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Zendaya photographed by Mark Leibowitz for HBO’s ‘Euphoria’.

#{ daysia. }

cowboyhudsons

#screams

shanehollanderilyarozanov

#{ wanted plot. }

lyricaokana-deactivated20200808

#Wholesome Gays

#{ wanted plot. }#🥺

fewrebels:

@selfcruciify

now that mason was a lean, mean, walking machine, cullen grew more and more worried that it could be any day now that he trips and falls on one of the many hazards around the apartment. this prompted the male to go shopping, coming home with two large bags full of different child safe locks and padding to put all around in hopes of sparing themselves from a trip to the hospital. he’s just finishing up the wall unit in their living area when the sound of keys on the other side of the apartment door notify him that daisy was back from dropping mason off at her mother’s. it was rare they got a night alone between daisy’s overnights at the hospital and his early morning construction gig, and watching mason in between. so once the opportunity arose, cullen scraped together any extra cash he could to splurge on an at home date night perfect for just the two of them. “oh look, it’s the light of my life, just on time,” he’s standing from his position on the floor, arms extending to show off the baby proofing he had just done. “ta-da, might i welcome you to our new and improved apartment. not a single corner went uncovered, a single cabinet left unlatched. i’d love to see that gremlin get into your tampon stash under the sink ever again. then again, he’s your kid so he’s smart as shit.” a hand rests on the small of her back, closing the space between them. “you hear that? silence. can’t remember the last time we’ve had a night to ourselves.”

she could only chalk it up to fate. never in a million years had daisy been the sort of person to believe in lasting relationships. her parents had shown her that everything pertaining to their relationship had been a facade, so why would she expect otherwise in her future? enter cullen knight -- her moon and all of her stars. her cheeks still flushed when she heard the words 'light of my life', even years after high school. “that’s me!” daisy chirped, a soft laugh slipping past her lips. it took her a moment to really study their new environment. “baby, i might even survive in here,” she rose up on her toes on the now squishy, lettered flooring. “he really tried to eat them. i swear, i looked to my phone for a millisecond... someone was definitely sending me something naughty from work --” seamlessly, as cullen’s hand went to her back, her hands laced around the back of his neck. “and he had shoved at least one whole tampon in his mouth. thankfully, just the applicator. i can’t imagine explaining how my son swallowed a tampon to an emergency room nurse,” she breathed a laugh, leaning forward to rest her head on cullen’s chest, her hands moving down to connect around his waist comfortably. “have we had one since he was born?” daisy raised her brows, mentally trying to keep track of their nights off. “mom is in for a handful. i let him eat all the fruit loops i had. sugar rush,” she cooed the last part of her statement, a dreamy sigh escaping her petals. “so, what have you got planned for me?” she lifted her head to meet cullen’s gaze. “you have a lot to live up to from chocolate covered strawberries and a twilight marathon -- which, by the way, i still brag about to all the girls at the hospital. i tell them how you stayed awake all night and got invested in the plot. team jacob, right? even though you’re a cullen.”

#{ daisy & cullen. }#i cant believe they are still in luv #uwu

namtan

#{ daysia & mac. }#{ gage & nina. }

faceclaimstuff

#{ winnie. }

alex was beginning to wonder if life on the road was right for him. there was no doubt about it, his adrenalin rushed every time he stepped on stage. shows, performing -- those things were all different from traveling the country and never once seeing someone who cared about him. if there was a way for him to play in the same place over and over with a different crowd every night, he would do it. the countless girls he’d slept with and guys he’d gotten drunk with were all nameless in his mind, and he found himself struggling to bring faces to the forefront of his mind as well. it was then that he had realized that he wouldn’t survive the last four dates of his band’s tour. it was then that he boarded a plane to florida, and then that he got drunk on said plane.

he’d never really been the type to look at home as being a place. alex always felt as though he carried his home inside of him, but that certainly wasn’t the case after this life experience. he missed mike, missed his parents, even missed carly’s cynical comments a tad -- but there was someone who hadn’t left his mind in months, someone who he knew he’d left on bad terms, or at the very least, uncertain terms. with whiskey on his breath, alex found himself walking the streets of crystal keyes without a thought in his head. he simply inhaled the dry air, wondering when he’d started feeling like this little cul-de-sac was home.

boot imprints were left in the hayden’s front lawn. he didn’t think much of it, chalking it up to anticipation to get to his destination. he was sure rosie’s parents would give him an earful later, especially when they noticed that his tracks lead directly to their daughter’s bedroom window.

truthfully, alex wasn’t sure that rose even lived here anymore. he was working on instinct and whiskey. fingers tested the window sill, shocked when it started to raise. as quietly as he could, alex lifted the window open and swung one leg in. “shhh -- it’s me, not a robber,” he respectfully slid his boots off at the food of rose’s bed and sleepily climbed into her bed next to her. “miss me any?” he asked, that same old smirk gracing his lips, with a new scent of jack daniels sliding past his lips. @ofrcveries

#{ alex & rose. }#{ alex ; reserved. }#only you get alex

ofrcveries:

@illuminctes !

AS HE NURSES the slightest bit of a hangover, bennie can’t help but mentally thank whatever god is listening that the hockey coach cancelled practice on this particular morning. coffee and a breakfast sandwich seem to be singing his name as he stands in line, waiting to order what surely will absorb all of his questionable decisions from the night before. he rocks on his feet, heels to toes, teeth sinking into the inside of his cheek while he studies the menu above the cash register. the coffee shop isn’t too filled— he wouldn’t know what it usually looks like at this time, since his usual saturday breakfasts are usually a protein shake, banana, and maybe some overnight oats if he got his shit together the night before. a few too many drinks and other substances between teammates was enough to knock him on his ass.

after placing his order, bennie steps to the side with his coffee cup and notices some rustling at a table near the window. he’s polite in that he doesn’t stare, not even when he hears an excited, hushed voice speaking. a few splendas plopped in his drink and he’s stirring it, and bennie gives another glance to the table to see a blonde girl darting away hurriedly to the door, coffee cup in one hand and tote on her shoulder. his gaze shifts to the table, where a redhead is now seated alone and his heart immediately starts racing. he recognizes her. WHERE does he recognize her from? his feet lead him to her faster than he can put two and two together.

“hey, um–” is this weird? surely, this is a bit strange. bennie’s shit with dating, after all, having only been in one ( arguably toxic ) relationship. he squints his eyes and a nervous laugh tumbles from his lips while he points at her. "carly, right?“ he inquires. "i, um– sorry. i think we might’ve… talked? on tinder?” the words move with uncertain trepidation and are followed by another awkward laugh. "i thought i recognized you.“ his eyes widen. "sorry. sorry, is that– is that weird? that’s kind of weird, isn’t it?”

her eyes were bloodshot and dry. much like the rest of her little college town, carly was also a bit hungover, hence the sunglasses and her death grip on rose. the two were waiting for their orders when bennie entered the building. her grip on her best friend's arm got tighter as her heart rate increased. "that's the one," she hissed, tugging the girl with her behind a rather large, decorative plant. "i don't know who ghosted who, or if there was any ghosting? how much time between a conversation constitutes as ghosting?" her eyes widened, panic setting in. as she protested rose's pushes to sit down, carly realized how much of a scene she was making. how could he not have noticed her? much to her dismay, she slid into a seat at a table for two, iced coffee firmly grasped between her hands.

sunglasses shielded her eyes from view. carly was incredibly thankful for the cheap shades at the moment. bennie had no idea that her eyes were piercing through to his soul. as he started to approach her, carly mentally went through hoops, trying to decide how she would even talk to him. her name slides off the tip of his tongue, and she's hooked. carly removed her sunglasses, blinking a few times to adjust to the light in the coffee shop. "yeah, i'm carly," she nodded her head up and down, uncertain of how to proceed until he mentioned the dreaded word -- tinder.

“tell anyone you found me on that cesspool of an app and i’ll deny it ‘til the end,” a soft smile tugged the corners of her lips upward. “we definitely did. i, um, probably stopped replying?” the redhead winced, eyes darting around the coffee shop in a feeble attempt at locating rosie, her emotional support person. “but i -- i don’t want you to think that’s because i wasn’t interested, okay?” she fidgeted with the paper on her coffee cup. “honestly, i’m just... really bad at conversation over text. i end up overthinking it all and -- bennie? right?” her mouth was going a mile a minute, words spilling everywhere. it wasn’t like her. “i’m sorry. i’m -- i’m better in person.”

#idk why we ever say don't match length #can you believe she was bonnie wright in 2010 #{ carly & bennie. }#{ carly ; reserved. }

harmcomforts:

Wavy gave Renata her usual half-lidded, lazy grin as she shrugged her shoulders, indicating how much she really didn’t think this was a big deal. “We’re good. It’s happening.” Yes, she was letting the other tattoo her on a whim, but she trusted her more than she trusted most people. Which, well, in all honesty wasn’t exactly a feat, but Wavy hadn’t made any decisions stupid enough to send her to the hospital yet, so surely her judgement had to be semi-decent. Though, knowing her, it could just be luck that had carried her thus far. Already her shirt was hanging off her left shoulder, covering next to nothing to reveal her black sports bra. Turning her head as much as she could to look at the girl behind her as she took a seat on her back, she nodded. “Yeah, I mean, I said it was fucking cool, didn’t I? I trust your judgement, Ren.” The orange thing hung in her mind for a moment, making her consider for half a second if maybe she should be rethinking it.

No, no, she was determined to make this happen. If not for the fact that it was cool enough design that she insisted but for the fact that it meant she got to spend more time around Renata and she… definitely approved of that. They’d definitely never been so close and Wavy could definitely see her mind wandering if she let it. “The last three tattoos I got they were tracing. I was like, feels like cheating, but okay.” Safe to say that she wasn’t exactly well versed in tattoo artistry despite the tattoos she did have. Three professional and two stick n pokes by friends at parties when she was drunk out of her mind. It was only in that state she could have agreed to getting ‘YOLO’ that close to her boobs. “I’m just chillin’, you do what you gotta do.” She insisted, trying to ease any of Renata’s genuine concerns.

Her nerves were eased by Wavy's calm demeanor. If she didn't want this to happen, she would've said no, right? Renata exhaled deeply, chuckling softly at the end. "I wish I could have half the serenity you have. I mean, you're a wild motherfucker but you're just carefree... what's that like?" She raised her brows. Ren allowed her fingertips to brush Wavy's shoulder, trying to get a feel for her skin type and what the needle would be like going in. Would it hurt her? Would she hurt her? Part of her wanted to back out, but the other half of Renata didn’t want to look weak in front of Wavy. The last thing she wanted the other woman to think was that she was a coward, someone who didn’t follow through with her word. “I love that... I mean, I love that you trust my judgment. It means a lot. I don’t know, sorry, sometimes I just get mushy,” She felt her cheeks flush a rosy pink, heat flooding them. “I just don’t have a whole lot of friends around here... let alone a friend who would let me practice my first tattoo on them.”

“Feels like cheating...”

“Then we won’t cheat, will we?” Renata tossed the pen from her hand and let it roll across the floor, a soft giggle sliding past her lips. The whir of the pen came to life, and Ren couldn’t help but allow her thumb to once more trace Wavy’s shoulder. She absent-mindedly traced soft circles against the other woman’s skin, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She’d be lying if she said she’d never looked at Wavy in this light before. Ren didn’t have a whole lot of experience when it came to intimacy, but her imagination could run as wild as she’d let it. “Ready?” She asked, breathing a laugh against the back of her neck, gun buzzing right above her skin.

#these two are gonna be so cute #my heart #{ renata & wavy. }