#endymions

[crtalley]

VERV can you add me to the tag list for bearskin 🥺

Absolutely Isa! tysm!! ♥

[svpportive]

i tried to send a fucking ask and it made me unfollow you. anyways, thoughts on 2010-2013 era one direction

omg that’s so unfortunate I hate this hellsite!!!! I miss that era every damn day it was so much fun it was so easy we got so much content on a daily basis I could turn on the radio and hear one thing, for a final project in home ec I cross stitched a live while we’re young keychain it was a happier time

[mightythor]

14th of September

These notes are almost a week old but here they are now! I’ve been dealing with a lot of stress and anxiety this week, and I’m currently handling it by watching Queer Eye and crying over the love in this show. I have a monologue outline and a medieval english memorization due on monday wish me luck!

Death by a Thousand Cuts - Taylor Swift 🎧

[lapleuvoir]

do you know the "troubled birds" memes? pick one that applies for each of the characters in mistwood!

I LOVE THIS QUESTION TYSM FOR SENDING IT ISA

ok ok ok ok here we go yeehaw !!

Liliana:

Cian:

Koi:

Antoinette:

Finn:

Xander:

Zeke:

Zlei’sha:

[tatstudies]

🍇+ 🍑for my studyblr endymionstudies! congrats on 2k !

thank you, isa! ♡ 

[send me a 🍑 for a random fact about me] i have a seriously sweet tooth and it’s my rule to eat something chocolate-y after dinner. without that i just don’t feel like i’ve had a proper meal. this fact has caused some problems in the past

[send me a 🍇 for a movie/tv series rec based on your tumblr] this. or, in all seriousness, bright star, 2008 

☆ 2k celebration! ☆

[rpschtuff]

hi! im using your blog directory page at endymionstudies/directory and i lengthened the filters bar and added a second updates block and when i scroll for blogs it hits a bar and doesnt scroll together with the sidebar. is there a way to fix this, or is it a side effect of lengthening the sidebar? it only happens when you scroll up and have your mouse over the blocks.

Hey! So that theme wasn’t coded with a long sidebar in mind, since this is honestly an older code when I knew very little about what I was doing. There are some simple tweaks you can do to make it work.

First, find

body {

and add the line

overflow-y: scroll;

into that section. Then, find

#container {

and remove the same line, 

overflow-y: scroll;

Now it should all scroll as one, and the filters should still work.

Let me know if you have any further issues!

[thephysicistgirl]

Hi!! I saw you’re a masters in phyics (im endymionstudies you rbed my search post) and im having trouble with a vector question can you help me 😭

Yes, sure, just send a pm :)

[poisonbooknerd]

Dust and Shadows

for @katabasiss

for @endymions ‘s Title Exchange.

I am so sorry!

He was staring at her again. Darcy wasn’t sure what to do. He was just looking and looking and looking at her and she liked it but she was still a little creeped out by it. She herself had been staring at him whenever he looked away. God, he was attractive. With the rugged  type of face that most people would not like, much less love like she thought she felt, there was always something to look at.

But maybe this time one of them would do something. With graduation right around the corner, someone needed to do something and Darcy was getting impatient. She was still too scared to do anything just yet but she was nearing her limit. The fluorescent lights hit him so perfectly. She could see the tension in his shoulders. His whole body was tense. It was like he was anticipating something to hit him. Darcy was about to go up to him when the last bell rang and the hallway flooded with writhing bodies jostling one another to make it outside faster than anybody else. Darcy sighed when she looked back to his locker and saw the empty space in front of it. She turned back around and went home.

Thomas looked on as Darcy left the school. He knew it was wrong but it was the only socially acceptable way to see her. She was the cutest nerd he had ever seen but he came from the top of the food chain and was suffering. He hated it. She was from downtown and he couldn’t be seen talking to her. She came from the opposite side of town that his father found acceptable. While Thomas didn’t particularly care about what his father thought, he wasn’t about to bring hell down on Darcy. She was sweet and innocent and adorable. She wasn’t even poor but since all her mom could afford on her minimum wage was a two bedroom apartment near the movie theater on the outskirts of town, not that their town was all that big to begin with, his father had forbidden him to even breathe in her direction and Thomas wouldn’t put it past him to find out somehow.

Just then, his phone chirped and he pulled it out. He had to go. Thomas took one more look at where Darcy was and left to go to “work”.

The bass was thumping way too loudly. Again. Darcy sighed and looked resolutely towards her bedroom door. Her blankets were scrunched all around her, the way they usually were when her mother was working late. And it was late. She would need to get up for the last week of school in just a few hours. But her mother hadn't walked through the door yet and Darcy didn't like sleeping alone in their apartment.

Just then, the front door slammed shut and the floor creaked as Darcy's moher crossed their small apartment and came up to her bedroom door. Darcy's eyes widened and she turned over quickly, trying to feign sleep.  The door creaked open and Darcy could feel her mother’s eyes on her. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to regulate her breathing. She wasn’t sure it was working. Until her mother sighed and walked away, closing the door behind her. Darcy stayed still until she heard her mother’s bedroom door close and the water run in her bathroom.

Then she tried to fall asleep again.

Thomas hit the ground running. If tonight’s competitor caught up with him, he was in big trouble. The guy was bigger than his usual punching bags but, then again, he had moved onto a different weight class now. Thomas stayed the same but all of his opponents had moved on and nobody in his own weight class wanted to fight him anymore.

The roar of the crowd and the thumping bass was still echoing in his ears when he crossed the street and turned the corner. Right there was her apartment. Her mother’s light was still on despite the late hour and Thomas knew Darcy was still awake. He also knew he shouldn’t bring this trouble to her doorsteps but the guy he fought today would kill him and he wasn’t going to die yet. He neared her bedroom window and picked up a small stone, reading himself to both hide and make the neighborhood aware of him.

Thomas reared his arm back and threw the rock, hitting the window on the first try. He waited a second, and when he didn't see any movement, picked another small stone up off the ground and threw that one. Thomas kept throwing, looking over his shoulder every couple of seconds.

Finally, after what felt like a million years to Thomas, there was movement in the window. The curtain moved and out peeked the face he loved. Thomas knew they were young but he also knew how he was feeling. He had never been one to second guess himself. Darcy was the one for him. He just hoped that they lived long enough, he thought as he heard his opponent’s footsteps. Thomas waved, like a maniac, and Darcy scrunched her eyebrows, and moved to open the window.

She levitated her upper body out of the opening and shook her head, her gorgeous brown hair falling down around her. Yep, thought Thomas as he smiled up at her temporarily forgetting the imminent danger. I love her. “Thomas?!” Darcy whispered-screamed.

“Hey, Darcy. Can you do me a favor, like right now? I know we don’t talk at school, but I’ve always wanted to and besides-” Darcy shook her head and gestured up. “Come on. Can you climb? If not, this is going to be problematic.”

Thomas grinned and got his holdings.  He scurried up the siding faster than he had ever climbed before and smirked at Darcy’s gasp. “Yeah. I think I can climb up.”

Darcy moved back and let Thomas move into the room. “What’s going on? What do you need?” Darcy was super nervous but she wasn’t about to let him know. Thomas looked at her silently for a long minute. “I, um, I need a place to hide out for a few hours. Is that OK? It’s just until we can go to school. So only for, like, four hours. We’ll be asleep for most of that time. I mean-I understand that we don’t really talk at school so this is a little out of the blue but… but I’ve always wanted to talk and-and do more but-”

“That’s fine. Don’t worry about it. And my mom is knocked out. She won’t even twitch when we leave for school. Do you need to go back home to change before, though?” She needed to set her alarm earlier if so. Thomas shook his head. “I’ll be fine. I will need to get my car. I can give you a ride to school if you want?”

“Where is your car? Is it far from here?”

“No. It’s like a five minute run or ten minute walk. Why, will you need to set an alarm earlier or something?”

“No. It’s fine. Especially if we are going to be taking your car.”

All through the conversation, Darcy was shocked. She had gone from admiring and loving Thomas from afar to having him in her bedroom and him offering to give her rides to school. They had gone from one extreme to another. They hadn’t ever even talked to each other before. No, that was a lie. Darcy and Thomas had had exactly one conversation one year ago. They had bumped into each other, apologized, locked eyes and moved on. Maybe it was more infatuation, but Darcy didn’t think so. Later that year, when Darcy was being made fun of, again, and suddenly it had stopped. There had been a rumor going around; one of Darcy’s friends had told her that Thomas had stepped in. There wasn’t any evidence to it and nobody had been willing to tell her anything but the things that Thomas was saying made it entirely plausible.

She discreetly pinched herself, still not believing what was happening. Darcy had to be dreaming. That was it. She had finally fallen asleep and was having her wildest dream to date. Darcy spread her mouth wide, smiled slyly, and nodded. She was not going to let him know how hard she was freaking out. “Mmhmm. So we should go to sleep right now, right?” Darcy knew she was going to wake up soon and her room would be as empty as it had been when she went to sleep. “Here you go.” Darcy handed Thomas the spare blankets from the top of her closet and he spread them out on the floor next to her bed. He took off his jacket, folded it up and placed it on the blanket. Thomas layed down and stared at her She stared back.

Abruptly, Darcy strode to the window, slammed it shut, climbed back onto her bed and shut her eyes. “Good night.” Her breathing evened out before Thomas could respond.

Thomas listened to Darcy’s smooth breathing for a long time before sleep finally claimed him. He hadn’t slept that well in so long. When he woke up, Darcy was right above him. “God, I love this dream,” he whispered, half-asleep. He raised his arms, about to drag her down to his body and the warmth he knew she would find there. Darcy jerked back, startling Thomas into waking up fully. Gasping, he sat up and moved backwards in an attempt to give her space. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He kept apologizing as he stood up.

“It’s fine!” Darcy assured him, arms held out like she was trying to show him she was harmless. Thomas knew better. Darcy had the full of his heart and if she ever knew, she would break him. He tried to apologize one more time when Darcy interrupted him. “Let’s go. We’ve got to get to school. And we need to go to your car. And we have to go get breakfast since my mom hasn’t given me the money to go grocery shopping.”

Thomas nodded, trying to wake up completely. He was fully aware of his surroundings as he helped Darcy clean up his makeshift bed, but Thomas wasn’t sure if it was a dream or not. He had a feeling it wasn’t. His pinkie throbbed when he smashed against the leg of the bed and he tried to not make more noise. Darcy tried to hide her laughter but failed. The snorting came first with the gasping breaths following. It wasn’t melodious nor was it particularly attractive. But it was Darcy’s laugh, her real laugh, the laugh that only appeared when she couldn’t hold it in anymore. And it was Thomas’s favorite sound in the world.

He smirked. At least the day had started out nicely. They left Darcy’s apartment through the front door, and Thomas led them toward his car. He had parked it fairly close to the club and Darcy had noticed. Her whole body stiffened and Thomas knew there was something wrong. He asked her.

“Why did you park over here? Were you partying last night? I didn’t think I smelled any alcohol when you came in but I was more asleep than awake.” Darcy wouldn’t meet his eyes and Thomas didn’t like that. She had the most brilliant brown eyes ever and now that they were talking to each other, he wanted to look and look and listen and look some more. Every single minute there was something new to discover about Darcy and Thomas didn’t want to miss anything. But he was also unsure of how to respond. He didn’t want to scare her or anything but the work he had… he wasn’t proud of. But this was the only way to get money without his father knowing. It was all cash transactions and secrecy.

“I work here. Well, work is a loose term for what I do. I’m an in-house fighter. The club pays me a cut of the gate and the bets and all I have to do is not beat them too badly. I don’t party. I don’t do drugs. I don’t drink. I need this money to help support me when I can move out. My dad doesn’t really care about me but he does care about money. Since I’m still a minor, he’s in control of my bank account. I try not to touch it and use my money instead. That way I’m not in debt to him. It’s not the best but it’s better than nothing.”

Darcy stared at him as they got to his car and slid in. The car started and Thomas pulled out of his parking spot and Darcy still hadn’t said anything. Squirming, Thomas looked at her and was surprised to see her brown eyes filled with tears. “He doesn’t abuse you, does he?”

“No. God, no. He just ignores me until it suits him. Mom left when I was really young and I think that really hurt him. Apparently, I look like her. He doesn’t like to look at me so I’m assuming it’s because she hurt him. Not an excuse but…” Thomas trailed off. What more could he say. There was no excuse for his father refusing to acknowledge his existence but he understood wanting to avoid things that caused you pain. All Thomas could hope for was that his father would wake up and see the son before he became an enemy.

“OK. I don’t like it. But I won’t dictate your business. I’m not even remotely involved. That being said. What did you do last night that you ran the whole way to my house?”

Thomas smirked. “I beat him a little too badly and embarrassed him. And by the by. I want to involve you.” Thomas thought it was better to come right out and say it.

Darcy smiled a little, looked out her window and nodded. “OK. I kinda want to be involved.”

When they got to the school, their smiles couldn’t be hidden and they walked in holding hands.