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Laoise by Strangelove 1981 http://ift.tt/2CN7Lla

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HANG US IN THE LOUVRE. down the back, but who cares? still the louvre. 

i. a pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life. ii. so let's do all the stupid shit that young kids do. iii. blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you. iv. this is where i keep you in my mind, i need you to be free. v. the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it's you, and that you're standing in the doorway. vi. i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you. vii. i wanna know, what's the weather like in new york? viii. she's the tear in my heart, take me higher than i've ever been. ix. i get down on my knees for you. x. i've got angels all around me, they keep me surrounded. xi. we don't have to say i love you to say i love you. xii. i'll believe it all, i won't let go of your hand. xiii. i love you, babe, so bad. xiv. we are more than the sum of our parts. xv. i'll swim out to wherever you are. xvi. we're all getting older, wishing we were young. xvii. thank you for making me stronger than most. xviii. i love you more than you think.

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LILLIAN ZHANG/SAM WALKER + HIGHJACKING EACH OTHER'S SOCIAL MEDIA

"Are you guys ever not together?" "Rarely."

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MEET JASON MORGAN, A TWENTY-FOUR YEAR OLD LAW STUDENT WHO LOOKS A LITTLE BIT LIKE MATTHEW DADDARIO.

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@jpmorgan: last night i ate spaghetti off the floor because i couldn't lose that too @jpmorgan: save the fucking ice caps @jpmorgan: stop fucking up things if you're not gonna fix them.

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• Grew up in a family of superheroes, so has always been immersed to the whole world of heroism • Spent so many years of his childhood waiting for his powers to show up only to sadly accept the fact that they skipped his generation • Constantly told by his extended family that he was beyond brilliant and very clever, and ate up all the compliments with pride • Went into high school with an overly idealistic school view, expecting to be good at everything and to change the world • This ended up being half-true - he was good at everything, but he learned quickly that he couldn’t make one lick of a difference • He took pretty much every class he could because he had no idea what he wanted to do, just that he wanted to help people - Psychology, Sociology, Law, Environmental Studies, Humanities, Journalism, Politics, Family Studies • He ended up learning two things from all of these classes. One: that the world was absolutely and utterly fucked up the ass, and two: that no one was going to do anything about it • Decided he was going to be a superhero whether or not he had powers, if only because the world fucking needed all the help it could get • Started training with his other non-powered family members (sans his sister) to be as super as he possibly could be

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• Constantly exhausted and depressed, but who wouldn't be in his position? • Fighting against the world, but the world's won • Feels very entitled to everything he wants - both in terms of revenge and in general material possesions • Constantly spewing one profanity or another in his speech • Hates both millenials and baby boomers? Really just hates all generations • In law school merely because he's unsure what he's going to do when he finishes his education, so is prolonging it for as long as possible • Isn't sure if he's afraid of leaving his town because he thinks everyone's reliant on him or because he's reliant on everyone else • Afraid of the unfamiliar • The definition of chaotic good • Has a superhero code of conduct - which is essentially just to do whatever he wants to criminals that doesn't kill them, and to always return them to the police alive - but has come close to breaking it one or two times • Isn't sure if he's a very, very bad person or a very, very good one • Has never relaxed a day in his life

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Dad ✉ why is rachel here Rachel ✉ can we talk about your heartbreak when im not literally bleeding out the side of my fucking face Walt ✉ pick up i know you’re a superhero

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in a room full of art, i’d still stare at you.

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▲ five time my muse thought about kissing yours, and the one time they did. agan jovia thanks

Five times Josh thought about kissing Olivia “Liv” Roberts, and one time he did.

i.

Okay, so he knows it’s stupid or whatever to want to kiss her right after they just met. Which is why he’s not going to do it. I mean, not that he isn’t stupid, because there are a couple of guys on the football team that have witnessed things that can’t be unseen, but he’s not going to be stupid anymore. Well, at least not when it comes to this. Because he thinks he might actually like her, you know? And, to be honest with you, he doesn’t know exactly what that means, or even if it’s going to lead anywhere, but he’s not about to mess up his shot within the first meeting.

He’s gotta be honest, though - it wasn’t the easiest. Because she was just sitting there, talking about him falling in love with her while he was locked away in prison and romanticizing her through her letters, and at some points their heads were too close together to be doing anything but kissing, and it was all a bit disorienting, if he was real with you.

The only thing that stopped him was the realization that he still had to go to football practice, and the inability to convince himself that his coach would accept talking to a very cute girl as an excuse for being late that. And even that barely stopped him. Josh kept talking to her as he stood up and shuffled toward his gym bag, his eyes not leaving her for a second. Even when she convinced him to get off of the bleachers and run through the field, Josh barely jogged, still laughing and talking and looking back as he eventually sped up.

He wanted to keep talking to her. He wanted to hear about her dumb hypothetical scenarios where he ended up the pining idiot (which, as time went by, began looking less and less hypothetical). He wanted to kiss her, and it was pretty hard trying to convince himself not to.

It was worth it, though. He probably shouldn’t have been so sure of that right away, but he was. He liked hearing her talk too much for it to not be.

ii.

Josh had almost a schedule, which was saying something for someone who sort of did everything haphazardly. but his almost schedule went a little like this: Monday through Wednesday he for sure spent with the football team, unless someone else specifically asked to sit with them, and then he sat with them because, like, he’s not an asshole. Friday he sometimes sat with the football team, but only if they were going out later that night or there was a game and they needed to plan pre-party shit. Otherwise, he was on the far right bleachers with just him and his sandwich.

Thursday, though. Thursday was a god’s day. Thursday Josh had always spent by himself, every single time, without fail. If anyone asked, he just told them he had something planned. The football team had fallen out of the habit of asking, knowing that he was always, always, going to pick his turkey sandwich and the far right bleachers over them every time. He needed that day to pull himself out of the stupid facade that was Badlands Prep, needed time to get away from things that people kept treating as important or ground-shattering. Thursday was his alone day.

Which is why he couldn’t understand why the girl from the other day was walking over to him right that second.

“So,” she said as she sat down, as if she hadn’t just interrupted a boy mid-bite of a sandwich and clearly isolating himself. “I realized I never finished going over the theories with you the other day, and my dad brought up a good one today at breakfast this morning that I really think you’d appreciate.”

As Liv went on about her theory - which was that he was in a very elaborate game of truth or dare, one of which being that he had to pretend that he was a museum statue that had somehow gotten out - Josh tried his best to surreptitiously swallow the morsel in his mouth and came across a striking realization.

He was having a really good time. Like, actually, a really good, non-exhausting time.

And the more she talked about his inability to control himself, the more he wanted to kiss her.

“Right? Because you seem like the kind of guy that would get carried away with that kind of thing.”

Josh only nodded, a huge smile on his face. “Yeah, uh. You’re right about that.” He handed her half of his sandwich, a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. “But have you considered this theory?”

They talked until the bell rang, and barely made it time for class.

iii.

They had spent too long flirting to not finally go on some kind of date. Along the same vein, they spent way too long talking about the different ways they could break into the MOMA to not go there for their first official date.

He felt almost nervous. He felt like he should have been nervous. They literally met because her dad arrested him for being cross-faded and breaking into their date spot in the middle of the night. He insisted on driving his clunky, atrocious, cherry red car through New York streets, and it was pulled up in front of her apartment building. He was standing in front of her door either severely underdressed or severely overdressed, considering they never discussed a dress code, and he had no idea who was going to open it. And yet, he wasn’t the least bit nervous.  

Maybe Liv had cast a spell on him. Some kind of un-nervous-ifying, un-exhausting, unable-to-stop-smiling-until-his-face-physically-hurt kind of spell. It only made sense.

And when she opened the door, Josh realized it was the only logical explanation.

She appeared in what must have been a haze of glory, but was more likely just Josh being able to focus on anything except her. She was beautiful. She was more than beautiful. Beautiful didn’t even begin describing how she looked. She was art, and Josh could only think of two things.

One: How could he have possibly gone this long without knowing her, dating her, doing this?

And two: How much he really wanted to kiss her right then.

Instead, he only stuck out his arm, already feeling his cheeks hurting from smiling too much, and said, “Ready to go? MOMA’s not gonna break into itself and all.”

iv.

Time was always a weird concept for Josh. When he was running - on the field, from the cops, anything that got his heart pumping - time kicked into hyperdrive. He was moving at the speed of light suddenly, laughter trailing behind him. When he was drunk - like, really drunk - time moved in sort of jump cuts, from one moment to another with no connection between the two. Trying to be sober when you really wanted to be drunk was like being frozen in time, like moving through molasses, except not moving at all. Parties themselves existed in a world outside of time, a weird subsection that didn’t fall under any of the above. 

He had, however, never experienced the slowing of time. And it seemed he kind of liked it.

The date couldn’t have been more than an hour or two in, and every moment felt like a lifetime, holding a million conversations per each minute that went by. He was on autopilot, but not in the sense that he had checked out. Rather, the words and stories and laughter spilled so easily from his mouth he didn’t even have to stop to think about them. Everything about Liv seemed more and more unreal.

It took everything in him not to kiss her. Like, he knew he said that a lot that day, but wow was it real this time. Because every time she moved, laughed, shook her head and smiled at his awful jokes, it was in slow motion. Like every sign in the world was telling Josh that this was his chance, that he had to seize it before it ended, and he was going to do it, too. He had to, right? 

But then she burst out laughing at a naked statue’s penis and the mood quickly shifted. 

Maybe that was for the best.

v.

The night came to a close before either of them could fully accept it, with reluctant “I should probably bring you back now, right?”s and “it’s getting late, my dad might wonder where I am”s stumbling over each other on their way to the realization that the date had to end at some point.

“One of these days,” Josh said with a striking amount of confidence as he walked Liv back up to her apartment, “I’m taking you somewhere better.”

Liv only raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Somewhere better than the MOMA? The world-famous MOMA?”

Josh was diligent in his answer, not missing a beat. “Yep.” He stopped to look at her for a second, smiling like an idiot before adding, “maybe I’ll take you to The Louvre.”

“The Louvre?”

“Yeah. The Louvre.”

“Sounds expensive,” was all she said. “What if the trip there puts you in debt, and then we’re stuck in France forever?”

“Then I’ll take up a job at a street performer,” he said with an amazing amount of conviction. 

This brought out a chuckle in her. “Can you even street perform?”

Josh shrugged. “I mean, how hard can it be?” Freezing in his tracks, Josh began a poor, almost comical mime-in-the-box presentation. He bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing as he resumed his position Liv’s side. “See? We’ll be fine.”

An even louder laugh this time. “Okay, it’s settled. We’re doomed. We’re going to be stuck in Paris forever with no way of getting home, all because you tried to one up the MOMA.”

They had reached Liv’s apartment, and they were both stalling for time and were completely aware of the fact. Josh released her hand so that she could unlock the door, but leaned forward until their heads were nearly touching again. “If it helps,” he said, his eyes lighting up as he spoke, “there are worse things than being stuck in Paris with a cute girl named Liv.”

He should have kissed her, but he didn’t. He had bigger plans.

vi.

Driving back to the MOMA and then driving around looking for a dollar store in his dumb, clunky car was the worst idea Josh had ever had. Well, maybe not the worst, because Josh has had some pretty stupid ideas, but it was up there, for sure. It was all for a dumb, stupid, dorky joke that she probably wasn’t even going to find that funny, but he had to do it, you know? He couldn’t not do it.

When he returned to his door, he found his heart pounding like it was about to beat out of his chest. He held the picture in the cheap ornate frame closer to his chest, as if it could quell the sound of his heartbeat. When she opened the door, though, a gigantic grin spread across his face like it was instinct, like that was his body’s natural reaction to just seeing her.

God, he was fucking wrecked.

“What are you doing?” Liv said slowly, but as her eyes fell on the picture frame, a small smile of realization spread across her face, and she covered her mouth with her hand.

“Well, I thought I’d get you something from the MOMA. As a date present,” Josh said, outstretching his hands and presenting the picture in all its glory. “Don’t worry, I didn’t steal it.” He gave her an overdramatic wink and then added, “I just bought it from the gift shop and threw it in a cheap frame.” Another dramatic wink.

Liv was already on the verge of belly laughter, he could tell.

“I-” she began to say something, but instead took the picture and sat it on a wall behind the door. When she turned back, the two of them wore matching ear-to-ear smiles, not needing to say anything - not being able to find anything that would quite communicate what they were feeling for each other in that moment.

And that was when he kissed her. And, okay, maybe it was too soon, and maybe it was stupid, but it also would’ve been stupid if he didn’t kiss her. He had to do it, you know? There wasn’t an option this time.

And when her hands found their way to Josh’s hair, and their teeth clanked together from smiling so hard, and his arms wrapped around her waist, Josh realized that (for what might have been the first time in his life) his gut instinct was right.

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“I just think there’s somebody better out there for you.” “I think I can make you happy.” “That’s a great story. Can I eat it?” “Oh, I forgot how hot (they) are.” “Are they still looking for us?” “Thank you. I had a wonderful night.” “I knew you’d move on. I knew it, and yet it still hurts.” “So you never had feelings for me at all, is that it?” “This time, I will write those letters. I won’t just disappear.” “You never wanted me. I’ve accepted that.” agan jovia

“I just think there’s somebody better out there for you.” 

“Yeah, there is! My prison spotter turned boyfriend. Come on, Liv, aren’t you listening?”

“I think I can make you happy.” 

“I mean, yeah.” Josh ducked your head, smiling so hard that even that didn’t help. “Even I could tell you that.”

“That’s a great story. Can I eat it?” 

“Wait, hold on.” His laugh drowned out the majority of his words, but he struggled to keep going. “Let me finish. So, like, after I prove my amazing escape artist skills, I break back into prison, where you’re waiting for me with all the letters you wrote me - one for every day of the year.”

“Oh, I forgot how hot (they) are.”

“Yeah, me too,” Josh said wistfully, leaning against a marble statue. “We haven’t been to the MOMA in so long. I hope my boyfriend, the thinking man, can forgive me.” 

Are they still looking for us?” 

Josh peaked his head out of Andy’s bathroom, which opened to nothing more than a few couples lazily making out in the hall, and no longer his angry football friends. “Nah, we’re good,” he said as he popped back in, leaning forward until their foreheads touch. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Thank you. I had a wonderful night.” 

“Don’t thank me. Thank your dad for arresting me.” Josh paused for a moment, scrunching up his face before adding, “yeah, that came out weirder than I thought.”

“I knew you’d move on. I knew it, and yet it still hurts.” 

“It’s okay. I take the time to visit your house after the funeral of your trophy husband, and me and my spotter turned boyfriend make sure to make sure you’re okay and even offer to cancel our honeymoon to stay with you so you don’t feel alone.”

“So you never had feelings for me at all, is that it?” 

“That’s not what I said! All I said was that I moved on pretty quickly after you stopped writing to me because, hey, I’m pretty attractive.” He stopped to receive his well-deserved glare and laughed before adding, “but come on. I could never fully get over you.”

“This time, I will write those letters. I won’t just disappear.” 

“So we’re going full Notebook, huh? Yeah, I’m into that. Kind of unoriginal, though.”

“You never wanted me. I’ve accepted that.” 

Josh pursed his lips together, pretending to think about it. “Yeah, that’s a pretty good dramatic speech, but think about it like this: You say that, but before you can finish, I cut you of with a long, passionate kiss, and you realize that I’ve wanted you this whole time.”

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things you said when you were drunk - SOY

Joy was an absolute mess as she stumbled into her room, where Sophie had been waiting, impatient to hear about the cast party Joy was so excited about. She was let in by one of Joy’s many siblings - she couldn’t remember which - and was completely taken aback by the hazy figure that stood in the doorway, humming and laughing as she tried her best to lean against the pale pink door frame. 

“How was the party?” Sophie said with a raised eyebrow, though her tone made it clear that she already knew the answer.

Joy choked on a giggle, with what emerging resulting in a cross between a laugh and a hiccup. “Sooo- hic- goood, Soph. I really wish you were there!”  With that, she collapsed on to the end, taking fist fulls of the sheets into her hand to catch her fall..

“Uh, no. Then we’d have two hopelessly drunk girls in this house. How’d you get past your mom, anyway?”

“She’s- hic- already asleep. I paid Malia twenty dollars to sneak me in.” Joy raised a finger to her lips, clearly proud of herself. “Shhhhhhh. Don’t tell.”

“I won’t have to if you keep talking like that. Keep your voice down.”

Joy only nodded dumbly, barely stifling a giggle before rolling around on the bed. “Henry looked really good,” she said matter-of-factly, her smile still taking up the entirety of her face.

“I’m sure he did,” Sophie said as she began pulling out the blankets to lay on top of Joy.

“So did, um, someone else. I don’t remember who. And me, of course. And you, but you weren’t there. You just always look nice. And smell nice. And look nice.”

“It’s my shampoo,” Sophie said, her brain on autopilot as she forced a pillow underneath Joy’s head.

“I loooooveee you.”

“I love you, too, Joy. Now please get some rest.”