show me something good

lucas souza twenty-one \ bridgemont "no offense, but im so full of love"

[sxuzalucas]

“No, no,” Lucas grumbled as he studied the instructions, pushing his reading glasses up his nose while he studied the riddle of a picture. Not that he needed his glasses on for this, finally figuring out as he flicked through the booklet that Ikea did not give you much to read. The struggle? Real. “I think we start with that piece,” He pointed, a firm direction to Wes. Who knew that someone who spent most of their time figuring out who things work would be struggling hard enough with a TV unit to call for backup. “All these pieces look the same. You’d think they’d number them.” [ @wesmccarthy ]

[sxuzalucas]

Holding onto the steering wheel at a perfect ten and two, Lucas rambled to Bradley over the low hum of his favorite oldies radio station. It was just what he did when he drove to help him concentrate when someone was there. Talking their ear off even if there was no substance to the nonsense. “... And on the card he gave me he’d written, “What do you give an electrical engineer for his birthday? You-”,” Punchline cut off by a sharp laugh, he gathered himself to deliver it like a stand-up comic who was flopping and had to push through to the end in pathetic glory, “Um, okay. “You give him shorts.” Get it? It was the best birthday card I’ve ever received.” [ @bradleymilligan ]

[sxuzalucas]

✉️ cheated ON BROOKEpeen

Bradley: what the fuck is rocky and bullwinkle....

Bradley: i galloped on all fours like a gnarly wendigo just to feel the wind in my gollum sparse hair. sometimes you just have to, you know?

Bradley: thanks. my hero

Lucas: A terrible cartoon that wasn't worth mentioning

Lucas: You never cease to amaze me, Bradley.

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stellacarter:

The clock struck 4:15, and Lucas was officially deemed late by Stella’s (and Ms. Manners’) standards. They had made these plans a full 24 hours ago, but Lucas never missed a date. He never missed anything. He was pretty close to perfect, usually. So, while anger and annoyance swirled as she stood alone, feeling foolish in front of their usual cafe, worry prevailed. Stella headed over to Lucas’ apartment, the only place she figured he’d be right now. She knew his schedule, of course, and he knew hers. Once she got to his door, she took a breath before knocking, then crossed her arms over her chest until the door opened. “Hey, remember me? Your girlfriend? I know, it’s been so long…” @sxuzalucas

His brother had screwed him over. Another parking fine that wasn’t Lucas’ to handle which weighed on his shoulders. The problem he had was saying no. If he was in his brother's position then he’d want help too. He’d need to lie to his parents as best as he could and sully their view of him just a little so that his brother could make it through the month. In the process, he’d worn himself too thin to want anything other than his couch and mind-numbing television shows, forgetting all about his plans with Stella somewhere along the way. It wasn’t until he pulled the door open that it flooded back, rubbing at his forehead in agitation and offering an unenthusiastic, “Sorry.” This was a first for him, not just missing out on a plan but also the bitterness that presented itself in his posture and blank expression. Never had he wanted to put of speaking to her, handling this screw up right now something he wished he could avoid. “Do you want to come in?”

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spencer-hamilton:

“What the fuck do you want? I’m shit out of weed and shit out of fucks. So never mind. Don’t tell me why you’re here.”

Lucas was shaken by the abrupt shift, having not come for weed or any of Spencer’s fucks. All he wanted was simply to ask if he knew the name of the person in the next room over that was disrupting his tutoring session by playing Muse far too loud. As he tried to figure out what to do Lucas remained in the doorway. “I just wanted to ask if this noise is a common occurrence so I know if I have to find somewhere else to take the study session. Does it keep going like this for a while?”

[sxuzalucas]

The sound of someone in the booth behind Lucas scraping their fork on their plate was sending him loopy while he waited for his coffee across from his friend. Usually he steered clear of the stuff, but going back to classes left him a little riled up no matter how prepared he was. He’d be wound up like that until the day of when suddenly everything would be okay, like nothing had ever happened. The more he felt like this, the more he needed someone to get his mind of it and Jude was just that person. “I’m telling you, not every girl loves flowers,” he explained as he folded his coat which laid beside him, mind trailing back to a previous rejection caused by a childish dare, “They die, apparently. A girl I knew thought that was more insulting than charming and so I never got them again-- until now for birthdays and when they’re too nice to pass it up. Why can’t girls get guys flowers? I wouldn’t mind getting some roses every now and again.” [ @plzjude ]

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ohsynclaire:

Writing a manuscript wasn’t easy, but writing without inspiration was just downright dreadful. It didn’t help that Synclaire’s head was spinning from last night’s solo escapade. Work this morning was less to be desired and a cup of her neighbors disgusting coffee just wouldn’t suffice. Nevertheless, powering through it was in true Synclaire fashion. With the waves of indistinct city street chatter and police sirens ghosting over and around the block, concentration became even more and more impossible to maintain. It didn’t matter how many times she told herself to focus. Synclaire’s tiny frame unbalanced itself out on the brim of her fire escape, preparing herself to retreat back into her little apartment, but found herself getting distracted by the silhouette of a familiar figure crossing perpendicular by her  hoping “Yo?” She shouted down to the sidewalk, crossing her fingers in hopes that she snagged their attention. “Aren’t you in my class?”

The last place Lucas wanted to see anyone familiar was on the way to or from meeting his brother, cash stashed in his pockets drawn from the bank account his parents had set up for him and stress overwhelming him each time as he dug the hole deeper. They always met in a coffee shop, his brother discussing the details of his boyfriend and exciting social life while Lucas avoided questions about Stella and picked at his brownie. Making it there had been the easy part today, but he’d already seen two people from high school before the voice of someone rang out. He had to double check even after he recognized the unmistakable hair, pointing to himself. “Me?” He called back at her, “No, but I leant you a pen once and you forgot to give it back.”

[sxuzalucas]

✉️ cheated ON BROOKEpeen

Bradley: slightly disturbing but i'll let you off this time because it's what keith scott would want and sir, yes, sir! crystal clear

Bradley: i think this sign says north wheezeton street. or probably north western street but that would be significantly less cool and tbh kind of disappointing

Lucas: Keith Scott from Rocky and Bullwinkle?

Lucas: North Western? How did you end up there? Okay, I'm going to get in the car.

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connor-roth:

“Uh, they do stuff while dressed up and it’s the best,” He said, now smothering red lipstick on instead. “Like, can you imagine that being your job? Just doing shit while dressed up? Livin’ the dream.”

“If it’s that easy, then why not do it?” Lucas said with gusto, encouraging even if his confusion was latched to the idea. “Obviously, there’s a market for it if people actually do that for their job. You should get into it before it becomes really big.”

[sxuzalucas]

( *&; text; open

Saskia: i may or may not be wasted on a weekday

Saskia: in the immortal words of gucci mane, bitch i might be

Lucas: That means a weekday hangover. Hope you're prepared for that

Lucas: Is that the name of whoever makes Gucci clothes?

[wnq-writers]

You don’t have to be a child to be naïve, you just have to have too much of a good heart.

caseypaganelli (via wordsnquotes)

[sxuzalucas]

✉️ cheated ON BROOKEpeen

Bradley: i don't even know what was going through my mind when i named your contact but apparently you cheated on someone called brooke and apparently i was really angry about it

Bradley: wait nvm. it was a one tree hill reference. considerably regret letting you in on this knowledge

Bradley: just my dorm i'm stranded downtown somewhere in a godless place where uber doesn't work and everyone has lazy eyes. PLURAL.

Lucas: I've never seen it so I can't judge. I've never cheated on anybody, just so we're clear.

Lucas: Where Uber doesn't work? That gives me a clear enough idea. The lazy eyes, not so much. Give me the address and I'll head off in a minute.

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connor-roth:

“I’ve actually gotten that before,” He said with a sigh, ungracefully wiping the color off on his sleeve. “Okay, true… But I’m just sayin’. I could totally do it. Catch me on the next season of Ru Paul,” He grinned. “I’ll be that guy everyone either hates or loves and there’s no in-between. Like the Twilight books. Or camping!”

“Hearing something more than once is usually a sign of something,” Lucas heard what Connor was saying, but the actual concept didn’t quite register. His second hand knowledge of the show from a high school friend wasn’t enough to skate through on. “What do they do on that show except dress up?”

[sxuzalucas]

✉️ open

Bradley: can you give me a ride?

Bradley: not an innuendo btw

Lucas: Where are you headed?

Lucas: I've just got to finish this one paragraph then I can get you.

[sxuzalucas]

( *&; text; open

Saskia: you're fucking dead pal

Saskia: sorry wrong number lmao

Lucas: You had me really worried for a moment

Lucas: You alright?

[sxuzalucas]

connor-roth:

“Do you think this looks good?” Connor murmured as he stuck out his lips, an odd, dark shade of purple on them as he capped the lipstick and stuck it back on the shelf. “Honestly, I think I’d make a good drag queen.”

“I think you’d look nicer in red,” Lucas settled on that after inspecting his lips from where he sat, trying his hardest to spin the negative thoughts he had about the purple lipstick into something positive. “The guys who dress up as women and sing? That takes a little more than lipstick, doesn’t it?”

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grctas:

Greta’s eyes lit up like a box of fireworks the instant he set light to the fuse of her ego, recalling several facts about her, dousing her in the flames of her own self-importance. You are special, you are wanted, you are unforgettable. “Charmed. I love to make an impression,” Greta uttered, her thumb poking at a dimple in his cheek with a soft laugh. “Cute jumper. You’re like a sexy knitwear model. Did you know that’s how Eddie Redmayne started his career? Yeah, he modelled, like, knitted willy warmers.” A disheartened sigh slipped from her lips as Lucas elaborated on his distaste for the taste of her lips, toxic enough to put Britney out of business. “A goal has a goalie, doesn’t mean you can’t score.” 

Put out was an understatement. Greta hated not getting her own way, not having any man she wanted falling at her feet, and when men chose to ignore her passes at them it seemed only to make her more determined. That was the athlete in her, always viewing games in terms of competition. “Irregardless, I respect your decision. Good for you. Tell me how the whole monogamy thing works for you. Where were we? Ah! The honey bees. So the life cycle of the bee has four distinct stages; egg, larva, pupa and adult. And within the colony, there’s these three groups, you have the Queen bee, the worker bee and the drone. The Queen bees are the females that lay eggs, the worker bees are the non-reproductive females, and the drones are just the males, they’re basically the slaves of the hive. Are you with me so far?” She paused, flipping up the display of her phone to re-apply her lipstick. 

Yet again, Lucas caught himself taken aback by how Greta’s words seemed to fly at him. Knocking any response out of him other than a few hums. Eddie Redmayne? It wasn’t a name that he could recall, but the thought was enough. Tangled up in there somewhere was a compliment and he gave and appreciative grin for that. Seldom was Lucas lost for words, her jab at his relationship and the analogy about goalies that he didn’t quite understand had put him in the place. Staring on as she gave him a lesson better on bees better than he could’ve imagined. “Yeah, I’m following, but let me pull it back just a second,” He motioned the intentions with his fingers rolling back like a rewind. “What’s the big problem with monogamy? You don’t seem too happy about it and I’m curious.”