#hewasgood

[adoredher]

for @hewasgood.

       he just wants a fucking break.

given half a choice, david would take this entire day off, talking to nobody and dealing with nothing. it’s nice out, after all. he wants to sit in the sun and relax, for once. but these kids -- these petty fucking criminals who think they’re the shit -- play on his mind every time he even thinks about sitting down too long. 

          this macmillan kid? he can’t get shit on him, and it’s driving him insane.

it’s harassment to follow him around, and david knows it, but that hasn’t kept him from tailing the boy for the last hour, cigarette in one hand, the other on his holster, praying that nathan gives him the fucking excuse to actually use the damn pistol at some point. (there’s always a thrill in it.)

                               “you gonna walk in circles all day, kid? 

[starsburnt-blog]

          ❝ drive-in, tonight. it’s in the form of a STATEMENT, because you don’t have a choice. if i don’t see you there, i’ll never forgive that betrayal. ❞ he offers the other a brief smile, arms crossed as he leans with his shoulder against the wall. YES, he let himself in; NO, aiden didn’t make a fuss about it. in fact, jughead’s convinced aiden was half-dead when he walked in. 

               @hewasgood // sc.

[suvalentia-blog]

               @hewasgood​​ // sc.

          it was a STUPID idea from the start -- no matter how many times violet ( and isaiah ) tried, ivan’s confidence wasn’t boosted enough for this. he was excited in the beginning, excited to see just how it may play out -- and he was only four classes into the day before he found himself hiding in the bathroom. he wouldn’t call it HIDING, per say, but anyone else would.

          it’s the staring he has a problem with -- as much as he likes attention, THAT wasn’t the kind he was seeking out. he’s never been judged for being gay in particular, but this might be the thing that does him in. hell, ivan doesn’t even want to look in the mirror as he wipes the make up from his face. he makes a mental note to thank his mother for tossing some wipes into his bag before leaving.

         ivan jumps when the bathroom door opens, shoulders tensing almost instantly. but there’s a sound of familiar footsteps and, despite the fact he hasn’t looked up, he knows exactly who it is. ❝ what ? ❞ his voice remains soft, hands shaking ever so slightly now as wipes his face.

[suvalentia-blog]

               @hewasgood // bc i love pAIN.

          if you asked ivan, several months ago, if he’d be here.. he would have LAUGHED. sure, the way he feels for nathan makes his chest ache and his stomach fill with butterflies, but he never thought they’d get to this point. after all, ivan’s only a SOPHOMORE, and nathan’s senior year is rapidly coming to an end.

          he sits quietly in bed now, waiting for the other to show up. it’s already late, but ivan’s never been the BEST at planning. he takes a moment to thank god violet has no problem with him letting boys come over and spend the night. 

          his hand methodically moves from his mouth to the ashtray as he smokes, dark eyes trained on the ceiling. ❝ hey, ❞ he sits up ( too fast ) when he hears his door open. grinning, ivan looks down at his hands, picking at his nails. ❝ you can, um -- y’can close the door, if y’want. my mom’s out with my dad, so s’not like she’s here to yell about it. ❞

[vettydgreat-blog]

His very first visit to another house! ☺️☺️☺️ Yey! He did very well, didn’t cry while his awake until he was hungry! I’m so proud of my little iron baby! #firsthousetovisit #hewasgood #babymax https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqhyt0whIxv/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=qhp0uj60h3kb

[therealmikeblair]

It was a tough weekend saying goodbye to my kitty cat Jazz. Saying goodbye to a childhood pet can be somewhat like saying goodbye to younger years. I remember him as a baby kitten meowing for food, swatting my ankles and chasing after me to find the adventure. I named him Jazz. And life moves forward so we can grow and explore; try to be our age. We don’t come around like we use to, but that’s okay because when the front door opens you hear heavy paws running over from one side of the house ready to greet you. And as those years push on even more those steps become softer and softer leaving us with only our memory. I love this picture because I think as much as I was holding him, he was holding me. We were both holding onto what we remembered, what we shared and where we know we will be. I love you Jazz and I’ll always miss you. You are a good kitty. . . . . . #wilmingtonnc #catsofinstagram #cats #Hewasgood (at Wilmington, North Carolina)

[lindum]

be good when you have to stop #notetoself #computeraddict #technology #selfdiscipline #kids #hewasgood

[mrtoddbradley]

#music #peopleoflondon #people #thames #blackfriarsbridge #blackfriars #blackandwhite #streetperformer #hewasgood (at London, United Kingdom)