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follow bryce i have moved him yay swag
follow bryce i have moved him yay swag
follow bryce i have moved him yay swag
follow bryce i have moved him yay swag
littlexvoices:
[ bryce’s answer seems to satisfy him on some level, though his features remain hard — set in suspicion and uncertainty, as if he thinks the moment he looks away, he’s going to be a l o n e again. forever this time, perhaps. an eternity of solitude as penance for his crimes would be fitting, would it not? but then who is going to make them pay for their’s? his stomach roils at the thought, and he shifts slightly, knee digging in against bryce’s hip, and fingers twitching. he doesn’t like that. he doesn’t like that one bit. they can’t get away with what they’ve done — they have to suffer. ]
[ it’s silly of bryce to say that he doesn’t love him — silly of him to think it even more, and the notion casts a shadow over kaide’s face that hadn’t been there previously; a different sort of angle to off-set the light, his chin tilting so that he can mold their mouths together as one. do you wanna kiss me? the way his fingers tease around his soon-to-be-bruises answers that question as well as his lips do, moving in unison with bryce’s, and eventually getting it just right so that his teeth can dig harshly in against the other male’s bottom one. he bites down hard enough to taste his blood in his mouth; hard enough so that he anticipates the way he’ll cry out in pain like he so badly wants him to. he does it, and then he pulls back with a flash of red, his free hand once again tenderly brushing his hair from his forehead. he worships him. ]
”If I didn’t love you — “
[ the words are softly spoken as his hand moves down so that his fingertips can smear the blood against the corner of his mouth, and he leans in until his breath is coating bryce’s ear. ]
” — you’d be dead.”
[ he'd seemingly already began to regret the choice of words he chose to speak as kaide took action in response. it was true, though. he would never leave kaide -- he had nowhere to go, nobody to see and quite frankly kaide provided a source of company for his abandoned loneliness. but he couldn't exactly grasp as to why kaide would love him. a homeless crack whore prostitute. he was convinced he was a lost cause and utterly not able to be loved or to love period. he knew of choices kaide has made -- he knew, and anyone with some sort of logical common sense would have darted out the door after being told these things but, bryce stayed. he liked the idea of being able to break kaide all over again but in a good way. maybe he wants to bend him back into shape no matter how many bones he breaks, per say. his eyes squinted in slight pain as his knee dug into his delicate hip, moving to grip onto kaide's thighs for some sort of support or something. ]
[ for a second it was blissful silence -- a blissful sense of peace and quiet but of course it was soon interrupted as a pain -- eye opening, jaw clenching pain came into place. he jumped and squirmed, a wail of pain coming from his parted lips as blood came to the surface. the only edged on the urge to vomit more and more as seconds gone by. as he finally pulls away bryce's hand darts towards his lip, dabbing at the area which was now immensely wounded. how was he suddenly being tender now? doing the same action he did before -- he did love him, didn't he? some twisted uncharted love that scared bryce. he was scared. scared of what kaide might do or say. he was just scared. ]
[ you’d be dead. there was no way he could react to that. he simply froze. his fear soaked optics glancing down at the ground behind kaide's shoulder as his bone chilling whisper registered through his body. ]
"----- o-okay. Excuse me."
[ he pushed past the male and stumbled into his restroom, dropping to his knees as he gagged and violently vomited into the toilet. thank god it was only once, i don't think he could have taken throwing up twice. he might have stood strong but in reality he was just some small stupid kid. ]
littlexvoices:
[ the truth is, kaide’s mind doesn’t work in any sort of cohesive way; even if bryce tries to unravel it, he’s outmatched by leagues, dimensions, galaxies — he can’t, he can’t, he can’t. bryce can’t catch up, no matter how fast he runs, and he can’t fix it. and yet kaide leans into the barest brushes of their lips, his breath letting out in a mingling of heat, a mess of their consciousness. he doesn’t know what he wants anymore, doesn’t know how to get to it, or to reach something, anything, anything, anything that isn’t pain. ]
“Are you going to leave me, Bryce? Leave me here like everyone else?”
[ he still doesn’t get off of him; he doesn’t do anything that bryce orders him to, and the other boy should know that by now. plus he’s scared, and his lips are trailing against the corner of his mouth, like he just wants to taste him but he’s not sure if he should. his fingers press into the tenderness of his neck again, not a warning, but a reflex, and he feels himself tense in response to it, like he’s anticipating what’s to come — anticipating what he might do if he casts the die and the right numbers come up. two, four, six. two, four, six. which one, though? ]
”Are you going to tell everybody how badly I’ve treated you? How I looked at you like you’re nothing? Like you’re a rodent? That is the word you used, isn’t it? A rodent? Vermin. Scum. You won’t tell them how I loved you, though. You’d never do that. You can’t see it, after all. Not like I can.”
[ his tones rise and fall dangerously, like he isn’t sure what emotion he’s attempting to communicate. in the end, he seems to settle on none whatsoever, and that’s the scariest thing of all; it chills him deep into his bones and further still, and his back aches, side screaming with pain that seems distant — disconnected from him in a strange, strange way. he hates it when he gets like this, if he can even feel. hates it so much. ]
“I won’t stop you.”
[ his question left him stunned. he wasn't going to leave him. sure their were endless times where he just wanted to bury the hatchet and storm off -- because he knew he did messed up things sometimes and maybe in a messed up way he deserved some of the things kaide did to him or made him do. but he couldn't quite register and put together exactly why him out of all people on the planet deserved such cruelty. he knew kaide was broken -- he knew things deep within his skin and pores that he probably shouldn't have mentioned or even knew but he can't grasp the reasoning behind the matter of kaide taking it all out on him. his nose brushed the tip of kaide's as he head switched sides allowing their lips to still brush together without a care. trust me, he wanted to kiss him. ]
"Leave you? What is there to leave? What is this? There's no way out of anything anymore. I'm not going anywhere I have nowhere to go."
[ he should have known kaide wouldn't comply, but it was worth a shot. his body practically froze at the sudden feeling of his fingers pressing to his now tender and bruised neck again. fear was an extreme feeling he felt as of now but he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of calmness and a wave of ease soak his entire being. it was an extremely rare occurrence when it came to kaide because usually nothing but nerves and cold responses were laced between their strange and not so friendly friendship. maybe that was why he was afraid of this calmness to slip from his fingertips like sand on a beach. ]
"Loved me? Who the fuck treats someone they love the way you treat me, Kaide? Tell me because I'm drawing a fucking blank here. I know you're broken. You're so beyond the fucking point of mentally fucked up but what gives you the right to walk into my life and treat me like shit because of the messed up shit that happened to you? What did I ever do to you?"
[ their faces were so close but something about the way bryce spoke seemed so distant. they were so close been seemingly so fucking far away. he couldn't quite grasp what it was, exactly. maybe that was something he liked. the adventure. the mind blowing and chilling mystery behind every word that pushed past kaide's lips. even if it was drenched in utter most insanity he liked it. even the fights -- minus wanting the frighting to stop -- he liked it way more than he should have. he wished he loved him. ]
"I'm not doing that. Do you wanna kiss me?"
YOU AND KATIE MA KE ME SWOON REAL LIFE OTP
THANK YOU SO MUCH OMFG [WIGGLES]
hello my love i miss you so much but i guess you're tired and things and i hope you're sleeping well and dreaming of beautiful things i feel kinda sick right now and i really just wish you were here so i can hold you and you can hold me and we can kiss
i've thought of a bunch of movies we can watch together on my laptop considering i don't exactly own a lot of dvd's but there are a ton online and watching them on my laptop is a perfect excuse for us to squeeze together tightly and sit super close to each other so of course i chose that option
i hope you're okay i really really do and if you ever need anything i'm always here and if i'm asleep then wake my ass up because i'll come running i love you to death baby girl
not everything will be bad forever all of the pain you feel sometimes is temporary it sucks yeah but you have to remember that to find the good in things first you have to witness the bad
i feel really really sick and i'm shaking again so i might save drafts for tomorrow
littlexvoices:
[ and he’s calm. just like that — he’s calm. it’s always worse like this, as if he’s not here; gone somewhere else — somewhere far, far away in the depths of his mind. he’s aware of his fingers choking the sound from releasing between bryce’s barely parted lips, and he’s aware of his words resonating in his head, back and forth, back and forth, over and over and over again. he wants them to stop — all he wants is for them to stop. he’s not even angry anymore, just strangely detached, and wow, wow — his eyes. bryce’s fucking eyes are amazing. ]
”You’re beautiful.”
[ it’s cooed out borderline reverently, and his free hand moves to stroke the hair back from across the other male’s forehead, like he’s touching something extremely delicate; susceptible to shattering at the very barest of brushes. kaide’s had a bad, bad day — a bad fucking day, and he aches all over, but he’s also not here at all, so how can he feel if he isn’t here? all he wants is for bryce to love him. he just wants him to love him. please, please, please love him. love him. ]
”Bryce.”
[ he’s unaware that he whispers it out loud, quiet and hardly audible, love me, please love me, love me, but he does, and his fingers loosen slightly on his throat, though the pressure of his body doesn’t give in the least. there will be bruises — big, ugly bruises, and kaide will look at them and he won’t feel anything. that’s how it goes. that’s how it always goes. he’s. not. here. ]
[ what. what, what, what, what. he didn't even try to kept the sense of fearlessness display itself. he didn't even try to keep a strong persona oozing from his presence -- he was stunned and he kept it that way. a look of fear and confusion glimmered within his blue eyes as kaide's looks changed. he looked so calm -- how does that happen? a tear ran down bryce's cheek as the feeling of kaide's tender touch graced his heated and reddened skin suddenly. how wasn't he angry anymore? how does all of that just slip from someone's grasp without even a second thought? bryce has never been called beautiful. yeah, by the people he shamelessly fucked because well -- hello, he's a crack whore prostitute. but when kaide said it it sounded so different. so purely sincere and genuine it made him almost feel sick. ]
"------ w-what?"
[ the way he spoke made his insides melt and his body slouch slightly as his eyes traveled aimlessly across his face. trying to search for some kind of hidden meaning in all of this. he felt as though it was all fake. the compliment the gentle touches and cooing whispers. it had to be, right? nothing about the way he suddenly went about what he said was even remotely reasonable or logical. of course he wanted kaide. he lied awake dreaming of his full lips and his bright emerald hues and the way his lips move slowly as he talks -- even if it was him insulting bryce without a care. he thought about it. but he didn't love him. he truly didn't love him. ]
"Kaide..."
[ his neck was killing him but it suddenly became the last thing on his mind. he leaned in carelessly allowing their lips to barely touch but subtlety graze together in the slightest. his parted lips grazed side to side against kaide's, his eyes fluttering closed, not even realizing he was doing so. that was before he opened them, but never moved away from the male before him. ]
"I said get off."
he’s unaware that he whispers it out loud, quiet and hardly audible, love me, please love me, love me
”You’re beautiful.”
all he wants is for bryce to love him. he just wants him to love him. please, please, please love him. love him.
futilex:
He’s not really in the mood for anything. Other than getting piss drunk. Of course. Just the same as he does every time he feels like absolute shit. Honestly, there’s really just no reason as to why he feels the way he does. And, yeah, maybe he wasn’t paying attention when he bumped into the other. But he sure as hell wasn’t about to admit that.
"Watch where I’m going? Pretty sure you were the one who wasn’t fucking watching where you were going.”
He needs to work on his people skills. Anger issues too.
He didn't mean to start anything. His stupid sadness soaked his entire being and earned words of anger to fire past his slightly trembling lips. Here he goes. He took a step back and let out a sigh followed but a sly smirk.
"I like the way you handle things. Wanna get drunk and maybe make out or something? Your treat, I'm broke."
With that he patted the other male's chest and started walking towards the pub down the road. His manners are lacking greatly.
xdoofus:
Maddox walked past a boy who looked like he needed money, so of course he had randomly dropped the twenty dollar bill on the ground for the other to pick up, it was all he had in his wallet and that didn't bother him because he had plenty in his bank account. He turned around at the sound of a voice, letting himself look over the boy.
"I know -- keep it."
Keep it? Did this male just tell him to keep the money he dropped? Bryce's shaky fingers continued to hold out the bill to the other male. He couldn't take it. It was charity and he couldn't take it. There was nothing he hated more than feeling like he needed to beg for money and that people thought it was okay to just hand it out to him like it was candy or something.
"I --- I can't. Take it."
juli
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