair. “Great; let’s do it.” she nodded to herself through the reflection before grabbing her sunglasses with the darkest tint before stepping out of her bedroom. “Oh- god, please?” she asked her friend. “I think the sun just murdered my pupils.” Avery grumbled softly. The redhead went over to the counter and dug into her bag. “Oliver is still asleep, so don’t use the buzzer; I’ll just meet you by the curb.” the girl told Liam. 

“You got it,” Liam said, hanging up and finally standing up out of bed. He spent the better part of twenty minutes getting dressed, brushing his teeth twice to try and remove the stringent taste of vodka on his tongue, and at least making an attempt at taming his hair. Keys and phone safe in his jeans pocket and with a clean shirt on, at least, he headed out of his apartment with a joint secured behind his ear, having every intention of smoking it during his drive. Perhaps twenty-three was too old to be making such a stupid decision, but Liam didn’t see himself stopping in the near future. Besides, it helped with the hangover.

When he pulled up in front of Avery’s place the joint was half-smoked and placed in an Altoid tin that he kept in a cubby of his car. The car smelled like a hash den, but he wasn’t about to actually smoke while driving in front of her. She might know he’d done it, but that was better than letting her see it happening. “What’s up,” he said when she stepped into the car, turning the music down and flashing her a brief smile. “Looks like you had fun last night, huh?”

[bvbyvalmxnt]

Battered Balenciaga combat boot DISRUPTED the surface of a puddle, causing the water to audibly splash in a fury and the reflection of a neon sign to vanish for a split second as the brunette swept by like a tiny hurricane, her heels turned walking backwards with a smile glistening on doll-like features. “Keep up, Liam Bear,” she teased eyebrows wiggling at him, “I know - I KNOW I said it was just past the other corner - but I mean it this time. It’s right around THIS corner.” Her palms swung up in his direction, “scouts honor or whatever. But if it isn’t… don’t pout. I’m merely a human. And I’m still new to Oregon.” @liamadlr

[liamadlr-blog]

He wouldn’t have said so out loud, but in Liam’s mind, they could have continued at this pace all night and he wouldn’t have gotten bored or pouted once--unless, of course, he was trying to get a reaction out of her. The truth was that watching Sienna splash through puddles as she navigated them through the streets of Greenmount was about as good as it got. Her energy was infectious, her laughter put a warm feeling in his chest, and seeing her smile the way she was now beat out anything else he could have been doing by a long shot. His Doc Martens followed her path through the puddles, a cigarette dangling from his fingers between trips to his mouth. “You know, I’m starting to get the feeling you don’t know where the fuck you’re going,” he grinned, throwing the Marlboro down and enjoying the satisfying sizzling sound it gave off when it landed in a puddle and immediately went out. Drizzling rain pattered against the awnings they walked beneath, a perfect soundtrack to their midnight escapades through Oregon. Noticing suddenly a large crack in the sidewalk coming up behind Sienna, who was still walking backwards, Liam reached out just in time to grab her hands and pull her forward, away from the pitfall that would have sent her sprawling to the wet sidewalk. “Careful,” he laughed, and he didn’t bother to let go right away, preferring to let the contact linger several seconds before finally releasing her hands. “You don’t watch out, you’re gonna fall right into a sewer grate one of these days, and then IT will have you and I’ll have no one to lead me on a wild goose chase through the city.”

[edcnlove]

“You know what would be nice? If you could talk more quietly.” The words might have sounded harsh but after a night so many tequila shots that she had lost count, whatever else she had taken, and whoever she’d done, Eden was sore, irritated, and extremely hungover. Every morning she regretted her choices, but she knew as soon as she got the chance she would repeat it all over again. “You’re yelling and it’s not appreciated.”

[liamadlr-blog]

Liam rolled his eyes, but a smug grin belied his good mood. He didn’t like fighting with Eden, tried to avoid it wherever and whenever possible; it was usually a case of her goading him into a hot temper that started their verbal sparring matches. “I’m not being loud,” he countered, sipping at his coffee and raising a challenging eyebrow at Eden. “You’re hungover, and I hardly think that’s my fault. If you want, I could really start yelling. How ‘bout it?”

[liamadlr-blog]

imessage | morticia

morticia: ok so i have some fucked up virus that opens literally everything on my computer so i called geek squad and they said to hard reset it and apparently that didn't work.

liam: try googling the symptoms, see if it's a common virus and how to remove it. you might have to turn the computer off and log back in using safe mode

liam: also try calling geek squad back, telling them they're morons, and asking for a real solution

[liamadlr-blog]

lungbroke:

“Practice? I thought it was a matter of getting used to the taste.” Or growing numb to it. She almost seemed relieved when the older male accepts the bottle, as she felt she needed more time to let the harshness that lurked in her throat settle in. She watched him take a swig with curious eyes, almost like he was well practiced in the matter. Years of partying were perhaps under his belt. “God. That’s a load of shit.” Euphie mumbled as she held her hand out for the bottle. He was right, though. The shittier your life, the more inclined you would be to drinking. Her mother was a prime example of that saying. “Show me your thesis paper on the subject some time. I’m sure you’ll throw in some tips on how to get trashed without worrying about that hollow existential dread will grow the drunker you get.”

"Call it whatever you want,” Liam lifted the bottle and swallowed another mouthful before handing it back over. It wasn’t a taste so much as it was the burn you learned to live with after a while. “Still amounts to the same thing: the more you do it, the easier it is. And as I said, the more you need it, the easier it is.” These facts Liam had learned firsthand, though he was never inclined to talk about it. Another thing that proved easy to do the more you did it was lying, not only to other people but to himself. Sometimes, he could almost convince himself that period of his life simply didn’t exist. “Don’t test me, I’ll give you a thesis, and I’ll back it up with solid research. As for those tips, I’ll let you know when I find something that works myself. So far all I have is getting so drunk you black out. Not even I can manage existential dread when I’m unconscious.”

[liamadlr-blog]

imessage | morticia

morticia: i've already tried that.

liam: well that's a hard reset and that was your question

liam: if you're asking me to help you fix your computer i'll need to know a little bit more about what's wrong

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@liamadlr

Avery woke up at around 12 the day after the party, and she winced at the sunlight pouring into her room. Ruffling her hair and grumbling, the redhead got up slowly and closed the curtains in her room. The redhead found her phone tangled up in her bedsheets, and she sniffed lightly as she scrolled through it, calling Liam. The two weren’t super close, but they had been starting to talk a bit more. “Liam?” she asked. “Hey- do you want to get brunch?” Avery murmured into the iPhone, tugging on a fuzzy boot over her left foot, not needed the right shoe due to her cast. “I’m pretty sure I have a hangover, by the way- I have a major headache and my stomach is just like- blegh.”

[liamadlr-blog]

Head pounding, Liam had woken up at 7:30 in the morning with a mouth that felt like cotton and the room still swimming. He’d chugged some water, taken an Advil, and gone back to sleep, only to be woke up a few hours later by a phone call. The room had stopped spinning, at least, and the pills had somewhat dulled the headache, but the remnants of it that lingered were enough to make the idea of greasy food extremely appealing. “Yeah, I’d be down,” he mumbled into the phone, voice still thick with sleep. Pulling himself up to a sitting position and swinging his legs out of bed, he saw that one of his socks was missing, probably kicked off during the night. “I was fucked up earlier this morning but the worst of it’s gone. Want me to come pick you up?”

[liamadlr-blog]

imessage | morticia

morticia: i'm not tech savvy but even i know that isn't a hard reset. do you know how to do it or not? don't waste my time.

liam: in tech savvy terms: turn it off and back on