#beardsway

[belasso]

btw if u see beard doing something bad PLEASE DO call ted so he can come stop him

[bodyhorrorsa]

seeing miss carol on my dash like……..the good ole days…

BRING HER BACK RN 🗣️🗣️ I loved your Carol so much!!!!

[calithal]

hi please don’t make me rewatch descendants 1 2 and 3 and reread the books <333 bc i will <333

:D that's my goal and my favorite

[klarsynt]

@beardsway sent: ❛  talk  to  me .     tell  me  what  happened .  ❜

silence falls thick and heavy around the two men. umber hued gaze drifts slowly towards his companion, lingering for the briefest moment before flickering away again. it's hard to look directly at him. it's hard to meet his inquiring eyes and look at the earnestness there. so he doesn't. he looks down at the floor. emil bounces his foot as he sits forward, resting his forearms on his knees. ❝ it's not worth talking about, ❞ he mumbles dismissively.

he knows it's a pathetic deflection even as the words leave his lips. he blinks rapidly and sits up again with a heavy sigh. emil rubs at his eyes with his palm, then pushes hair away from his face. he's fidgeting. it isn't helping his case, he's sure. ❝ i fucked up. but i'm always fucking up so that's nothing new. doesn't matter. ❞

[bykacie]

sign: hey you want me to kill that guy for you? (he says...jokingly)

@beardsway

There’s a giggle that comes from Forrest almost immediately, and a hand goes to cover his lips. The sign has been a little secret between the both of them, almost as if it was a secret language made only for them. It had been years, and Beard still used it this way. It made him feel so special.

“You can’t talk like that, you promised you wouldn’t go to jail again.” Instead of signing, he leans over to whisper. “Maybe next time.”

[bykacie]

sign: you’re not a monster. 

@beardsway

There is an agitated little cry that comes from him then, because the response just feels pedantic. Maybe Forrest is not technically a monster, but that doesn’t change the way he feels. It doesn’t change how terrible everything feels sometimes, and the fact that he is somehow always at the center.

‘Maybe monster is the wrong word. Maybe cursed. I don’t know, but there is something wrong with me and I’m tired of having to deal with it.’ His legs are bouncing, anger and sadness turning into adrenaline or energy of some sort. Whatever it is, it doesn’t feel good. ‘It’s exhausting.’

[bykacie]

sign: you’re not fine.  you’re clearly not fine.  and you don’t have to keep saying that you are.

@beardsway

It’s actually the worst part about being known. There’s no way for him to just lie through his teeth, and with Beard, he can’t even do it with his hands. The two of them are friends, which is such a good thing, and such a curse all at the same time.

(The last time anyone had seen him so clearly was Dustin, and Forrest isn’t sure he knows how to handle that.)

‘I’m sad.’ Which is really not much better than saying that he’s fine, because the sad part was obvious. ‘I am tired of human beings and I hate them. Except for you.’

[desafia]

@beardsway sent: [ INVITE ] receiver walks into sender’s room hoping to crawl in bed with them. 

nights are restless. they always have been. her nightmares have long since been nothing but recollection, thorn-wrapped memories. in the scant hours when she does manage to succumb to slumber's serene arms all that awaits her are those horrible remembrances. so she doesn't sleep. as much as she can help it, she avoids it, but even the most manic energy runs out eventually. and so it brings her here. she pads silently towards beard's door. fingertips are delicate as she pushes it open inch by slow inch. without a word she walks across the threshold. she doesn't stop until she is right next to his bed. magnolia stands over him, waiting for his eyelashes to flutter open. there it is. his brainwaves wrap around her with warmth as both consciousness and recognition dawn in his eyes. she lifts her hand and points at the empty space beside him, a silent question.