—coughsyrup.

Rhys Longbottom 22 · halfblood · neutral "he is a wild boy made up of peeling paint and old church windows. the stained glass and scripture line his chapped lips like sparks and breath heavy cigarette smoke (good lord if only you could help yourself) (the dust settles around him like a halo and you forget you’re not supposed to breathe in)"

[namkooks-deactivated20210523]

me too jaebum

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fcrtunamajcr:

“I’ve been searching for an excuse to show up at the hospital, so by all means…do it. I could use the extra courage.” Ryder passed Rhys a beer, eyes never leaving his. “Yes, actually. There’s no palce like home, though.”

Rhys was the first to drop his gaze, deciding to drop his pride just this once. A miracle in itself. But for the younger boy’s sake he took the offered beer almost as a sign of peace. “I watched a few of your games here and there, did pretty good this season.” He cleared his throat to break the awkwardness. “I take it you haven’t seen Jane yet?”

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fcrtunamajcr:

“Is there anything you need or would you just like to keep staring? I don’t mean to be rude, it’s just a practical question. Either way, take a seat. You’ve been there for a while.”

Rhys took the seat in front of him. “I was just trying to decide if it was worth it  to punch you. Have a nice trip?”

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[no-ass-namjoon]

Jaebum + Home Run (Boyfriend Version)

[namkooks-deactivated20210523]

when your headphones refuse to cooperate with you

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[frivolous-wonderer]

Visit Original Link

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‘cause mom said we’d be crossing borders never be afraid even when you’re cornered stand up straight fight your way. — AMBER ; BORDERS

[steepedmilk]

you can’t love a wild boy” he is wild boy made of hurricane winds and brittle bird bones (voodoo lips and cemetery kisses never tasted so much like magic) in the deep south judas is hailed as a mixed race child, he is a crowned king, the devil’s own, dust mingled with deliverance in the fevered air (it gets in the blood stream and not even the holy spirit can get that out) he is a wild boy made up of peeling paint and old church windows. the stained glass and scripture line his chapped lips like sparks and breath heavy cigarette smoke (good lord if only you could help yourself) (the dust settles around him like a halo and you forget you’re not supposed to breathe in)

odes to boys who know that they’re dying pt. 4 (via apollq)

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51/∞ edits of my ultimate bias, Im Jaebum

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