ardently.

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[prston-blog]

im going to the cinema tonight to watch alice through the looking glass so if im not tired, i’ll try and get some replies done before bed, but if not, i will be doing replies tomorrow!

[daphnechen]

Music composition had quite literally kicked Daphne’s ass; waking up at six in the morning for it usually felt gratifying, and yet somehow this time around, it really hadn’t. The entire time, the only thing she’d been able to think about and motivate herself with was caffeine and how much better she’d feel once the effect of it kicked into her system. Walking into one of the small coffee shops which populated the area around Berklee, she inhaled the scent of freshly brewed coffee, and walked up to the counter. “Hi — uh, I’ll have an iced latte. With soy milk, please,” she asked, fumbling through the contents of her backpack to find her wallet.

A few minutes later, her drink was handed to her and she walked over to a nearby table, before taking her laptop out. Waiting for it to turn on, her eyes darted up for a second, and she looked around to check out who else was sitting around her. She looked back down for a split second, before looking up again, singling out a single individual. Just as she realised who the individual was, her stomach dropped and a stinging sense of guilt washed over her. The more she wanted to get up and walk over to him, the less her body seemed to respond. Thankfully, she was sitting right by the door, which meant that Preston had no choice but to walk past her, and as he did, their eyes met, and unconsciously, Daphne called out to him, regretting a second later, realising that she had no idea what to say.

[prston-blog]

            preston used to be so comfortable in her presence. he isn’t one to forget -- and so he remembered all the memories of him and his old friend vividly. he remembered ever detail despite how young he was; but those memories of him hiding under tables during boring events, and how the older children had to sneak them chocolates or any goods that were meant for adults and away from children of their age, only applied then; not when he grew and gradually realized how infected the world truly is. he wasn’t exactly young when those memories began to rot from poison. he wasn’t young when he realized how unhappy his older brother was. preston used to be so comfortable in her presence; he used to think she was able to be trusted, to confide in with their well built and strong relationship; but not anymore. not when she left him when he needed her most.

            she was a lot more older now. she looked more mature than he had last saw her and he knew it wasn’t just her features that changed. he wish he could forget. fuck, he really wish he could swallow up the pain she caused for breaking her loyalty and their friendship apart away but it was too much for him to forgive. he stopped his tracks as soon as he heard his name being called; his body froze for he didn’t know exactly what to expect. a rush of regret hit him in a split second, and he swore at himself mentally for even stopping, for even entertaining and acknowledging the girl. perhaps the old memories of them do matter. “daphne,” was all he said as he turned himself around. he wouldn’t show or admit it, but just looking at her, hurt.

[loganbransgrove-blog]

@prston

The bar scene wasn’t Logan’s favorite scene, but it wasn’t his least favorite scene either. Usually, he ran into people he knew. If he was lucky, they were people he liked. Even if that didn’t happen, though, he always held a steady conversation with whoever was bartending – and whoever happened to be listening nearby usually became his drinking buddy for the night. Three beers in and that’s exactly what was happening. Logan didn’t know Preston well, but at least he wasn’t a total prick. “What’s going on man, nothing new in your life?” He asked, referring to how uncharacteristically quiet he was being.

[prston-blog]

            as preston held the upper rim of his glass, he circulated it clockwise, watching the whiskey crash against the glass like waves, while the large ice caused a few clinks here and there. throughout his duration at the bar, his mind shifted from one topic onto another -- his topics focused on himself but varying from his family, his work, to his relationship with others. preston couldn’t explain it but there was a storm forming inside of him for the frustration he felt of not able to open up. he was never the type to talk anyway, let alone talk about himself and his goddamn issues -- who’d really be interested? his attention was however adverted the second he heard logan’s voice. he lifted his eyes off the glass and looked up, offering a very small smile and an inaudible chuckle. “just thinking,” he truthfully answered, his eyes back on his glass which tilted towards his palm. he's always thinking -- nothing new. “and you?” preston asked, taking a sip of his whiskey. “any updates from our last talk?”

[prston-blog]

me, rn @ logan and nicole's thread: 👀👀👀

[kpfun]

[daphnechen]

jesse: @prston leslie: @daphnechen

[prston-blog]

friends, yall are so cute i caNT STOP SCREAMINg. but listen its late and i know i haven’t been on today cause assignments, but i will be on tomorrow i promise. i’ve got memes and replies drafted so i’ll work through them tomorrow!! for now i'll be on mobile, lurking before i sleep. if anyone wants to plot or start a thread or anything, you can aim me (hobojournxlist) or just im me <3

[themallpisode]

[charlies-rowebots]

[prston-blog]

↳ INSTAGRAM: @prestonmyers uploaded a new photo

the real sleeping beauty @elidrinkslemonade.

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[prston-blog]

@daphnechen​

            preston lifted up his cup of warm black coffee; taking in a small sip fairly slowly as his eyes were still distracted by the poetic words printed on his chosen book of the day. it was his day off from the repair shop, and though he would usually be in his apartment developing pictures he had spent mornings taking in the park, it just felt right for him to camp in his favourite coffee shop just for one day. his eyes finally flickered up for a brief moment the second his lips left the rim of his cup, and to his surprise and horrid luck, he spotted an old friend he hasn’t spoken in years. he lowered his book, and placed a ripped piece of paper in between the pages before closing it before lifting his cup of coffee once again. this time around he finished it, not once caring if his day had just been ruined. it definitely wasn’t his coffee; he had always liked his coffee black, but the bitterness in his mouth made it hard for him to sit in a coffee shop an old friend of his had just stepped in.

            he cursed under his breath as he gathered his things. there was no way he’s staying here and having to deal with her nonsense -- even if it’s after all these years. once he had everything, he made his way out; his head lifting up to make contact with her, but soon broke it as he walked right past her.

[prston-blog]

okay........ i lied. i don’t think i will be able to come on tonight. I have been pushing my assignments back and i think it’s time i get some of it done. so i won’t be on tonight but if anyone needs me, hmu on aim (hobojournxlist). i’ll come back on to answer some messages on here later tho. ok byeeee.

[prston-blog]

I just woke up but I'll get to memes and replies when I'm back from brunch. And maybe send a few memes around. But if we haven't plotted yet and if anyone would like to, either like this or im me cause I'm plot hungry.

[lxckwolf-archive]

Masterlist of Memes

Symbols

☹ My muse is visiting your muse on their death bed

♫ A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffle

☻ A drabble of our muses on their wedding day

☺ my muse trying to piss yours off

ت our muses running into each other after not seeing each other for several years

ヅ for a situation that got both our muses arrested

シ my muse walks in on your naked

Ü your muse walks in on my muse naked

ϡ a goodbye letter from my muse to yours

♥ you muse suprises my muse with a kiss

۵ my muse kisses yours to shut them up

ღ a forehead kiss from my muse

웃 my muse torturing yours for information

유 my muse trying to seduce information from your muse

♈ a holiday drabble featuring our muses

♉ our muses are together when they get ambushed

≑ my muse wakes up in your muse’s body

?  my muse will ask your muse a question they always wanted to ask

+ my muse has died and your muse is included in their will

◈ my muse’s reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised 

♊ my muse will do something stupid to impress your muse

✃ your muse visiting mine in the psych ward

♋ my muse visiting yours in the psych ward

❅ my muse rescues yours

✪ my muse seeing the ghost of your muse

● my muse’s turn offs

○ my muse’s turn ons

△ our muse’s get in a playful wrestling match

⍢ my muse gives yours a hickey

✧ our muses having dinner together

☎ my muse drunk dials your muse

✈ our muses on a flight together

☼ my muse giving yours a massage

♡ my muse flirts with your mue

☣ your muse visiting my muse in prison

♌ your muse visiting mine in prison

X my muse doesn’t remember anything from the night before. They have blood on their hands, and your muse is beaten at their feet.

☁ our muses are trapped in a fire together

〰 our muses are at the beach together

❢ my muse has lost their memory, and at the sight of your muse starts to remember things

✑ my muses daily routine

❂ a new years eve memory from my muse

✬ our muses share a new years eve kiss

✆ your muses name, ringtone, and icon in the muse’s phone

◙ a christmas gift from my muse

♍ a sexual story from my muse

₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together

❊  a regret my muse has about your muse

♎ your muse tracing one of my muse’s scars

♏ my muse tracing a scar of your muse’s

♐ my muse hearing your muse scream

♑ our muses go out for coffee together

♒ my muse visit’s your muse’s grave

♓ my muse injures your muse

✄ your muse injures my muse

☩ a dream my muse has about your muse

☨ my muse searching for your muse

☦ my muse trying to cheer up your muse

✞ my muse taking care of a your muse while their sick

✛ my muse trying to calm your muse down

✜ my muse trying to get your muse to recover from amnesia

✝ a confession from my muse to yours

✙ our muses shopping together

✠ our muses watching the stars together

« a past memory with our muses

» a daydream my muse has about yours

✐ a mistletoe kiss

✎ our muses going to a costume ball together

✏ our muses are evil and out reaking havoc together

♔ a kiss on the cheek

♕ a kiss on the palms

♖ a kiss on the back of the hand

♗ a kiss on the nose

♘ a kiss on the eyelids

♙ a kiss on a bruise

Sentence Memes

“You belong to me”

“I found you”

“I’m in jail”

“You make me so hot”

“I have to leave”

“Please don’t leave”

“And what about our parents?”

“Who did this to you?”

“You shouldn’t have done that”

“What happened last night”

“We never tell anyone about this”

“So, you want to play games?”

“Does that require pants?”

“Lets just have a lazy day”

“Then go kill the bitch”

“I’m pregnant”

“You broke me”

“Don’t touch me”

“You can’t fix this”

“There’s nowhere we can hide”

“I’m not listening”

“Who do you think you are?”

“I don’t need you here.”

“Did I fall asleep?”

“A little evil goes a long, long way.”

“I will not die.”

“I don’t care.”

“I have no regrets.”

“I feel numb.”

“All monsters are human.”

“You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine.”

“You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine.“”

"How many time have I told you to be more careful?”

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”

“Are you crazy?”

"Do you trust me?”

“How did you escape?”

“Is that blood behind your ear?”

“Take. This. Off. ”

“What’s in it for me?”

“What’s in it for you?”

xtylerlockwood

[prston-blog]

ocean eyes ; nicole and preston.

@nclbrkss

            he nearly dropped his phone. god, preston nearly dropped his phone the second nicole brought up lunch; suggesting to meet. he probably should have asked first though, shouldn’t he? it should have been him to suggest lunch and to ask; not the other way around. questions and regrets started to stir inside the mind of the twenty-three year old, and though he tried to carry on in finishing his current car he’s fixing, his attention was brought and shifted back once he laid his eyes on a fucking wrench.

            preston spent minutes over thinking while he attempted to distract himself with work. he didn’t want to come across too forward, nor did he know exactly how to act without sounding too much, but if anything, he was looking forward to lunch. he would lift his head up, and have his eyes dart onto the clock hung on the wall to keep track; but as the hands ticked its way one second at the time, it seems all too slow for him. it wasn’t until when time got closer, he began to change his mind a little and wished for the hands to go slower, or tick itself backwards. he was back onto square one again; over thinking on things like topics he should bring up during their lunch – it ranging from fun facts to their favourite things (which happens to be his least favourite subject to talk about) or whether his rusty jeep would be up to her expectations.

            the boy took a few minutes to clean himself up; but as it was quite last minute, all preston could do was change his shirt and scrub his arms. oil stains however were to be seen on his jeans, and some left a few marks here and there on his face, but preston was in too much of a rush to take notice. eventually he stopped directly outside nicole’s workplace. he parked his car and sent her a quick text, his head lifted up waiting to see a beautiful girl walk right out.

[prston-blog]

grocery shopping ; grandpa zack and preston.

@zackfrey

            while his eyes scanned every level of his fridge’s shelves, and every corner of his soon-to-be emptied kitchen, preston made sure he added the things he needed to buy on the mental checklist he had made himself, the second zack texted him a trip to the grocery store was needed. although preston’s a well planned and an organized person (especially in his work), on some days -- most definitely when he’s busy with work and his upcoming projects, he would come across quite absentminded. if it wasn’t for zack’s reminder, or much rather favor, preston wouldn’t have realized how big of a mess his apartment has become. there were empty takeaway boxes laying around, half opened bags of chips -- as well as empty ones, and cardboard cups of coffee laying around from when he had ran back and forth from the coffee shop down the street to his apartment -- all because of his current project.

            the expired milk carton of one year got preston thanking zack mentally. he crinkled his nose as he tossed it into a bin bag, along with the rubbish which buried his kitchen counters and tables. at least it wasn’t as bad compared to back when he had lost his brother. the mess and damage he caused in his room and on himself at the time through his long period of grieving wouldn't be able to compare. this time it was different. it was more of him adverting his attention completely onto one project -- hence why he didn’t have much time or energy in cleaning up his apartment. definitely another thing to add onto his to-do list.

            preston knocked against the wooden door, and as he waited for a response from the other end, he played with his car keys; allowing the key chain to circle and swing around a finger.

[lunawyd-blog]

           you could always leave it to preston to work through any topic with logic and reasoning. he was imaginative, sure, but the two differed in that luna paid zero regards to the rules of reality. in that sense, they could’ve been seen as both good and bad for the other. while it did lead to silly, but long arguments such as the current situation, possessing opposite ways of thinking meant balancing one another out. still, luna rarely chose to listen. “i mean, yeah, heightened sense are great and all but nothing beats flying.” she shook her head, glancing up at the sky as she tried to imagine herself next to the clouds and the birds. “and flying is not mediocre. it’s like running away from your problems — which you and i both excel in — except a thousand times better because you’re really, truly free.” her voice began to sound distant and a smile graced her lips as the girl began to grow more and more in love with the ridiculous concept of being part fly. upon catching him grinning shamelessly at her, she shot the boy a glare. “your argument’s invalid. i’m already useless and fugly but at least when if i’m part fly, i get to have wings while being all those things !!” luna stuck out her tongue at him with pride in spite of the fact that her point was really just degrading towards herself more than anyone else. “oh, yeah ? like what ?? wait, no, let me guess — drinking ten milkshakes in a row without throwing up.”

[prston-blog]

            if it wasn’t for luna’s reasons, preston may have continued on with how expected and standard flying is as a superpower. his eyes were on her for most parts, but the second she mentioned running and how great he was at it alongside with her, his contact broke and his gaze adverted elsewhere. his grin was no longer present but in exchange, or rather – as a hint that he finally understood where she was coming from, he offered her a small comforting smile. the trouble with preston sometimes was his incapability of drawing a line between logic and emotion. his mind ruled his heart majority of the time; he would think before he act, he would estimate before he leap, and there was no one else to blame but his father. he nodded in a sense of agreement as he rolled his lips in. “i suppose flying sounds twice as good now,” he chuckled in attempt to lift the mood back up.  just the thought of flying without chains locked around his ankles and a heavy weight to pull him down carried some burden off his shoulders; but this isn’t some dream and it definitely isn’t practical.

            preston gave out a soft scoff, shaking his head as he watched the girl stuck out her tongue. if this was some cartoon, he wouldn’t hesitate one bit in taking hold of it just for the fun of it. “that’s what i call talent, munchkin,” he joked. “there’s a difference between being gifted and talented. talents’ line dancing to cake by the ocean, while being gifted means…” he paused, debating quite briefly on his desired power. “the ability to read minds, and to control them – like professor charles xavier, although his powers are extended and more than just telepathy.”

[gcllowcys]

“Yes, third.” Nicole should’ve learn the first time around that his threats of firing her if she didn’t go and bail him out were empty, but she had a conscious. Leaving her old and frail boss in a city jail full of men who weren’t old and frail wouldn’t let her sleep at night, so she trudged her way to the bail bondsman (the two are on a first-name basis now), mentally complain all the way to the jail, bail him out, then drive him home in silence. It was such a hassle, but it was her nature to help. “His wife said the next time he landed himself in jail, she wouldn’t bail him out and she wasn’t kidding.” The girl simply shrugged, giving a small smile to the nosy boy. “He can’t hold his liquor.”

[prston-blog]

            her answers came with a whole new list of questions -- though it wasn’t anything new with preston; he held a curious mind which had left him in situations where his intent was often misunderstood. it costed him numerous of detentions back in high school -- while he was looking for answers, teachers took it as him challenging them. on the other hand, preston was too one who don’t bother much about anyone else’s business -- but this isn’t just anyone now, is it? “maybe you should learn from his wife.” the suggestion left his lips very indifferently. maybe it’s just him, but he found it improper to ask employees to bail their employer out of jail.

[eliswoods-blog]

“ like teenage mutant turtles? “ eli raised an eyebrow. he could picture it now–preston wearing a dumb orange cloth around his eyes and and strapping a turtle shell across his back. he didn’t know their names, no, that was too much work. but eli knew that he’d be the red one, fuck you. the red one of anything was always the best. power rangers, sour patch kids–you name it. “ i mean, i don’t know much about them–but i know we’d have a shit ton of pizza, and that’s alright by me any day of the week. “ he shrugged, hoping that he looked somewhat the shrug emoticon (but knowing that really, he just looked like a three year old in a twenty year old’s body. lame). “ yeah, you think? i think i happen to have very attractive two front teeth too. but lemme tell you, my eyebrows are a good asset too. “ eli wiggled them at the other boy, breaking out into a laugh. “ c’mon, they’re irresistable. you know it…. hey. ouch, you’re hurting my heart. i’d be a great glass container mate. we could hook up the electricity to my wheel, and then i’d be productive while trying to work off all my energy. “ 

[prston-blog]

            "yeah, sure, why not?” preston responded with a growing grin, the mention of teenage mutant ninja turtles causing certain flashbacks back to when he was just a little boy, all up until his last memory of them; placing the action figures his father had bought for him (among his other collections) in his humble apartment. they were a gift, which once brought happiness, but now all it does now is held that happiness along with his father’s relationship captive as memories. the boy chuckle as eli rambled on; his thoughts now adverted from mutants in general to four ninja turtles. “it’s teenage mutant ninja turtles, by the way,” preston laughed, the bad habit of correcting others arising despite how distracted and quickly he was at drowning from memories. “and you’re definitely, no questions asked, michelangelo.” the resemblance was obvious; just as it was with him and leonardo, and his brother with donatello -- god his brother was the smartest guy preston ever knew.

            "and what if they disappear one night?” preston asked, raising his own brows as he questioned the boy in a challenging but yet playful tone. “i’ll agree, you’re quite adorable with those two front teeth of yours -- you’d make a perfect pet hamster, but what if your eyebrows, which you self-proclaim to be your best asset, disappears one night?” a comfortable and sly smirk grew on preston’s face and it wasn’t too hard to figure out the scheme he has planned in his head -- not that he would attempt, but it’d be there if a joke or prank was needed to be in play. “of course, it’s just a question,” he added, relaxing his features as he sat back into his chair. “yeah? a great glass container mate? tell that to your roommate, buddy.”