boys don't cry

Motherless child, follow my voice And I shall ( give ) thee great c a u s e to rejoice Motherless child, be of good cheer My arm is reached out, I am ( here ) I'll crush every doubt and every fear Clothesline the shame and you will answer to the name

[mrleodavis]

ofrisks:

naomi had always had this unconscious habit of zoning out while she listened to music, her brain focusing her thoughts on building a choreographed routine in her head instead of practically anything else. this time wasn’t any different, the girl had been on her way back from teaching a class music blaring through her headphones as she subtly swayed every now and again on her walk home. naomi was pretty aware of how bizarre she probably looked, seeing as she was still in her workout clothes and socks ( yes, just socks her sneakers had an unfortunate accident and there was no way she was walking the streets in her ballet flats ) but it didn’t really bother her that much. it wasn’t until her daze caused her to accidentally collide into someone did she snap back into reality “ i am so sorry, oh my gosh.” she spoke probably a little louder than needed since music was still being blasted into her ears. the girl reached down to pick up the dance bag that had been knocked off her shoulder due to the incident and took out her headphones “ sorry that was definitely my fault wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention.” her tone apologetic and at a normal volume this time as her eyes raised to meet the victim of her clumsiness “ are you alright ? no potential bruises or anything to be found, right? because if there is i’ll definitely make it up to you i swear.” 

leo was calmly walking down the street admiring everything. he was always thinking about how lucky he was to be alive and how much fun and beautiful the world was when, suddenly, there was someone knocking him down. “woah!” he let out as he used his hands to stop himself from falling face first. he then looked up to see who had been responsible for it only to find a beautiful and worried girl looking at him. “it’s okay!” he chuckled, thinking about how funny it must’ve looked and got up as he rubbed his hands together to get the dust of the pavement off of his hands. “yeah, i’m fine, don’t sweat on it-” he started out until something caught his attention, “wait– how would you make it up to me if i weren’t? just to know if i ‘am’ or ‘not’ okay.” he teased.

[mrleodavis]

irnebkr:

SHE COULD JUST   feel the other’s gaze fall upon her. was it judgment? the want to join in? irene balanced the cigarette between two fingers, taking a good drag from it. “what?” she asked the other, exhaling. nicotine was addicting & there were many times where she tried to reject it. never was she successful and wearing the patch wasn’t the same as bringing a small, cylinder of poison to your lips. there was something else addicting about the cigarette. irene couldn’t quite pinpoint it. regardless, she rose her brows. “either you want one or you’re judging. just say it & leave me alone. i’ve got a case to think about.”

“hey, relax, babe. i’m just admiring your beauty, s’all.” he shrugged with a small smirk. “was kinda deciding if i should ask for your name or not, i don’t see girls as pretty as you very often.” he explained as he moved closer to her. “and no thanks, i have my vape.” he said as he took out his device to keep her company as she smoked. “why do you think people are judging you? do you judge yourself for it?”

[mrleodavis]

ofchrysalisms:

          when the other is speaking up about his intelligence, seven can’t help but to laugh. “— you can take a joke! perfect for this kind of night, then.”, he mused. his tongue swiped across his lips; far too chapped for the summer; as he listened to the other speak. when the other is making a joke, seven is far too lame and found it far too hilarious; laughing quite openly. “twenty-two! not quite a psychic, are ya’?”, he teased. “and your name, stranger i gave a blunt to?”, he drawled as his eyes remained on the other for the time being.

“take a joke? please, i can make them, take them, throw them, dance with them, tie them up on a bed and make sweet love to them. jokes are great.” he nodded matter-of-factly. it was always nice to be around someone who laughed at his silly jokes. especially someone who could be read as male considering he didn’t have many guy friends. “no, not a real one at least but i do have a couple of magic tricks up my sleeve.” he crossed his arms with a smirk as he could feel his gaze become hazier. “my name would be leo. leo davis. as in greg davis international model? he’s my brother.” he introduced himself with his usual phrase and gave the blunt back to him. “so is seven like...code for something? are those the minutes you can last in bed?”

[mrleodavis]

ofchrysalisms:

          when the other is reaching toward seven, he’s making easy effort to reach out the blunt to meet him halfway. once he spoke, seven truly couldn’t stop himself from chuckling. “no? i wouldn’t say that yet! it’s not past two! past two is when the drunk ladies are all over looking for a ride home.”, he teased before laughing. “sex through the brain is a glorious way to live. i’m like that pretty much all the time.”, he mused. “i’m seven, by the way.”

leo took the blunt between his fingers and gave it a few hits at a time, trying to look like a pro. which really just resulting in him crossing his arms to look natural and failing to cough out discretely. he decided not to comment on it. “that is...” he stopped for a few seconds to process it, “that is oddly insightful. didn’t know i was speaking to a fellow genius.” he said with a chuckle. “but it’s always a pleasure to meet someone as smart as yourself, might actually keep you around.”

“seven? hope this doesn’t sound offensive but you look at least twenty one.”

[mrleodavis]

allieverknew:

“now that’s the spirit worth a drawing!” BLUE EYES BEAM when his spontaneous narcissism is countered with something similar; a willingness, maybe. no  —  definitely. he makes sure to capture strands of hair astray, an unruly order that could only belong to someone who was the product of a particularly abnormal night before. “ — what? no, jesus, no,” he chuckled, half amused and half confused. he decides to move swiftly along in slight bias of his own curiosity,“so..” he starts, eyes still opening and closing his book, scanning his sketch for mistakes, then his eyes flicker up to them again, “where the hell are your pants?” 

“a spirit worth a drawing...” he repeated slowly with a smile hoping the other could see the irony in it, “sounds like a good title for an album.” he suggested. “which i’m guessing you do since you have the whole artsy pantsy look going on there.” he explained as he signaled vaguely to the other’s body. “i’m actually not sure..” he furrowed his brows and scratched the back of his head, “i just had someone call my jizz my ‘remains’ so i just figured it was some sort of slang in this town. i’m new. and i’m leo.” he said with a grin as he reached up to offer his hand for him to shake, “leo davis. davis as in greg davis international model? he’s my brother.” 

[mrleodavis]

ofchrysalisms:

( location : greystone park ) — seven’s fingers brushed over the seal of the blunt that was impeccably rolled between his fingers. it was dark, and that was the only reason he was ballsy enough to have something out in public so openly. he thought he was alone as he was sitting on the ground, leaning back against the tree; completely alone is his own solidarity. however, he soon heard twigs snapping beneath shoes which caused his eyes to flicker over to see the culprit. “you want some?”, yeah because that’s a logical hello, seven.

leo was walking through the park after having been stood up. his gaze was a little too low for his usual happy mannerisms but it suddenly changed once he smelled a familiar stinky scent. he looked around to see where it was coming from then smirked at the person who was sitting next to a tree as in ‘nice, i approve’. the stranger must’ve gotten the vibe from him since he offered him a smoke so he walked closer to him, offering his fingers so he could put the plunt between them. “yeah. couldn’t have sex through my dick tonight, might as well have sex through my brain.”

[mrleodavis]

allieverknew:

HANDS WAVE a little vaguely, in a weird attempt to STOP them in what they were doing, “hold that! i mean  — like, pause right there for a sec, could you?” FREDDY has turned out to be the worst artist cliche currently on the face of the planet. like, take every liberal arts student and put them in the crowd of a bon iver concert  — it still wouldn’t measure up to the amount of pretentiousness present in the way he pulls out his, yes, on-hand pad and pencil for this MUST-SKETCH moment he happened to stumble across, in his life of fortunate and not so fortunate events. 

he doodles vaguely, brave yet light lines with strokes of his pencil, flicks of his wrist. and he’s turning the black sketchbook according to the needed angle until he’s got a rough sketch of his opposite’s position, enough for him to remember and work on at a later date, “aaaand… okay! cool. sorry ‘bout that,” the sketchbook closes with a small THUD, and he looks up then, offers them a tight smile. “thanks and sorry, inspiration is pretty much as guaranteed as the orange cat that shows up at my door every couple of weeks for my leftovers. gotta seize the moment!”

leo was walking down the street in his boxers, body covered in henna ink with symbols around his nipples and down his abs. his hair was a mess and he could barely see with his hangover making his eyes a little blurry. he hoped nobody would be out at that particular time and if they did, wouldn’t be able to recognize him through the giant sunglasses that covered half of his face. he cursed at himself when he heard a voice talking to him to which he just squinted his eyes a little to help his ears analyze what the other was trying to say. “oh, yeah. sure, man.” he nodded, a slight movement which was currently painful. “i was hoping nobody would see me but you know what? i bet this will make a fine piece of art.” he smirked as he held his pose.

when the other was finished, he rubbed his eyes as he tried to make sense of what the other was saying once more. “sorry is that an euphemism for getting redhead pussy? i’m a little hungover and i’m sure i killed my last remaining neuron last night.”

[mrleodavis]

hiii i’m PATTY, your fav enfp aquarius and get ready for the mess that is LEO

leo, is of course, a leo :-)

and esfj

he’s your typical spoiled fuckboy, his brother is a model so he has tons of money and cool house parties

kinda like barney stinson but younger ??

and he’s always always trying to flirt and get laid ‘til a point where it gets annoying i’m sorry in advance

has never been in a romantic relationship (he can’t stand them)

but he’s also weirdly zen and lives a philosophy of always being in the middle ground (hence why he doesn’t use words like “love” or “hate” and is really hard to offend or piss off)

tends to have more girl friends than guy friends because they all hate him 

talents include yoga and smelling strip clubs from a mile away

he’s a special boy who needs constant attention and has the weirdest sex stories

he also lowkey used to be a huge nerd when he was younger but you’ll never catch him talking about that, he’d rather play dumb than people knowing of that embarrassment

[astaff14]

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