day one of trying not to cry about those old men

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day one of trying not to cry about those old men
hacktober day 13 - full moon
not all of this is quite canon, but it’s my take on the werewolf curse
dylan pov | 458 words
Today is the single day in a month Dylan dreads the most: the full moon. Sometimes he wonders if this is how girls feel about their periods. It’s not entirely dissimilar, he thinks, from what he’s heard. To always know it’s looming, the aches and pains, the betrayal of your own body.
hacktober day 6 - after hours
yes it’s three days late. my bad.
emma/jacob | nsfw | 578 words
It’s 1 am on a Tuesday night. The kids are all sleeping soundly and Emma managed to get in an hour’s nap. Waking up is dreadful, but it’ll be worth it. Really, it’s a small price to pay. This is what they have to do, working at a summer camp and all. This is what works for them.
shut the FUCK UP about dark academia and classics recommendations. i wanna see in depth analyses and the various texting styles of the greek class
mag 183, the magnus archives // red white and royal blue, casey mcquiston
Red, White, and Royal Blue Playlist
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red white and royal blue, casey mcquiston // get out (2017), dir. jordan peele
WHO wants to join a red white and royal blue roleplay group on twitter
anyone wanna join a red white and royal blue twitter roleplay group????
still need a pez and a bea for the super six and everyone else beyond that also 👁👁
the great gatsby, f. scott fitzgerald // evelyn, kim tillman & silent films
anyone wanna join a red white and royal blue twitter roleplay group????
today, on tmobalwwadm progress:
have reached 4k
am starting chapter three
am on page ten
red white and royal blue, casey mcquiston // my heart goes bum bum bum, flatsound
red white and royal blue, casey mcquiston // spring awakening, duncan sheik and steven sater
favorite quotes from red, white, and royal blue
Page 13: “‘I think [a viscount] is when a vampire creates an army of crazed sex waifs and starts his own ruling body.’”
Page 13: “‘Oh, please, I beg you, take me—take me to lunch to discuss fabric samples, you beast!’”
Page 41: “‘I didn’t know you wore glasses,’ he says finally.”
Page 51: “He can almost hear Henry roll his eyes, and he’s thankful for it, the familiar comfort of antagonism.”
Page 74: “‘tell shaan i say hi and i miss that sweet sweet ass xoxoxo’”
Page 77: “‘Yes, famously the most sinister of all animal sounds, the gobble.’”
Page 101: “‘Here,’ Alex says, moving his own hips, ‘watch me.’ With a grave gulp of champagne, Henry says, ‘I am.’”
Page 105: “Alex considers his face in profile, blinking through the booze, following the smooth line of his nose and the gentle dip at the center of his lower lip, each touched by moonlight.”
Page 106: “Maybe he can absorb some of the ‘much’ from the place where their shoulders are pressed together.”
Page 116: “So it goes, and Henry is there, in his head and his lecture notes and his cubicle, every single stupid day, no matter how many shots of espresso he puts in his coffee.”
Page 145: “Henry looks back at him, his mouth open and incredulous, and he throws his head back and laughs, and it’s only him, the nerdy, neurotic, sweet, insomniac rich guy who constantly sends Alex photos of his dog, and something slots into place.”
Page 149: “He whips a thick leather strap off a hook on the wall, and Alex almost blacks out.”
Page 152: “‘Alex, First Son of Off-Brand England…’”
Page 173: “This is why people from Texas hate Washington elites. Ruining the goddamn dairy industry.”
Page 193: “...There’s not a single person in the bar in their seat, not when a Prince of England is knee-sliding across the stage, playing passionate and somewhat erotic air guitar.”
Page 194: “‘Bisexuality is truly a rich and complex tapestry.’”
Page 203: “‘If only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when American boys with chin dimples are mean to him.’”
Page 220: “Henry lets Alex take him apart with painstaking patience and precision, moans the name of God so many times that the room feels consecrated.”
Page 241: “‘Alex, First Son of Masturbatory Historical Readings: The phrase ‘see attached bibliography’ is the single sexiest thing you have ever written to me.’”
Page 255: “‘That kind of love is rare, even if it was a complete disaster.’”
Page 257: “...and the breeze keeps moving to meet the highest branches of the trees, and the water keeps rising to meet the bulkheads, and Henry leans down to meet Alex’s mouth, and Alex is. Well, Alex is so in love he could die.”
Page 257: “He could go outside and dig his fingers into the springy ground and understand anything about himself.”
Page 261: “He wants to match the new freckles across Henry’s nose to the stars above them and make him name the constellations.”
Page 271: “‘I fucking love you, okay?’ Alex half yells, finally, irreversibly.”
Page 280: “...and he reaches out to touch his face and looks at his fingers and thinks about holding the Bible at his mother’s inauguration with the same hand.”
Page 290: “He wonders what Santa Chiara would think of them, a lost David and Jonathan, turning slowly on the spot.”
Page 298: “‘Here lies Prince Henry of Wales. He died as he lived: avoiding plans and sucking cock.’”
Page 302: “‘You love so much bigger than yourself, bigger than everything.’”
Page 344: “‘I love him on purpose.’”
Page 385: “It’s like everything he’s ever loved about Henry in a moment, in a laugh, in the way he shivers, in the confident roll of his spine, in happy, unfettered sex in the well-furnished eye of a storm.”
yes i did restart tmobalwwadm but this time i’m really just goin for it