#ahp starter

[coffinofglass]

Dragging around your bodyweight in books will mess up your back. And shoulders. And other parts. 

[aslovelyasyourname]

Sing Me a Song || Cookies and Cream AU

What Ella had pictured before venturing out this night was a quiet lounge with people singing softly. Maybe it’d be like a singalong. But the voices would all be nice, and the songs would be nice, and the place would be nice. What Ella got, instead, was a loud, sticky bar with drunk people stumbling up to the stage and singing songs she mostly did not know very well. She would not have minded any one of those things--except perhaps the stickiness--but in combination, they were trying her somewhat.

Still, it was hard to deny the excitement on Lise’s face. She’d been in such a funk after her breakup, and the other girls said a night out would pep her back up, adn they were right. She was whooping loudly as the next person got up on stage, choosing his song. She didn’t bother to watch, eyes fixed on her Shirley Temple--Ella did not know how they managed to get her in without an ID, but she didn’t want to push any more rules-- rather than at the awful smell radiating from the next table over. 

At once, the guitar riff rang through the bar. Lise, the rest of their co-workers, and more than half the bar began to cheer anew, whoops raining down on the singer. And then, he began to sing.

“Can’t explain all the feelings that you’re makin’ me feeeel...” The firs thing she noticed was that his accents was very crisp. She wondered if maybe he was British. But that thought was soon overtaken by another one--he was actually a a decent singer. Sure, his words slurred a little, but his voice, it was...well, it was quite lovely. Slowly, she turned to look up, and much to her surprise, it was an ordinary, if very handsome, boy about her age. He had a tuft of hair sticking straight up, a leather jacket, and he was doing something with his hips that nearly made Ella choke on her drink.

For the rest of the verse at least, Ella watched with a combination of confusion and fascinating. He was a very, very good singer, it turned out. Ella hadn’t heard a good singer yet tonight, so she was surprised, and that surprise had her staring at him rather directly.

[arielelsahave-blog]

... I used the wrong hand, didn’t I.

[peterpirateyoung]

I should never have come to this stupid place.

[horseboyjeffreys]

text: open

WJ: I need help.

[zeroziva-blog]

Text: Open

ZB: When you realize that you're the DUFF.

[coffinofglass]

I feel like my ear might be on fire. Long phone calls are kind of ridiculous. 

[itsgeorgiaduh-blog]

Sweetie, I’m gonna do whatever the hell I want. And that means I’m gonna keep popping my gum. I suggest you shut up.