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❛ christ, for the HUNDREDTH time-- the bullshit allergy is real & in full swing. i’m not in the mood. ❜

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@becauseofgansey. *starter call.
❛ christ, for the HUNDREDTH time-- the bullshit allergy is real & in full swing. i’m not in the mood. ❜
❧ (becauseofgansey)
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14. our little shits carve pumpkins together
joseph kavinsky has never carved a pumpkin– he grew up in a bougie, new - money household. the closest he had ever come to a ‘real halloween’ experience was running around in an outrageously EXPENSIVE pirate outfit while his mothers’ actress friends & his fathers’ towering partners - in - crime drank champagne & spoke about subjects not suitable for a six year old boy.
he’d never carved a pumpkin & he certainly hadn’t expected his first time to be with lynch
get the FUCK out of my house, guy--
shut up & take a fucking pumpkin, asshole.
it was.. he didn’t like the word WEIRD-- he was as weird as they came, THIS wasn’t weird-- & ‘odd’ wasn’t right. unexpected. it was all very unexpected. he didn’t want to at first but now he’s leaning on the counter, staring at ronan-- the boy looking up at him with a glare was all he needed to know that that’s indeed what he’d been doing-- as he carves into the tough skin. kavinsky grins, all teeth & challenging eyes before he’s going back to slowly & meticulously shaving away layer upon layer of orange flesh, carving out the curve of ronan’s jaw, the hollow of his eyes, the bridge of his nose, the downward tilt of his lips.
getting the hair right was a bitch-- it took a good minute for him to discover he had to settle with texturizing instead of carving away. he turns the hulking thing to the side a bit, carving out a speech bubble, filling it with the words: I ♡ DICK. he puts a last few finishing touches, casually glancing to ronan’s face & back down until he’s done. he turns it around & stands from the stool he’d been perched on, motioning to the pumpkin
❛ LOOK it’s a perfect resemblance !! ❜