oh, look what you've done.

ollie kingston. i've given UP on you - but it still HURTS to know you're NOT alone.

[cestlamia]

mia coughs up a laugh as she steadies herself in the elevator. in her haste, she’d managed to stumble into the elevator so quickly that she actually fell. “my apologies,” she laughed, finally reaching forward to hit the button on the third floor.

[singingvoice]

          he’s leaned up against the corner of the elevator, hands jammed in his pockets and eyebrows raised in a mix of concern and amusement. ‘ where the fuck are you tryin to get to so fast you’re willing to knock yourself over for ? ’

[singingvoice]

cestlamia:

     mia isn’t really that surprised with ollie’s words and she sort of coughs up a laugh over the burning sensation in her throat. the wine she ordered as a chaser finally lands on the bar in front of her, and after a small thank you to the bartender she takes a rather large drink, relieved with how easy it goes down. ‘ you know damn well that if one of us isn’t sober that neither of us is making it back to our apartments, and i don’t really want to sleep on the roof, ’ she teases. ‘ is this about she who shall not be named ? ‘ she asks, glaring in his direction.

         ‘ hey, speak for yourself, ’ he declares, ( as always ) overly confident in his ability to get where he needed to go. ‘ i’ll make it to my apartment just fine. it’s not too far. ’ his playful expression morphs into something that looks a lot like regret when she brings up laney. ‘ she’s not fuckin - voldemort, m. you can say her name. but not too loud, cause, yeah, i’m pretty sure she’s here. her little sister is, at any rate. ’

[singingvoice]

ceceliaisms:

    ‘ oh, please, you know better than that. you’ve met my mother, you know how much unpleasantness runs through these veins, ’ she volleys, looking him up and down. ‘you look like shit, you know. and you smell like weed. ’

        ‘ yeah, well, you know i know you’re not your mom, ’ he responds easily, shoulders rising and falling in a small shrug. ‘ yeah, tell me somethin i don’t know. haven’t been sleepin too well. been smoking a lot. too much, probably. ’

[cestlamia]

  mia coughs up a laugh after she takes her second shot, her hand over her mouth as she tries to hide her hideous shot-face. “please don’t let me do any more of those.” 

[singingvoice]

        he slings an arm over his cousin’s shoulders, beaming despite the fact that he smells like a fuckin brewery and dispensary rolled into one. ‘ atta girl ! ’ he crows, laughing at her expression. ‘ i think we should both take another, actually. i don’t wanna fuckin remember this party in the morning. ’

[evanroanoke]

[imjgrscmrt]

You are not the tree.

[singingvoice]

lukexchristian:

Luke shrugged not sure what else to say on the matter “Than go for it, I won’t snitch if that means anything”

        ‘ well thanks, man. you’re a real homie. ’ amusement colors his tone and a smirk curves his lips. ‘ you wanna smoke with me, or ? ’

[singingvoice]

lukexchristian:

“If you want to go the non addictive route stick with pot, if you want to go the legal route I’ll give you a marlboro and we can call it a day”

‘ i kinda hate cigarettes, honestly. they just make me feel even shittier than i usually do. ’

[singingvoice]

charliesinclxir:

“Me either, mate. Sure isn’t gonna stop me, though. They can suck a cock for all I care.”

        ‘ yeah... i’d say i agree, but i’m lucky to have the job i do, ’ he works at a porn shop, for christ’s sake, ‘ and i’m pretty sure i’d lose it if i went to jail. so they can suck a cock, but preferably far away from me, ’ ollie laughs.

[singingvoice]

asrielrvs:

“I’d keep a look out for over curious eyes but nah - it’s a rooftop with alcohol and a bunch of strangers, that might be the last of anyone’s worries.”

‘ yeah, you’re right. ’ ollie glances around, expression growing somewhat pained as something catches his eye. ‘ ..... - my ex-girlfriend’s here and i’m not drunk or high yet. wanna smoke with me ? ’

[singingvoice]

lukexchristian:

“We’re outside, I don’t see why they would”

       ‘ well, cause it’s pot... ’ he explains sheepishly.

[singingvoice]

tanalavie:

   “i think as long as you share, no one will be mad.”

            ‘ you smoke pot ? ’ he questions the blonde, amusement growing on his features. ‘ you don’t look the type. i don’t have enough to share with too many people, so maybe we just keep this between us, shall we ? ’

[singingvoice]

ceceliaisms:

cece’s smile dies and she furrows her brows. ‘ yes. but you should do it anyway. maybe they’ll take pity on me and EVICT you. ’

      ‘ cee.... ’ he trails off, frowning. ‘ come on, you can’t be mad at me forever. ’ 

[singingvoice]

charliesinclxir:

“Not gonna stop me. Worst they can do is evict you.” 

         ‘ i mean, or call the COPS.... which is the last thing i need, really. ’

[singingvoice]

‘ ..... - think they’ll get mad if i SMOKE up here ? ’

[singingvoice]

laneyoliphant:

laney doesn’t really have anywhere to go, no one is waiting for her at the café she’s en route to, if she were stuck in this elevator forever; she doubts anyone would notice her absence. but when oliver says fuck, i’m gonna be late, it springs a whole mess of ideas in her head that further feeds the panic she feels rising up in her chest. when it settles in her mind that this elevator is not going to open any time soon, she loses her breath, and feels her lungs constrict and let all the air out. “i—we have to—we have to get out,” she says a bit urgently, reaching forward to press the panic button a couple dozen more times, even though she knows that it’s not going to help anything. she feels the panic attack coming on as she starts hyperventilating, feeling like the books in her arms and the bag on her shoulder have just grown a hundred pounds and her knees have grown a bit weaker. this has got to be a nightmare, she thinks. she’s stuck in a small elevator with her ex-boyfriend. her ex who she’s not over yet. her ex who, for some reason, is in her apartment building to begin with. the worst part of this is that she does not want to have a panic attack in front of oliver. she knows that she already looks horrible, a hollow shell of her old self, she can’t fall further apart right in front of him.

       ‘ laney, laney, hey, ’ he murmurs, voice soothing - all he wants is to take her in his arms, pull her close til she just forgets. it’s not the first panic attack he’s been a witness to, but he feels just as goddamn helpless every time. something about loving someone so much and not being able to do a damn thing to calm them just makes him feel sick. there’s an empty cigarette carton in his pocket - he doesn’t smoke them, but it makes a convenient carrying case for the bit of pot he was planning on smoking before band practice. he doesn’t even know if she smokes anymore, doesn’t know if he knows anything about her anymore (or ever really did). but he has to do something, can’t just fuckin - stand by and watch the only girl he’s ever loved suffocate herself in her own anxiety. ‘ do you want to smoke ? i have some bud on me, you can have it. just - you just gotta calm down, okay ? you gotta breathe. ’

[evantpetersdaily]

His wife was in a skydiving accident. She plummeted 10,000 feet, and her chute didn’t open.