#almostthelivingdead

[the-brothers-grim]

almostthelivingdead and duskisdown started following you

Oh, uh... hi?

[sugar-pil]

almostthelivingdead started following you

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii thereeee~

[melxncholix]

♣three are in despair♣

{♣}—"Are. . . did you want to sit here?  I-I'll move."  He said softly as he started to stand from the bench he normally slept on.

opheliacmuses deathandhurt

[decoratedxemergencies]

"will you be quiet now?" (enemy version >:))

Ryan was surprised to say the least, shocked might have been a better word for it though. His eyes were wide as the other had pinned him up against the wall and kissed him. Lots of things go through his mind at that moment, what the fuck, why the hell are we kissing, this wasn’t normal. Finally he had the sense to shove Flynn off of him -because he obviously didn’t enjoy that whatsoever- ”What the fuck is wrong with you?! What the hell!” He yelled.

[decoratedxemergencies]

"Make me!" (( I have no idea what you could do with this but ))

"I said," Ryan glared at him and stepped closer. "Shut the fuck up." He said slowly and shoved Flynn on his chest. He wasn’t in the mood for this today, he’d been through enough shit today. He’d been caught in the rain, twice, someone had stolen his wallet, and his car broke down. It definitely wasn’t his day

[loganxandrews]

I don't think I've seen you around, you look kinda young. (hi! im not good at these but hellooooo /.\)

Logan looked over and bit his lip. “I-I’m not that young…I-I’m s-seventeen..” He mumbled. (Lol hi)

[decoratedxemergencies]

(idk how i unfollowed u accidentally? but i fixed it woo) also, "closet" :V

7 Minutes in heaven! My muse has drawn your number! Send me “closet” and I’ll generate a number to see what our muses do while stuck in the closet for 7 minutes.

4 - Make out session.

"So..um yeah I guess, we just… Yeah." Ryan mumbled awkwardly before slowly leaning in towards Flynn in case he changed his mind, he’d said before that they didn’t have to do this but whatever. This was just insanely awkward. Finally after what seemed like forever Ryan felt the other’s mouth press against his.

[decoratedxemergencies]

Flynn came loudly down the stairs, a flashlight in his shaking hand. He wasn't shaking because he hated cellars, or the dark, but it was what he saw that frightened him. "R-Ryan?!" He said, alarmed. Flynn ran down the stairs and got on his knees beside him, holding the back of his head. He had a million questions. A million emotions. "Ryan- what hurts?" He said, knowing that was the most practical thing to say at a time like this. He tried not to shine the light in his face, and spoke quietly.

Ryan knew he had been drifting in and out of consciousness so when he heard Flynn speak- he definitely said something, Ryan just didn’t really know what- he thought he was imagining the whole thing. He attempted to open his eyes and speak after feeling Flynn’s hand supporting his head but his whole body felt like it weighed a ton. He couldn’t move at all and the most he could get out was a groan from the pain when he tried to move. Ryan didn’t remember anything about how he got here or where he even was.