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this idiot trapped himself

#dumb dumb #silly #idia #twst #ft. floyd #floyd

🗳️ - vote for, vote against, run against. (sol - mayor nat, floyd, ..... zach)

Vote for - Zach (For the gag, and because Sol was hoping for no mayor at all and Zach seems like a step closer to anarchy and/or could be convinced that this position need not exist.)

Run Against - Floyd (Nothing adversarial here, as of right now Sol knows/thinks Floyd would be a fine candidate. Also, let me be very clear, Sol will never run for government, he’s big on the whole bo hierarchy at all thing.)

Vote against - Mayor Nat (And water is wet.)

@oxtofmydcpth

#live and die in the life [ sol | musings ]#ft. zach #ft. floyd

𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 for @dcgtown!

𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙏𝙒𝙊 𝙆𝙄𝘿𝙎 at a sleepover at their grandparent’s place tonight, charlotte and floyd have the rare occurrence of having the house to themselves. they had taken advantage of the lack of responsibilities by opening a bottle of wine an hour ago and were now sitting side by side on the sofa, slightly buzzed and sharing stories from their past. while the blonde was normally guarded about being close to a man since breaking up with her ex-boyfriend a few years ago, floyd was an exception to that rule. it was easy to lower her guard considering she was so head over heels for him, feelings she kept buried deep inside in fear of rejection and the complications of crossing that line. she knew that one day her job as his nanny would come to an end and she would have to say goodbye to the three people she grew to adore. so for now, she enjoys this moment with him while she still has the time to do so. ❝ …and anyway, since then i haven’t been able to go in the ocean. jellyfish are terrible! ❞ she laughs softly, nose wrinkling for a moment before she took a sip from her merlot. swallowing the red liquid, she places the glass on the living room table and turns to him again, brown hues meeting his own. ❝ what about you, huh? what’s your biggest fear? ❞

#charlotte fowler tags tba.#ft. floyd

FLOYD ( CONTINUED FROM HERE )

“ I’M NOT! “ KARA INTERJECTED, CLEARLY EMBARASSED. her cheeks flushed as she turned around. “ I don’t want to see that anyways, “

@hiredassault

#muse: kara #ft. floyd #location: unknown #hiredassault #it's not a bird or a plane it's a queue

closed starter: ft. @flcydk

“floyd,” aspen mumbled, gently nudging the boy’s leg with her foot. her eyelids fluttered open to the sound of his piercing alarm ringing throughout the trailer. she assumed it was an alarm that was forgotten to be turned off off, as it was a saturday morning and of her knowledge, floyd was not one to get up and at it at that time of day. small streaks of light began to creep through the blinds, leaving the room in a lighting bright enough to see, but dark enough that one could still continue to sleep. the alarm was shrill, and rather cringe-worthy. now this certainly could have been a completely normal sounding alarm with a perfectly reasonable volume, but after the events of the night before ( or maybe just aspen’s current sleepy state ) it seemed to amplify in aspen’s head. the girl pulled the fuzzy blankets that covered her body up and over her head, her fists grasping the edge of the blanket. somehow in her state of fatigue, she convinced herself that two layers of blankets should have easily combated the piercing ring that emit the boy’s clock. the two had had a rather late night. they’d met up to grab something to eat, brought it out to the beach, and ended up going back to floyd’s trailer to watch some movies and drink a bit, before ending the night across from one another in a bundle of blankets on the couch. now, aspen began to wake in a blurry haze. as the alert continued, aspen turned over in her spot on the couch. “floyd,” she whispered once more, reluctantly moving the blankets back off of her face to make sure they didn’t block the sound of her voice. she reached her arm out to lightly poke the boy once more, eyebrows furrowing together in an almost sad response at the idea of having to get up. as he continued to appear unresponsive the brown eyed girl slowly sat up, letting out a small, barely audible yawn. she tip toed up and over to the clock, messing with the buttons for a few moments: accidentally raising the volume, lowering the volume, switching the type of alarm, and then finally turning it off. 5:30 am.

aspen leaned forward, her elbows against the counter and placing her head down into her hands. ugh. she looked up and over to the boy who still laid fast asleep. a small smile curved to her light pink lips. the brunette girl was having an internal debate: the urge to bang some pots and pans - for if she wasn’t going to be able to fall back asleep, why should he? or to let the cute boy sleep. she’d let him sleep. he just looked too content to wake. floyd and aspen had a rather interesting relationship. there were a lot of things unspoken, a constant denial that they enjoyed one another’s presence for anything other than humor, accompanied by an endless banter- yet their actions seemed to consistently contradict the things they told one another.