#bshittyknights

[dereknursey]

facebook nicknames in the "SMH 😜😈💦💯" gc

jack: [cries in québécois]

bitty: Eric Richard Bittle-Carter-Knowles

nursey: registered flex offender

dex: Boy Who Lived But Really Would've Preferred A Swift Death™

chowder: ☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

lardo: Lards No Cheese 🍆💦

ransom: Vanilla Ice But Not White

holster: Vanilla Ice But White (so, like, Vanilla Ice)

shitty: The Big Shibowski

[asterlark]

yfip: clare @bshittyknights

-so cute!!!!! her selfies are always so good wtf -her main and check please blogs are both great like,, consistency a+ -literally so funny & great to talk to -makes great posts!! especially about aus like damn the pacific rim one made me tear up a lil -just really nice and an overall great person tbh

[midoriiya]

yfip: clare edition

is adorable

has the only opinions I trust like she’s never Wrong and I love her

secret (not so secret) nerd

loves luke Whinny Teen skywalker

is my twin and I’m 98% sure we have never actually disagreed

[zimmbonibits]

Whoops, my hand slipped

[desertpups]

My Tumblr Crushes:

wearitcounts

bshittyknights

legojacques

lardoduandefencesquad

daisyriidleyy

spacegaysian

subspacerogers

lovebitty

buckypupbarnes

[poindexte-blog]

Everybody calls you Larissa outside of the hockey team. And so does Camilla, in your left ear, where everything is louder, when she has her arms around your own.

“You’re holding it wrong,” Camilla says, and parts your thumb from your index finger, traces your knuckle until your grip loosens. You’ve talked to her enough to know that she’s smiling, edges of her mouth pulled up, sweet. You move a little—now your cheeks are pressed together. She’s not wearing foundation, today.

Something lodges tighter in your throat, but it’s alright, a laugh will fix everything. “I’m sorry, at least I know how to hold a pencil,” you point out, remembering the awkward angle she writes in, her need to flex her wrists every half hour or so. You like her hands. She’s good with a racket, this racket, the one you’re holding with her fingers on top of yours.

“We can’t all be artists like you, Larissa,” Camilla says. “You’ll need to leave some room for the rest of us.”

Her smile’s bright when you turn around, face to face with her, leaning closer.

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[midoriiya]

did you guys know that me and clare are actually twins and I love her very much

[brandnewfashion]

so many things in the update killed me but I think what killed me the most is the fact that there are “so many [pairs of bitty’s] shorts” in jack’s apartment right now