- ̗̀ it ain't my fault ̖́ -

somewhere along the way we all go a bit m a d. so burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it’s the chaos which helps us find where we belong.

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there was no denying his lack of culinary skills, in fact, he’s lucky if he can cook pizza without nearly setting the place on fire. though for some reason the brunette found himself in the cafeteria with jules, raiding the fridge for ingredients to make french food. “are french fries french?” he asked, holding a bag of frozen, peeled potatoes. “i can make those, i usually bake them but they’ve got a deep fryer here.” he tossed the bag on the counter, continuing to rummage for hidden gems. “what about pizza? they eat pizza in france, right?” he teased, aware of it’s roots though wishing to see the response of the other. // @1jules

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elliotcameron:

{ day one: 9:45 pm feat. @ofrobbies​ }

        he figures he shouldn’t spend his entire night following indigo and jagger around like a lost puppy, so he breaks away for a bit, finding himself lurking around the back of the gym, hands stuffed deep into his pockets as he leans against the wall, people watching the residents of the town he now called home. his eyes fall on robbie, standing alone a few feet away, sneaking sips out of a flask and glancing around the room to make sure he hadn’t been caught. elliot smirks, deciding to step a little bit out of his shell and approach the boy he did not know very well. “hey,” he says quietly, standing beside him and reaching into his jacket pocket. “what are you drinking? i’ve got crown royal in mine.” he says, quickly showing the flask in his pocket.

although robbie loves a party, his introverted nature would only allow him so much canoodling before needing to retreat. his back rested against the wall, a grin teasing the corners of his lips as the other approached him, flashing his flask for the male to see. robbie chuckled, pulling his flask from his pocket as he brought the small container to his lips once again. “tennessee whiskey, aka some good ol’ jack.” he mused, capping the flask and putting it back in the inner pocket of his jacket. “you can never go wrong with whiskey.” even if it was the cheap stuff he’d bought because he was running short on funds this month. “what about you? what’s your poison?”

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marleyhq:

the lights had gone out and to say marley was spooked was an understatement. storms were never her strong suit. many of her friends enjoyed the rain, telling the brunette about the calming effects the sound of it all had on them. for marley, storms meant chaos. they meant loud crashes of thunder, dark hallways, and small feet padding against the hardwood floors of their apartment as she’d sprint towards her fathers room. there was nothing calm about the rumbling of walls to marley. wandering around the high school, she can’t help but feel nostalgia in the pit of her stomach. there were so many amazing memories shared here. from being inseparable with zander, ruling the halls with indigo, and keeping her friend group from killing one another, it all came flowing back as she wanders the halls. she was looking for someone in particular, though she wasn’t surprised to find robbie lingering elsewhere while everyone lost their minds in the gymnasium. “just the man i was looking for.” the brunette is offering a sweet smile as she stops in her tracks, head cocking to one side. / @ofrobbies

high school hadn’t been robbie’s fondest time, deemed the class clown at best. he wandered aimlessly down the empty halls, reminiscing on the times he’d done the same while classes were still in session. the glory days perhaps, or perhaps just another chapter in the fucked up novel he could never write on his life. he’d always felt misunderstood, mostly by himself. he was rounding the staircase, the same one he’d spent countless days getting high beneath, when he stumbled upon a familiar face. “you found me.” he chuckled, extending his arms as if in surrender. he’d always had a soft spot for the female, an unexplained desire to keep her safe and out of harm’s way. he’d recalled countless talks in high school, blowing off steam about the chaos surrounding them in the moment. “what’s up shortstack?” he teased, oddly at ease despite the storm brewing outside. he was in his element, chaos, though truthfully already stoned out his mind as bloodshot eyes glanced over at the other.

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the small glass pipe rest delicately in his hand, experienced fingers packing the bowl as he glanced up towards the other. “it’s weird, you know, being back here.” he chuckled, pressing down on the contents. “i used to skip class to get high here all the time, i remember one time a teacher walked in on me and said fuck it and joined me. i never told anyone but holden about that,” he mused, bringing the pipe to his lips as he ignited the flame. he allowed the smoke to build up for a moment, inhaling it before shortly exhaling a cloud of smoke. “it’s been two hours since i last did that.” he laughed, extending the small ceramic piece in the direction of the other. // @brielleclaure

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it’s strange, the liberating feeling that seemingly emerged with the lack of power. they were working on getting the generator up, though in the meantime robbie finds himself wandering the familiar halls with his hands tucked in his pockets. he once dreaded this place, found every excuse to bust out of a classroom. he wanders in the direction of the office, a place he’d spent many days. he chuckles at the memory of him filing papers, working among the staff to gain access to the computer system. he’d later use said access to alter his grades, the beginning of the end of his high school career. he glances up from the tile floor as he notices another wandering the halls. he greets them with a grin, bowing his head to grace the other. “hey man,” his voice is light, evident he’s already slightly stoned. “crazy being back here. i never thought i’d walk these halls again, in fact i used to go out of my way to avoid them.” // @isaacrodrigves 

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the lights had been out for what felt like a century, he’s dramatic  — it’s only been an hour  — though the male finds himself emerging from the locker room in a panic. he heard a noise, the sound of rattling from across the way. he’s uncertain as to what it is, though he’s believed to been alone in the room. he makes his way through the crowd, eyes scanning for anyone with potential answers. his cheeks are flushed, as if he just saw a ghost  — or rather heard one. he notices a familiar face across the room, a deemed expert of the paranormal. his pace is steady, feet shuffling against the laminate floor. “hey,” he announces his presence, a formal greeting seeing as they’d hardly interacted. “so like, this may sound strange, but.” his hands are sinking deeper into his pockets, nerves at pique as he’s afraid of sounding crazy, having mixed up the female with another. the possibilities of how this could go wrong scatter his brain as he scours for the words to finish a simple sentence. “you’re the girl that plays with.” his tongue fumbles again, seeking an accurate term without possibly offending her. “paranormal? stuff, right?” the uncertainty in his voice is evident, as if asking a teacher for an extension on a bombed exam than a girl about her interests. // @oftasias

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vclenciia:

officialcia: fuck you, robert murphy

pray4robbie: you kind of already did

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vclenciia:

officialcia: i can’t believe i lowered my standards for you

pray4robbie: did you really though?

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vclenciia:

officialcia: i can’t believe you called me alex in bed

officialcia: then asked me to fidget spin on your dicc // @ofrobbies

pray4robbie: what i say when i’m high doesn’t count

pray4robbie: except that fidget spinner line, that was good

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carolineelenor:

sweetcaroline: How high are you 1 -10?

sweetcaroline: want me to bring pizza?

pray4robbie: solid 7.9

pray4robbie: damn bih, i didn’t even think about pizza

pray4robbie: this dab for you, my rl hero

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amthvsts:

PIPSQUEAK: all i have to say is that the freezing weather’s never stopped elsa from coming to sing her song in my snow blizzard PIPSQUEAK: and yet you’re still stuck here with an uneaten limp half-noodle and no indication that any chopsticks or forks are planning on picking it up anytime soon

PRAY4ROBBIE: i truly do the most to fuck the least.  PRAY4ROBBIE: i’m convinced elsa was singing let me go but disney misconstrued it for let it go 

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pray4robbie: quick poll pray4robbie: ramen or a chicken and bacon salad? // @carolineelenor

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amthvsts:

PIPSQUEAK: lmao i never actually thot u lost it to a person …. whomst would want to touch your limp half-noodle PIPSQUEAK: no leprechaun’s planning on touching your pot of fake plastic gold with a hundred foot pole robert …. face the fax

PRAY4ROBBIE: damn you’re right, you got me. my limp half-noodle has gone unslurped n it’s sitting at the bottom of the bowl PRAY4ROBBIE: but i guess you’d understand, considering any one that goes in ur ice cave gets instant frostbite and loses a limb.

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↳  INSTAGRAM: @WHOSROBBIE UPLOADED A NEW PHOTO

since we all seem to be posting pictures with those we love. let me hop on the bandwagon please know my motto in life is i never wanna look back and say “i wish i ate that.”

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