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[chaosjunge]

Zeit ist relativ.

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[thesoulbound]

Blink Twice 😂

[guscaldwcll]

who: GUS & JD. @jcksonfields

where: Mardi Gras parade.

when: during the February NOLA 2024 trip.

Gus had always loved celebrating Mardi Gras back in Merrock, so getting to do it in New Orleans was even better. Even though it was February, Gus felt sticky and hot as he made his way through the crowd that was beginning to gather. The city was bright, buzzing with a strong, boozy energy that pumped life and excitement into the surrounding area. Gus was looking for JD at the spot that agreed to meet up at to watch the parade go by. It didn't take long before he saw the familiar face. "Hey man! Didn't think I'd be able to find you with how many people are here," Gus spoke with a laugh as he greeted the younger man. Gus didn't know what to expect, but he was starting to feel a little overwhelmed. And in true Mardi Gras fashion, there were dozens of people throwing beads to anyone (but mainly women) willing to expose themselves to the crowds. "Are you excited for this?"

[bloodykneestm]

jason dean knows how to go unnoticed, how to make himself blend into the background, avoid suspicion, wipe the prints, keep his mouth shut, and after his signature, extreme display on his first day of school, he’s been careful to be nothing short of invisible on the day following heather chandler’s tragic suicide. but veronica exits the cafeteria and he emerges from the shadows with a cigarette and a smirk, shuffling off a few layers of pretense. he locks eyes with her and takes a long drag from his cigarette before speaking. “hey, doll-face--” smoke billows past pink lips, smirk transforming into smile behind the smoke. “you goin’ my way?”

@euphoriabled​ / starter call! 

[rainydanes]

my hips don’t lie

[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

*vibrates*

I GOT AN IDEA FOR THE SUBSCRIBER SPECIAL.

[empirelines]

      He’s munching on a croissant, it’s part of the PERKS of working at the coffee store. Display items and their sell-by dates and his insistence that they shouldn’t go to waste. The flakes of pastry do their best to make an utter mess, his shirt flickered with crumbs that cling to the fabric instead of the floor. He brushes them off, a hand swiping over a slight tummy. “ Be honest. Have I put on weight? ” He asks, making sure to chew and swallow before he continues. “ I haven’t been running as much as I should. And I really like running, that’s not the issue. But I’ve been so tired lately, and I think it’s because I haven’t been eating enough, so well, now I’m eating more. Or maybe I’m just tired because I’m getting older. ” A pause. “ What do you think? ” @storytcller