#childlxke

[sortamaliicious]

“You know, I’m starting to think you like attracting unwanted attention,” He revs the engine of his bike, drowning out the police sirens for a second. “Well? Get on!”

🔪 Late Night Starters | @childlxke

[penniesfortheferryman]

@childlxke ;; closed. 

                     Kharon had noticed his hair before his face, or else he might have not gone over and asked, “Is this seat taken?” As the Ferrymen was very slightly aware of who the other might be, though  at the momnet he was more focused on his soul. It was nearly as bright as his hair was and that was quite the sight. Besides he already asked so there was no going back now. So he smiles happily, kindly, at the other male as he waited for a reply.

[sortamaliicious]

“Lemmie guess, a Rimmy Tim fan?” Ryan motions idly to his hair. The vibrant green color reminds him too much of his crew member & it seems like fans pop up far too often these days. Next thing he knows, they’ll start asking annoying questions. 

🔪 Starter Call | @childlxke

[wraithjones]

Childlxke for the url thing?

Ghostie says nice things // @childlxke // accepting

OOC:

We haven’t had a chance to interact all that much IC ( I blame school and general suckery ) but having gone through their writing before following them I can see they seem to capture S.ean really well? From their icons, their writing, and the overall feel of their blog IC and OOC at has a kind of positive, warm, and slightly insecure energy that permeates who j.ack.se.ptic.eye is as a person in his videos and public appearances. Overall, it feels very realistic, respectful– and just nice. 

The mun themselves, though I haven’t interacted with them too much, seems like a really nice, open and sweet person. I really hope they’re doing good in school! Keep your head up bro! And give the blog a follow if you’re comfortable with that kind of stuff. The mun is a sweetie, the muse is a sweetie, just sweeties all around tbh. I hope to interact with them more in the future. 

[help-from-above]

✿ ✿ affection starters. accepting. ✿ ✿ 46. sleepy hug. ;; @childlxke It's nine in the morning, which is a perfectly acceptable time to be awake. The sun is shining, birds are chirping, and the scent of coffee is already coming from the kitchen. It would be a peaceful scene if it weren't for the fact that Ray had been streaming since exactly three o'clock this very morning. It was a charity event that’s finally over, and Ray is happy with the proceeds, so it has all been worth it in the end. That comforting victory does little to diminish the circles under his eyes, the sleepy ruffle to his hair. He comes into the kitchen, finds Sean, and all but collapses.

"I'm so fucking tired, dude," Ray groan. He invites himself right into the other man's space, throwing arms around his shoulders and depending on him to stay up right. Ray's nosed into Sean's neck, leaning heavily against him and nudging their bodies into the kitchen counter. "I am never playing Mario Kart again. I have no idea how many rounds I played with my subs. I'm dead, dude. My legs don't work anymore. You have to carry me for the rest of my life." His voice is a droopy, soft whine as he practically cuddles into Sean, taking in his morning scent. Ray's pretty shameless about being affectionate; not for the attention or something like that, rather, it just feels good and he doesn't care. Sean hasn't thrown him off yet, not that Ray expects him to.

[help-from-above]

“FUCK, you scared the shit out of me!”

Call it his nature, but Ray isn’t exactly one to make a big announcement when he enters a room, closed door or not. He knows Sean’s recording, has been for awhile, and probably doesn’t want to be bothered. But there are more important matters at hand.“I can’t find the-” When Ray opens the door, he’s met with a familiar sight. Sean’s at the computer, blathering on excitedly in his usual way, and has his headphones on. Ray lays a hand down gently on Sean’s shoulder and, somehow, the resulting shriek doesn’t scare him. He’s still got a hand on Sean, looking at him expectantly.

“Sorry, man,” Ray chuckles. He barely sounds sheepish. “I can’t find the television remote. Do you, uhh- You seen it?” Sean’s not been out of the recording room in quite some time, but Ray searched for a devastating five minutes before deciding to outsource for assistance.

[risemcnger-blog]

❛there are certain moments where i consider you someone with brilliant ideas and a good future. this is not one of those moments.❜

Jon could see how the other would think that. He was currently bent over, vomit covering the pavement of an alleyway. As much as he tried to pretend that he was the epitome of grace under pressure, that could not be further from the truth, especially when Irish car bombs were involved. The man spit once, trying to get a bit of the taste from his mouth before wiping his lips with the back of his arm. 

“You can shut the fuck up, and pretend that this never happened,” he said as he stood, eyes staring accusingly at Jack. Maybe a pub crawl to celebrate his first national publication wasn’t the greatest idea. “Why didn’t you stop me?”