#3amhigh

[fakedself]

@3amhigh​

he leans against the closest wall at the bottom of the stairs, crossing his arms and quirking his head. he’s not sure how long he’s been here, watching michael just do his thing ( his room’s a mess, jared quietly notes --- it’s been months after jared’s death, after all. not that he even knows he died. that night was a blur, and all he knew was that he ‘woke up’ in some hospital bed recalling nothing but being stabbed. ) . 

he moves, in hopes of getting michael’s attention, and when it’s not drawn to him ( which is weird. usually, he knows when jared’s around. ) , he speaks. ❛ damn, bitch, ❜ he chuckles softly, ❛ you live like this? ❜

[successfullybedazzledmyfac-blog1]

+3amhigh

[TEXT: Meme boy] Whats up motherfucker im outside ur room let me innnnn

[TEXT: Meme boy] i have flaming hot cheetos and existential memes

[mortyiisms]

@3amhigh x

[ Boy did he know the feeling. Morty fidgeted with his sleeve, offering a nod back to Michael. ] “T-tell me about it...” [ He responded with the same exhaustion, arms dropping to his lap, causing him to hunch over further. ] “...I-I don’t believe ‘normal’ exists. I th-think it’s a stupid construct made up t-to try to keep people in check or something...” [ His forehead meets the desk in front of him. ] “No one’s normal, everyone’s s-some kind of weird and death’s g-gonna come one way or another. Who c-cares about being ‘weird’?”

[fakedself]

@3amhigh

❛ i’m just saying you don’t need to worry about me. ❜ he leans against the counter, tone biting and more acidic than intended. concern manifests itself into a weapon ( that’s all he’s ever known. publicly shown affection was more considered a WEAKNESS than anything else. ) .  ❛ i can handle myself. i don’t need you standing up for me. ❜

[mtndudered-blog]

EXAMINE: TEDDY BEAR

two one player game || accepting

     > you stare at the bear on your floor.     > you know the story behind it, and who it belongs to.     > you pick it up, running a hand along its fur. you remember when he got it. you two snuck out and went to a fair together. he played one of the fair games for almost two straight hours to win that teddy bear for you two to share.

     > you stare at the bear in your hands.     > it stares back.     > it’s your fault he’s gone. and you know it.

     > you put the bear back down.

     > you want your older brother back, not some dumb stuffed animal.

[mortyiisms]

✍️ catch him drawing stars n shit tbh

Touch Starved Meme [ @3amhigh​ ]

✍️ - Write something on my muse

[ At first, the sensation tickled, being written on was such a...unique feeling. But eventually he got used to is as his arm was filled with galaxies and twinkling lights. Or well..not really, but he could use his imagination. Plus, having Michael this close, constantly touching him? Even if it’s just him turning his arm now and then and occasional chaste kisses? He couldn’t complain even a little. 

His heart was warm and he was content to sit here forever if it meant being close like this. They could literally just be touching shoulders and Morty would be over the moon. It was still hard to even believe that Michael returned his feelings. That he wanted to actually wanted to be with Morty as more than just an awkward passing conversation. It blew his mind every time he spent the night and woke up to such an amazing person. And he never wanted to stop.

Just seeing the boy before him sent his heart soaring and his mood skyrocketing. His smile could brighten the world, and if he could, he’d want to see it all the time. He wants to do his best to make Michael as happy as he makes Morty.

He finds himself staring at Michael fondly, and gently catches his attention with his free hand to gently pull him into yet another kiss. This one lingered a little longer than the previous ones, his feelings trying to make themselves known in the gesture. I love you... ]

“Y-you’re amazing, you k-know that?”

[mortyiisms]

❛ i don’t want to live without you. ❜

Send my muse “I don’t want to live without you.” for their reaction. [ @3amhigh ]

[ Morty swears he feels his chest both grow warmer and tighten almost painfully. This kind of treatment...these kind of words...they were completely new experiences that he never thought he’d have the privilege to hear. No matter how many times Michael tells him he’s beautiful or worthy or even when he just hangs around him as long as he has, Morty can’t get used to it. It shocks him to his core every time and brings about mixed feelings of pure elation and great fear.

Why he’s happy is obvious. Everything about the taller boy makes his heart flip wildly in his chest and brings the biggest smiles to his face. What truly scares him is that...maybe none of this is real. Not that he’d ever accuse Michael of lying but, god, he just can’t see why anyone would even bother with him. He’s afraid the other would leave him someday, that it was an inevitability. That he’d lose Michael one way or another and more than likely that it’d be his fault.

This thought process must of slipped out, or Michael can read minds, because his statement just now hit Morty hard, shocking him the most at how...genuine it sounds.

Don’t...don’t say things like this Michael....Don’t make promises like this...You’ll make him actually believe you...He’s too fragile, you have to be careful...because if it turns out you’re just lying.... ]

“I...” [ He wraps his arms around one of Michael’s, one hand lacing their fingers together tightly. He hides his face in Michael’s arm, swallowing hard. ] “I don’t e-either...I’m...I-I’m scared Michael...”