#hllandrdens

[yntcd]

hllandrdens replied to your post:I AM SO HAPPY W/ MYSELF, 1A*, 4A’S AND 7 B’S I AM...

CONGRATULATIONS BB IM SO PROUD

thank U I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY I AM SO HAPPY 

[lauraplots-blog]

cough what do u think of hollandwrites /nothollandwrites

ok kat here goes. i don’t even remember how when i started following you or what happened but i just know that i love you ok. we have barely even talked but you are a mutual follower that i just feel like i know already and that we are kindred spirits. you also always have a very cool blog and you follow me on my personal blog even though you may not know its me. you also say things like sweet sassy molassy and that just puts you in my good books immediately. you are a v sweet girl and my inbox is always open to you, or any other method of communication okay? 

[crcmulent]

♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning? // ♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message. // ϟ: There's a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go? so you can breathe later?? idk i love calex ok not sorry

♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?

"No fucking fair!" Alex huffed out, crossing her arms across her chest. She was always a sore loser.

From the kitchen, Mrs. Lynch yelled out to the girl that was just like her own daughter, warning her to watch her language, just for the kids' sake. For the most part, Alex was able to hold back her cussing around Carson's siblings, but not like this. Not when Carson was sitting beside her, kicking her ass at some bullshit child's game that she should win easily.

"What are you talking about?" Carson retorted through a fit of giggles, leaning back  into the couch as he bounced Lacey on his knee. The two of them were a team, playing against Alex and Gavin. Carson took first pick, knowing Gavin's attention would waver, and with Lacey on his side, they'd kick ass at any game.

High fiving his little sister, Carson sent a smug look over at Alex, nudging her with his knee "Maybe next time, babe," he muttered, leaning over to press a kiss to her neck, but was only met with her shoving him away roughly and groaning. 

♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.

carson → lexie: [text] if you send out one more snapchat about your fucking “beach fun” in your stupid fucking bikini and your great fucking ass i’m going to throw a fucking fitcarson → lexie: [text] either that or just fuck you

ϟ: There’s a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go? 

Who knew that after eighteen years of perfect summers, the last one— and most important one— would be ruined by an insane hurricane that was coming their way. It was a bit of a exaggeration, as they’d only been on hurricane warning for a day. At first, it didn’t change much. They still got to hang out, except rather than being on the beach, they had to stay crammed in the beach house. For long periods of time, it was enough to drive anyone to the point of insanity.

Both their families had gotten together in the Lynch beach house, simply so they could ride out the storm together. The kids played, the parents laughed and drank, Alex’s brother groaned and was seeming to wonder why he’d even decided to go on vacation. 

Whereas Alex and Carson had gotten so fed up with being cooped with every annoying family member, that they’d sneaked out— stupidly, considering the storm had already started headed towards them, and even the board walk was just a huge puddle, along with the rain pouring down on them— to rush towards the Meyers’s beach house. The one that was entirely empty. 

Pushing through the door, shaking and cursing and cold, Carson couldn’t help but laugh. “Worst fucking idea we’ve had. I don’t even have extra clothes,” he shook his head at his own stupidity, afraid to move past the doormat and drip all over the floor. Chewing on his lower lip, there was a moment of hesitation before he decided on his next bold move. Pulling his soaking wet shirt up and over his head, he left it by the door, moving on the shake his head, similarly to a puppy, to get rid of excess water. 

Another excuse to get half naked in front of Alexandra, that's all it was. It only aided his cause that they were alone. Who knew, maybe, possibly, being locked together would be a good thing. Carson could be forced to just make his move finally. The whole hurricane could have a positive affect on them.

[charlieplots-blog]

♔ ♠ ⁇ ♣ ✘ √ ☢ malice 💕💕

Send ♔ for an angry text

[text]: damn it

[text]: you’re not going anymore 

[text]: i knew it was a bad idea

Send  ♠ for a drunk text

[text]: dare you up?

[text]: you should come ovier

[text]: i miss you

Send ⁇ for a worried text

[text]: please just let me know you’re alright

[text]: you can be mad at me all you want just tell me you’re fine alice

Send ♣ for a text not meant for you

[text]: i swear if you even think about touching her i’ll kill you

Send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent

[text]: i don’t think i can do this anymore

[text]: i can’t give you what you deserve

Send √ for a long winded confessing text 

[text]: You’re right, ok? I shouldn’t be doing this to you, I know. I hate hurting you and I hate the fact that despite that I still end up doing it anyways. You don’t know what you’re doing to me. Hell, I barely even do. I’ve never felt this way about someone before, never thought I would. I want this to work. I want us to work and I’m going to do everything in my power to do that, I promise. I just, as long as you want to, I need you to stay. Just stay and I’ll get better, we’ll get better. Ok?

Send ☢ for a desperate text

[text]: please don’t do this, i’m so sorry

[text]: i never wanted to hurt you

[text]: please just come back, i need you

[crcmulent]

alex → carson: [text] can you go back to being all scrawny because four years ago I did not think about you being naked. on the beach. with me. fuck you. or me. that works too

carson → lexie: [text] four years ago i wouldn’t have been able to hold you down and fuck you good socarson → lexie: [text] beach sex with you is now officially added to my bucket list

[rpcsource]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDNDAAAA ILY LOTS HAVE A GREAY DAY

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love you so mcuh how cute are you, thank you!!!

[lovseulgi]

☹ My muse is visiting your muse on their death bed // ♫ A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffle // ☺ my muse trying to piss yours off // ₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together // ❊ a regret my muse has about your muse // ♎ your muse tracing one of my muse’s scars // "I have to leave" // "You can’t fix me" // "Do you trust me?" bYE

JFC THIS IS SO LONG I APOLOGIZE!!!!

☹ My muse is visiting your muse on their death bed

It took a second for Holden to register that there was someone beside him, for in the fog of exhaustion and weakness he thought it was an angel ready to take him away. “Hey, babe,” He mumbled as he pulled his hand free from it’s entanglement with his blankets. He reached out to grab her hand, though it took a lot out of him just to move his limb. “I’m kind of happy you’re here, but at the same time I’m devastated because I bet I look like complete shit,” He laughed, though it quickly turned into a fit of coughing. “Well, I’m thoroughly upset with myself. It seems like I won’t be here for long, and I’m worried about who will watch you while I’m gone. Guess this means you have to start taking care of yourself now that I can’t. So promise me, please promise me not to do anymore drugs, please? Just lie to me and say yes so that I can die happy. Please.” 

♫ A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffle

♫ It’s Hard To Get Around The Wind - Alex Turner ♫

Holden’s eyebrows drew together in concern as he hesitated for a moment, his arm suspended in the space between them that seemed to span on for infinity. Decisively he took her wrist, demanding attention from her as he held her gaze with his own stern one. “Are you sure you should be doing a second line? Honestly, Skylar. That’s enough. Come on, let’s go,” He said as he pulled her away from her friends, ignoring the shouts of opposition from her friends. It killed him in the inside, with every snort, every pill, every drink. She was wrecking her body inside and out and he watched her do it. He could swear that she were begging for an early grave. She might hate him for stopping her, but maybe one day she’ll thank him in the long run. 

☺ my muse trying to piss yours off

"Sky," Holden ground out through his clenched jaw. "Stop. I’m serious. I don’t have time to dance right now, I have an AP Bio test in three hours!" He turned away from the girl, shifting in his position to put his focus to the text book in front of him, but the girl tugged at his shirt and he let out a defeated sigh. "Alright fine, one song and it has to be Vampire Weekend or else."

₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together

Holden was quick to remove his jacket, putting it over Skylar’s head as he guided her to the direction of the closest tree with hurried steps. “Jesus!” He stammered, astounded by the unexpected turn of events. The shelter the tree provided was spotty at best as the two remained soak in the flurry of rain. “How in the world are we going to sneak back into campus without getting noticed now? We should have never left after curfew. Why do I let you drag me into these things?” He rambled on, releasing his worry through his mess of words. It was too late as he watched Skylar drop his jacket on the soaked grass, running with open arms into the center of the quad. Holden cursed under his breath, ready to shout her name and usher her to a more dry sanctuary, but for a moment he watched enchanted at the fun she was having, and how beautiful she looked when she smiled like that. 

❊ a regret my muse has about your muse

It was late into the night, and how Skylar managed to sneak past the evening hall monitors was beyond him. They’ve somehow settled into his bed, buried beneath his thick comforter as they whispered to each other so they wouldn’t wake up Holden’s cranky roommate, who halfway through the night stormed out and claimed to sleep elsewhere from their constant snickering. It was nearing three o’clock, an hour the boy was extremely wary of due to his obsession with superstitions. They were both exhausted, but got into a friendly game of twenty questions that seemed to take an unexpected turn. “W-What?” Holden sputtered out as he pulled away from their embrace. “What do you mean you lied to me, Skylar? Skylar please don’t tell me you….you did it again, didn’t you?” He kicked the sheets from his body, stumbling out of bed and standing with an accusatory glare directed at Sky. “You promised you wouldn’t! Sky, fuck, you said you wouldn’t….” 

 ♎ your muse tracing one of my muse’s scars

Holden’s fingertips feathered over the raised skin, the irregular line arching on her neck. “You mean to tell me that you got this while you were drunk? You must have been bleeding so much. Am I allowed to enroll you into rehab? Can that be a thing?” He asked with a sigh before smiling in defeat. He bent over to kiss the scar before pushing her to his bed and enveloping her into a hug.

"I have to leave"

To what, go behind my back again? Whatever, Skylar. I’m done. Go and get shitfaced. I don’t care anymore. 

"You can’t fix me"

No, I can’t. Only you can. But you’re not even trying, and it’s not only killing you from the inside but it’s killing me. I have so much faith in you, please don’t let me down. 

"Do you trust me?"

Not really, but it doesn’t mean I won’t go along with whatever you’re going to drag me into.

[yearofthepeach]

zelle is otp over zerrie

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