silence gives you space.

sullivan kingsley. I'll never be, be what you see inside You say I'm not alone, but I am petrified You say that you are close, is close the closest star? You just feel twice as far, you just feel twice as far.

[neverlandswriter]

once there was a boy with beautiful eyes and beautiful lips. once there was a boy who made you want and made you feel. once there was a boy who you did not plan to love. and once there was a boy who made you break all your rules. once there was a boy, and you love him still.

once there was a boy // k.s. (via neverlandswriter)

[sullivanism]

sullivan had been back from his trip to paris for a few days and everything was just sage sage sage. they finally have to get back to reality meaning he has to get back to work, and he finally realizes he hadn’t told anyone about the engagement. a mass text would do, he figures, but he needs to tell his best friend in person. parker deserves a step up from a mass text. so he sends a different one to them, a simple hope you’re home, i’m coming over. i have news. and without getting a response, he makes his way to parkers. even if they’re not home, sullivan would wait. the drive is quicker than usual, or at least it feelings like that; mostly due to how excited he is to share the news. he hadn’t even bothered looking at his phone, but instead makes his way to the door, tapping his knuckles against the wood three times. @parkercullen

[sullivanism]

can y’ALL BELIEVE THE dAsh sAW THE DAY THAT SULLIVAN MCFREAKIN kINSLEY GOT ENG A GE D BC I’M DYING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sullivanism]

sageed:

going to the gym felt good. knowing he looked good for sullivan felt good. plus, eating sweets all the time was giving him a little belly and he was getting a little self conscious. in high school he didn’t play on a sports team, because his family couldn't afford it. but he ran a lot and the jobs he picked up were all outside and physical. compared to how he looked he was letting himself go. but sullivan always managed to make him feel good. “i love that place.” he says softly. memories are flooding his head. before they leave the hotel room sage casually makes sure he still has the ring in his pocket.

sage is feeling everything at once. his heart is pounding and it’s filling his ears to the point where he can just hear sullivan recall their first interaction. he pulls back from sul just a little bit and watches him. “…  i think you stole mine.”   rings through his ears and right to his heart. he knows it’s time. “sul…’ his voice is soft, and his eyes bright. “i never believed in love at first sight until i had it.” sage isn’t nervous. this is sullivan. “it’s only suppose to be in movie’s, right? that doesn’t happen in real life. but it did. here. how many years ago? and even after everything, here we are. i love you, sullivan.“ he’s not sure how or when he’s going to ask but words just keep pouring out of his mouth. “when i left home after high school i wasn’t suppose to stay in one place for too long. i wasn’t suppose to fall in love with a giant vegan millionaire. i wasn’t suppose to mess that up. but i know i was suppose to be in seagrove. i was suppose to see you again. and we are suppose to be here. together. you…, sullivan.” he takes his boyfriend’s hands and squeezes them. “ you mean more to me than anything. i look at you and i’m calm, i’m home.  you are my soulmate, sullivan kingsley.” he lowers to his knee, and takes hand from sullivan’s. he struggles for a second to open the box with one hand but he gets it. “i want this forever. i want random trips to paris. i want accidentally bringing home a new animal. i want a future. i want a life. all with you. will you, sullivan james rhys kingsley, marry me?” sage looks at sullivan, a smile on his face and his eyes forming tears. his other hand is squeezing sullivan’s hand.  he’s not worried about his answer. he’s confident and he knows no mater what sullivan’s answer is they’ll be together. 

the moment, though nostalgic, is unique on it’s own. they were basically different people now. sage, more confident. sullivan, more grounded. they fit together better, and before where there was always the uncertainty, now ? now, it was sullivan and sage. they both knew that. they both felt that. sullivan loves him, and sullivan was always so confident he’d never love again. or at all. sage was something that came out the blue. from the moment he met, he knew sage was different. at the time, his heart said trouble, but now his heart said destiny. if you asked sullivan six years ago if he thought he’d be married by the time he was thirty, he would’ve laughed. if you asked sullivan the same question two years ago, he may have punched you. but now ? now, he would say yes. speaking of ▬ despite the moment, and how he feels in the candy shop, he’ not expecting what he sees. he doesn’t expect to see sage sinking to one knee, holding his hands and looking up at him.

he has a short flashback to the first time this happened. when sage first proposed to him. he felt happy, excited. but this time ? he’s looking down at sage and he sees his future. it’s different, in all sense, and god, does sullivan want to shout out yes ! before sage is done talking. but he listens, and there’s tears coming to his eyes before his boyfriend is done talking. he doesn’t mean to, but it just happens. when sullivan thought about it before this moment, he was nervous. worried about if sage would hurt him again. but now ? he knew he wouldn’t. they weren’t the same people they used to be. they were both surrounded by love, and happiness, and positivity, and god, they were in the right place to be engaged again. he gets so distracted by his feelings that instead of speaking, he’s just pulling sage to his feet, wrapping his arms around him. he hugs him tightly, pulling back to kiss sage over and over, until -- oh shit, he didn’t actually say yes yet. “i love you.” he breathes out, his hand coming forward for sage to slip the ring on. “yes. yes, i’ll marry you.” although he could pitch a joke about how they’ve tried this before, he completely forgets that they’ve tired this before. because this is different. this, sullivan knows, is going to be better. 

[sullivanism]

parkercullen:

“You’re my best friend too, Sul. You haven’t been shitty, I promise.” “Parker says softly, shaking their head. They had both been busy lately, Parker with work and taking care of their mother and Sullivan with running Te Grape Vine and Sage, and they truly weren’t upset about the distance between them lately. Life happened, and the most important thing was that they were there for one another now. “What? Lemme see! I’m so happy for you, that’s amazing. Look at you…I’m so proud.” Grinning, Parker gives their friend’s arm a squeeze, smile playing on their face. “I would love that, really. Just lemme know when works for you two and I’ll make sure I’m not working.” 

he wants to protest, but he decides against it. he knows parker wouldn’t lie to him, and in his heart he knows it’s not entirely his own fault, but he still blames himself. but sullivan feels like, now things would be better. at parker’s excitement, sullivan can’t help a grin. he really had come a long way. he holds out his hand, showing parker the ring. it was simple, but it suited sullivan perfectly. “oh, hush.” he laughs softly, grinning at the other softly. “i know. it’s.. i know. i always told myself i wouldn’t do this shit again but damn, am i happy. it’s incredible.” he muses. “perfect. i’ll let you know. you’re always welcome to stop by whenever, you know. sage moved in officially, so our house is your house.” he takes a sip of water from the cup, smiling over at them. “how have you been doing ? holding up okay ? “

[sullivanism]

sageed:

“you tell me i look good every day, sully.” sage smiles, amused at his boyfriend. he leans into sullivan’s hands, humming and for a moment he almost forgets about going out. he gets so distracted by sullivan’s hands– by sullivan in general, all of the time. it’s almost a problem. sage lets out a sad noise when sul’s hands are gone, but it’s for the better. more will happen when they’re back at the hotel. “we are… going to the candy shop. i want to get some hearts for the hotel room.” he places his hands on sullivan’s hips and squeezes. “they’re out good luck charm. we need them around… and they’re delicious. then we can pick up dinner after. wherever you want to go.” sage leans into sullivan and kisses him quickly because he can’t help himself. “let me put shoes on and then we can go.”sage squeezes sul’s hips again before peeling himself away from his boyfriends and going to get shoes. 

they leave the hotel, and thankfully, the candy shop is within walking distance. not much has changed since they met. there might be a new coat of paint on the walls, and there are new registers ( sage is jealous, he wished there were new registers when he was working there) but other than that it’s the exact same. sage ventures off from sullivan to look at a white chocolate display. something in him tells him to look at sul, and when he does he’s overwhelmed. he realizes very quickly that they were in the exact same positions they were years ago when sage first saw sullivan. his chest feels tight as he just watches his boyfriend. he puts his hand in his pocket, feels the ring and he knows in his heart that it’s time. he takes his hand out, leaves the ring in his pocket and then without realizing he’s walking up to sullivan. “you know. when i was standing over there, it was exactly where we were the very first time i saw you.”

“yeah, okay, i know, and you do ! but like...” he knows sage has been spending some time at the gym, and sullivan would love sage no matter what, but knowing that sage wanted to build up some muscle and seeing the results made sullivan happy because he knew sage must be feeling good about himself, too. when sullivan hears the candy shop, an instant smile comes to his face. he remembers the first day they met. the first time he saw sage. he was working at the shop, and god, sullivan had never been so pleased to have some damn hearts slipped into his bag. “that little cafe near the candy shop. where we’d always get lunch.” boy was he feeling nostalgic. it was almost like before, when they lived here. except, this time was different. it was better. sullivan was in a better  place and so was sage, and if it was possible, they were  more in love than ever before. he kisses sage back, the same soft smile on his face. “okay, babe.” he notes, finishing a few more things before they finally leave.

the candy shop has this specific smell, sullivan notes, and it engulfs him every time he walks in. he walks over to the chocolates, admiring the same vegan section he once did when he first discovered the small shop. he remembered thinking holy shit, vegan chocolate ? and then sage approached him, asking him if he needed help finding anything, and sullivan’s positive he fell in love with sage right there. he picks something up off the self, turning when he hears his boyfriends voice. “and you came over to me and asked if i needed help with anything and i said i was looking for a basket for my mom, who’s vegan. and you were so excited to help me.” he recites the moment like it happened yesterday, setting the chocolate he was holding down on the counter. “and then you gave me those damn little hearts and that was the moment i think you stole mine.” his voice is soft, looking at sage with eyes full of love and admiration. god, he loved him. he turns his gaze then, picking up the chocolate bar again in contemplation of if he wants it or not. he has no idea what sage is thinking in his head, but he still has his focus on him, turning back towards him again after he decides on the bar.

[sullivanism]

lacklustrd:

katie tried her best to keep in a laugh, instead, she nodded along- although a big part of her did agree with sullivan. “it’s not a scam. do you want heather to chop your hands off? don’t speak that sort of sacrilege here.” she glanced over at the flowers, chewing her bottom lip, her foot tapping on the ground out of habit. “pink’s a nice colour. plus, they smell …differently.” katie said, although she didn’t actually know that absolutely for sure. “look, just-  think about what you want the flowers to say and i’ll try help you from there. but only if you promise to like, stop moaning about the colours and shapes of them for two seconds.” she teased.

“it’s a scam.” he repeats, but this time softer. “oh, bullshit. they’re the same freakin’ flower. i’m not spending more because those ones are pink. there’s nothing different about them.” he crosses his arms over his chest, glancing at the flowers again. he typically didn’t mind spending the money, but something about his recently was trying to be more cost effective. sullivan kingsley, watching his money ? the world must be ending. “i won’t stop, that’s just not realistic. but yeah, okay. i want some for my shop so... inviting ? something that’s... pretty. that catches someones eye but not too distracting. does that help ? “

[sullivanism]

parkercullen:

Giving Sullivan a small smile, Parker gives his friend a quick hug, squeezing him tightly for a moment before stepping back. “Gotcha. Water it is.” Nodding, they move to fill two glasses with water, passing one over to Sul with a nod. “You didn’t have to get me anything, babe. But thank you.” They can’t help but smile at the gesture though, touched that he had even thought about it. “How was Paris, by the way? How’s Sage? We haven’t hung out in forever, I feel bad.” Things had been busy for the both of them lately, and they were glad that they finally had time to meet up, even under the circumstances. “We should all get together sometime…y’know, when I’m feeling better.” 

sullivan squeezes parker back for a moment, a soft, almost sad smile cast in their direction when they pull away. “thanks.” he nods softly, taking the glass from them. “i wanted to. it’s not much, i promise. i just... you’re my best friend, you know ? and i’ve been a shitty friend as it is and now this... i just want to see you smile.” he muses softly, running a hand through his hair. he knew this would be coming, but he also knew that wouldn’t make it any easier on parker. “it’s not your fault, but, paris was amazing. there was a hot minute that i thought he was going to propose, but, it was a promise ring. not an engagement one. but now that i’m thinking about it... i would’ve said yes.” he explains, before nodding his head. “definitely. when things are looking up, we’ll go out. somewhere nice.” he loved that parker and sage were friends, especially because they were two of the most  important people in his life. with eamon gone, sage and parker were the two sul counted on the most, and them being friends made him happy. 

[sullivanism]

theicyelsabriggs:

Elsa crossed her arms as she listened to Sullivan, smirking at his tone of voice and as he continued to speak. “Reading about non-vegan food will make you sick? What a life you must live,” Elsa said with a roll of her eyes. “I think you should give up on that hunt. I have never seen such a wonderful book in this lovely establishment so you should give up and buy a cupcake to drown your sorrows in. Or leave and write your own vegan poetry book. I am sure you’ll have a mansion by the beach in a few days.” 

“yes, it terrible. i can’t even think about non-vegan food. like right now, i’m feeling just a little nauseous” he’s trying so, incredibly hard not to laugh, but keeping such a cool cover was hard. he was always one of the ‘less obnoxious’ vegans, but he liked to use his veganism to be annoying, from time to time. “a cupcake ? how dare you, elsa ! “ a hand hits down on his chest, fake-gasping at the same time. he laughs then, finally breaking character. “oh, i’m not leaving. i looked at the time and i’m assuming you get off soon, so. i’m gonna spend some time bothering you.”

[sullivanism]

gayzels:

     hazel has to admit that laying down flat has never felt so good. she can pour her troubles into work, and having a responsibility that she has to see to ( almost ) every day is good for her, a chaotic and messy routine that suits her just nicely, but that doesn’t mean that she can’t worship a break, and can’t vow for the next forty five minutes that she’s never hunching over anything ever again. sullivan’s texted response pulls a chuckle from her, and the sound of the door opening a few minutes later grabs her attention, and she forces herself upright. “hey !” she calls in response to the familiar nickname, her hair a little on the messier side of the scale after laying down for a minute or two, but she runs a hand through the curls in an attempt to tame the slightly, and for the most part, they cooperate, leaving her with the kind of messy she actually strives for. “good company ? but i thought y’were alone ?” hazel replies, the cheekiest grin known to mankind spread across her lips that makes it clear she doesn’t mean it. sat upright, she gives the space next to her on the sofa a pat, signalling for him to come sit with her, before shifting so she’ll be facing him when he plants himself down. “you doin’ okay ?”

“oh, shut you damn mouth.” sullivan retorts rather quickly, a playful eye roll following his words shortly. he’s holding onto the lunch he’s got for them in his hands, making his way over to her on the sofa. he sits, handing one of the containers to her, a fork secured on the top so she wouldn’t have to get up for anything. “me ? yeah. lazy day. sage is at work ‘til later, and i wasn’t technically supposed to work today. so. i went in for a bit and ended up with leftovers and i thought about you, so. here i am ! “ he notes setting his own tupperware in his lap. if there was any reason sullivan wouldn’t leave seagrove, things like this were one of them. he loved paris; that’s where he met sage, that’s always what felt more like home. but something about this small town made sullivan more humble. less materialistic. paris was all luxury; fashion shows, movie events, making sure his social media is always updated. seagrove, however, was comfortable. relaxed. nothing about it was high profile, and that’s what he liked. he leans back against the soft, popping the top off of his dish. “what about you ? anything new and exciting ? “ 

[sullivanism]

sageed:

it became a tradition for sage and sullivan  to make a stop at the candy shop they met at all those years ago on their first night in paris. they had decided to go to paris just over 24 hours ago, talking about how they missed it and wanted to go back. when sage jokingly said they should go tomorrow, he should have known that sullivan was going to get them tickets. he should know his boyfriend better than to just say something like that about their city, sullivan had the means to just buy plane tickets and made hotel reservations on the fly. he woke sage up way too early for any human being to be up and excitedly exclaimed that he bought them tickets. so they left. 

now, here they are getting ready to go out for their first night in paris. sage felt different, he couldn’t explain it. being in paris always made him feel happy but there was just a different. while sullivan was in the bathroom doing his hair and getting ready, sage put a small box in his pants pocket before sul was done. maybe tonight was the night? walking around with the ring for over a month now was hard. especially since they were living together. he was worried sullivan would find it or if he acted too weird sul would ask what was wrong. but maybe he wouldn’t have to worry for much longer. “are you almost ready, babe?” sage asks as he makes his way to the bathroom. he still has to button up his shirt and put on shoes, so there’s really no rush. he opens the door and smiles at his boyfriend. 

@sullivanism

sullivan kingsley came from money, and where he still remained relatively humble, he wasn’t afraid to utilize his riches to get what he wanted. sure, he wasn’t living in the middle of la in a mansion, but for a small florida town, he was living well over the top. however, since sage came back into his life, he was learning to appreciate the small things. he had spent his last few years looking for large materialistic items in such a small town, and now, he was finally understanding the importance of the little things. sage was good for him, and without sage in his life, he became more shallow. so thankfully, the last few months with sage back in his life helped sullivan turn around, and he wanted to give sage anything he wanted. if that was planting flowers around the house, he’d have it. and in this case, if it was another trip to paris, well, he’d have that too. he books everything around 2 am, waking sage up once everything is finalized. their last trip was short, only a few days. so he makes this one longer, putting someone trusted in charge of the grape vine while he’s gone.

he’s amazed that make it in time for their flight, but they do, and being in paris again just feels right. if it weren’t for his business and how at home he felt in seagrove, sullivan wouldn’t have booked a return flight. they’re going out for the night, and sullivan’s just finishing up his hair and putting on the cologne that he knew sage loved. “i’m ready.” he turns to see sage walking in, his eyes looking his boyfriend up and down. “have i told you how good you’ve looked recently? i mean, you always look good. but damn.” his hands take a minute to run down the front of sage’s chest, before slowly buttoning his shirt up for him. “are you gonna tell me what we’re doing tonight, or no?” he smiles softly, delicate fingers pulling the last button through it’s slot. 

[sullivanism]

moodboard 03/??: sullivan & hazel.

instead he whispers to himself like he's talking to an fbi agency of gays: “we got another one.”

[sullivanism]

moodboard 02/??: sullivan & sage.

“do you still love him?” “i’ll always love him.”

[sageed]

sage & sullivan moodboard

“entre deux coeurs qui s’aiment, nul besoin de paroles.”

[hithewalls]

a cute as heck confused matthew

[sullivanism]

hey friends !! just wanted to let everyone know that i’m on hiatus for about two weeks -- right now it’s just a semi, but i’m leaving for vacation at the end of the week ( i’ll make another note then ) so i’m gonna be slow n barley here until then so i just wanted 2 let u guys know !! love u !!!

[sullivanism]

text ✉ open

cassie: you know what i love about austin

cassie: going topless and everybody being chill with it

cassie: before you ask no i wasn't walking down the street half naked it was at a spring pool

sul: i'm glad you cleared that up bc i was gonna ask

sul: you comin' back?