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@reluctantseer
@liabilitytm
Lewis: I’m proud to identify as a moronsexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Camden once asked me what the Spanish word for tortilla was and now I dream of kissing him under the moonlight. Camden: What kind of animal is the Pink Panther? Lewis, taking off his clothes: Cam, you're so bloody stupid
@liabilitytm just sitting here thinkin but how fucked up is it that cam died and had a funeral, and not one person mentioned it to lewis even tho they were roommates and best friend's and kinda obviously in love with each other
❝ i don’t wanna be alone. ❞ @ cam!
@reluctantseer.
“you’re not.” and those words are all you feel the need to say. no matter how rough things get, no matter what comes between you, you’ll never leave him. lewis has been with you your entire life, has been with you through things you never thought you’d experience. you literally died, and once he got over the fact that you hadn’t immediately told him (you tried to explain that you were dead, but it turned out that the big dream you had when you died wasn’t actually a dream and was in fact your ghost hanging out with lou. something still never really talked about), he took you in with open arms. the two of you could face anything, you’d always end up on top. “i’m here. i’ll always be here.” literally always. you’re not gonna die of old age. you’ll sit there looking twenty-two when he’s so old that he doesn’t look like him anymore. you’ll always be there, even after he’s gone. it’s something you think about every day, and you’re sure he thinks about it all the time too. but right now that doesn’t matter. right now you have your own eternity sitting in each other’s arms.
You ever just... yell about #lewis x camden.??
every damn day!!!! @liabilitytm
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ft. @stillyouth / @reluctantseer / @lapislost.
angus.
the door opening makes you flinch slightly, not that anyone’s really around to see it. the man who now stands confused in the doorway isn’t someone you’ve met, but from the pictures and description you’ve heard it must be lewis. you’re sat on his couch, with a goose, in the early hours of the morning. he’s clearly still half asleep, clearly very confused. “you’re lewis, then?” phrased as a question even when you know the answer, attention turned back to the goose, a quiet “i know” spoken as you gently pat it’s head. “cam went to sleep, ‘cause… you know.” a gesture to the open curtains, sunlight pouring through. you don’t know about the vampire thing, just assume he usually works nights. “i’m goose.” a pause, you look to the goose. “i know.” spoken quietly. “you’re also goose.”
“right, well, that just answers every question i could possibly have, doesn’t it?” lewis sighs, words rhetorical as his eyes slowly adjust to the light. he blinks a few times, examining the scene in his living room; a boy he’s never met, who knows camden, and a goose. a goose. “interesting choice for a pet, that. you ever consider.... i don’t know. a cat, maybe? or a simple dog. something, you know, normal.”
eventually i’ll make a post about lou’s family because i adore them all but it’s so much work so not anytime soon but EVENTUALLY i will
w/ a monotone voice “wow that is so wild”
❝ I love you, will you marry me? ❞ lewis @ cam :)
「 meme | @reluctantseer 」
ITS AN AVERAGE DAY, at least as far as you’re aware. or more, it’s an average night. the sun has long set and the two of you are strolling the streets, not a care in the world, like everything’s normal. like you’re normal. the two of you know better, steer clear of churches and keep away from any place that has any chance of garlic. you don’t dare risk ruining this.
YOUR NIGHT HAD STARTED IN THE CEMETERY, your old grave now hidden amongst overgrown grass, surrounded by bodies that would never get the chance to see life once more. it had been something about closure, your big plan to leave the trauma behind. but that isn’t how trauma works, and it certainly isn’t so simple for you to rid yourself of pain. lou had put down flowers, pink carnations to represent remembrance and white carnations for pure love and innocence. perhaps less meaningful considering he’d bought them from your store earlier, but that’s just how things are. funny that at the time you hadn’t noticed him grab some red roses.
THE NIGHT IS COLD, but every second you spend together is full of warmth. love strong enough to brace the harshest weather, love strong enough to conquer death. you still remember it all, climbing out of that grave and wanting nothing but him. there was chaos when you found him, his disbelief at both your death and your life, but once he’d reluctantly made sense of it all things had so easily become more real. feelings once hidden were openly shared, contact once avoided now sought after. the two of you had always been an unstoppable force, but after you died your relationship only grew stronger.
YOU CANT PRETEND IT WAS ALL SMOOTH SAILING, there were countless stupid fights and long forgotten insults yelled in fear. those nights where you’d sit alone in your room, desperate to speak but knowing that he didn’t think the same, knowing that he was asleep without care. countless days where you’d hide in a room as dark as your mind while he was forced to deal with his demons in the sunlight. apologies rarely came in lengthy explanations, simply nights spent together in a bed with whispers about being together forever, about never being alone. you always believed it, and yet you never expected a real commitment.
YOU’RE AT THE PARK WHEN HE GETS ON ONE KNEE, the school where you’d met being the touching backdrop to the moment. somehow the place feels eerie now, far smaller than you’d ever believed yet somehow a giant pit of mysterious darkness. along the fence fairy lights twinkle like stars and the wind blows just enough for his hair to sweep the way you like it. roses from your store stare you in the face, an eyebrow raised as you resist the urge to tell him he stole those. it isn’t until he’s really down on one knee, really pulling the ring out, that the situation set in.
BUT OF COURSE THAT WAS WHAT WAS HAPPENING, the two of you had taken a stroll down memory lane in a way you never do. from your death to your high school to where it all began, the whole trip had led to this moment. tears begin to brim as he speaks, head shaking slightly in confusion. surely this isn’t happening? you’ve always dreamed of it, but you learned a long time ago that its only ever the nightmares that come true.
IT FEELS AS THOUGH YOUR HEART STOPS IN THE MOMENT, your brain ignoring the fact that it stopped a long time ago. he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, and of course you want the same, but the thought that hits you puts a sudden halt to the excitement. "but you’re going to get old, and you’re going to die.“ and that is how it goes, and that’s something you want to share with him, but that’s something you’ll never know. "I want to spend forever with you, this is a yes.” spoken quickly as you take his hands, lowering to your knees yourself. "but it’s only a yes if you’re sure you want this. if you’re sure you’re okay with getting old while I stay like this, as long as you’re okay with there eventually being a whole world between us.“
AND THEN YOU HAVE ANOTHER THOUGHT. a worse thought. "unless..” something you’re sure you know the answer to, something that has come up more than once. "unless you want our forever, your forever, to really be… forever.“
❛ god knows where i would be if you hadn’t found me sitting all alone in the dark. ❜
dodie? dodie | @tragictm
“ i don’t think either of us would be here – without each other, i mean. also, word of warning, the sun going down usually means it’s about to get dark so, you know, turn a light on by yourself every now and then, yeah? i won’t always be here to do it for you. ”
“Oh my god, you just gave me the first Valentine I’ve ever received.”
idk i abandoned this blog and i’m too lazy to check | @tragictm
“ that’s absolutely not true. seventh grade, day after valentine’s because i’d been off sick - the fifteenth of february. i gave you a card, that was your first valentine. this is only the first if you don’t count the one i made for you when i was twelve. ”
Cam: tries 2 wrap presents and put them under the tree
Lou:
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they’re not married but lou’s considering divorce!
— self-knowledge questionnaire .
trait: RATIONALITY. — You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to synthesise and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.
trait: ORDERLINESS. — You love it when everything is neat and tidy: when there is a proper way of doing things, and you can tick things off the to-do list and know where everything is. So others, at times, are to you unbearably sloppy and messy. And you run into things that can’t be ordered (a child, a partner, a colleague at work) which drives you slightly nuts. But your desire for order is a good one when it is focused where it is needed and when you’re okay with a bit of mess.
trait: DEFENSIVENESS. — One tendency in you – which is of course normal to the human race – is to bristle when criticised, and to defend yourself when you feel under threat from aggression or blame. Defensiveness can make you conceal your less honourable motives, from others, and from yourself. The habits once made sense: they all derive from past efforts to protect yourself. And most of the time – because we don’t get much help in loving ourselves – you still need them to feel secure.
introducing, sasha !
: he’s twenty-two, russian-british, and kind of a loser !
original character | written by rachel.
Appearing Straight™: A Tutorial by Lewis Darby
tfw u don't like physical affection but ur gay and boys r cute ://
