meet me in the bathroom

link thomas faust, thirty.

[linkthomas]

text 📲 link && cy.

LINK: WHERE ARE YOU

LINK: ARE YOU SAFE

LINK: WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING

LINK: oh wait the messages weren't sending

LINK: BUT THEY ARE NOW

LINK: ANSWER ME YOU LITTLE BITCH

LINK: I'M WORRIED SICK ABOUT YOU

[earlysummer1951]

SUCCESSION Season 2 Episode 10

[linkthomas]

@cyrusfm

[linkthomas]

suraj-s-dream​.

WHERE: the inn WITH @ hotel Roswell crew (  @sparrowmoore, @bridgetfm, @jovidicamillo, @calimarks, @httpbryce​ )

Staying at a hotel was a new experience. Having always crashed at couches, they weren’t so sure what to do with themselves now. Yet, the world had decided, that perhaps the best thing was to loose their keycard. They sat in front of the door to their room, their few groceries on the ground, knees to their chest, and making a slice of bread with cheese. When someone appeared from their room, Suraj looked up like they were caught red-handed. “I lost my keycard,” they explained. In case the other wanted to know why they were sitting on the floor. 

 to  say  that  link  wasn’t  happy  with  his  current  situation  was  understatement.  he’d  spent  most  of  his  life  holed  up  in  hotel  rooms,  and  though  he  usually  would  have  an  absolute  rave  about  it,  the  circumstances  weren’t  the  best.  his  signal  was  still  dropping  and  he  couldn’t  really  reach  his  family,  which  made  his  stomach  hurl  and  worsened  his  hangover  even  more.  but  he  didn’t  want  to  continue  to  give  himself  a  headache  over  that  and  decided  to  look  around  the  hotel  for  better  reception,  which  had  him  walking  out  of  his  hotel  room  in  nothing  but  his  trunks,  his  robe  and  his  slippers.  phone  in  hand,  he  doesn’t  waste  more  than  a  second  looking  at  the  other’s  direction.  “  didn’t  ask.  ”  it  slips  out  but  he  immediately  backtracks,  stopping  his  steps  and  turning  back  around  to  face  them.  “  sorry.  ”  he  sighs.  “  ‘m  just  kinda  cranky.  can’t  reach  my  family  and  it’s  drivin’  me  crazy.  ”  he  feels  the  need  to  explain.  he  wasn’t  a  douche,  just  not  having  the  best  day.  “  can’t  you  just  ask  for  ‘nother  one  at  the  front  desk?  ”

[linkthomas]

strikercannon​.

location:puhlman ranch, mid storm. 

with: open - @roswellstarters​

“ sweet mother o’ mary , “ the male cursed , almost rushed off his feet by a sudden gust of unrelenting wind that was taking absolutely no prisoners . trust striker to be out in the literal eye of the storm , ignoring any and all warnings for his wellbeing , putting the safety of livestock before .. well .. anything else , as usual . he didn’t expect any other idiot to be out in the throws of the freak weather , and yet eyes settled on the first figure he saw as hands struggled with the doors of the barn , attempting to shove their group of cows to safety . “ well , don’t jus’ stand there !! help me out . “ 

 link  doesn’t  actually  remember  how  he  ended  up  caught  in  the  middle  of  the  storm  and  so  fucking  far  away  from  his  home.  memory  was  hazy,  thoughts  blurred  as  the  alcohol  still  swirled  around  his  system—maybe  he’d  decided  to  take  the  scenic  view  way  back  to  the  trailer  park.  the  worst  day  for  his  drunken  self  to  do  that,  apparently.  the  voice  brings  him  back  to  the  reality  of  it  all,  squinted  eyes  in  the  male’s  direction  as  he  stumbles  his  way  towards  him.  “  fuck’s  goin’  on,  man?  ”  the  chaos  around  him  should  be  answer  enough  but  no  one  has  ever  called  lincoln  thomas  the  brightest  bulb  in  the  box.  his  back  slams  against  one  side  of  the  doors,  seeing  as  his  slim  arms  wouldn’t  be  of  much  help,  as  he  pushes  in  order  to  help  striker.  “  the  fuck  you  still  doin’  out  here?  it’s  insane.  ”

[heateron]

kurt cobain of nirvana, 1991.

[ghostofanidiot]

[weenkinks]

my body isn’t a temple, it’s a punk show bathroom