#jockclair

[bh-arc]

             ❝      𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩   in  being   tall   ,   huh   ?   like   ---  why  bother.   i   know   you  hit  your  head  on  everything.   i’ve   seen   it.   are  you  like  . . .   tall  just  for  sports  ,  or  whatever   ?         ❞       @jockclair​  liked  for  a  starter. 

[fogels]

*               𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑒𝑙  𝑖𝑛  𝑡𝘩𝑒  𝑠𝑘𝑦       .       /       @jockclairs​  

𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚂𝚄𝙽  𝙸𝚂  𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶  ,    pinky  hues  from  the  east  of  the  sky  kisses  just  over  daf’s  closed  eyelids  .    she’s  reclined  next  to  him  ,   quietly  tucking  into  howl’s  moving  castle  before  the  ripples  reflected  off  lover’s  lake  .

❝         𝑠𝑜  ,   𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒  ,   𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒  𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦  𝑛𝑜𝑡  𝑎  𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦  𝑔𝑢𝑦  ...          ❞        she  cocks  her  head  to  the  side  .          ❝          what  about  concerts  ,   uhh  ,   raves  ?   shindigs  ?   you  gotta  be  down  for  a  hootenanny  ,   sinclair  !         ❞

[blubrds]

@jockclairs​ said ; ❛ what are you listening to? ❜

     HEADPHONES ARE PUSHED OFF THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD AND YOU SMILE, fingers fumbling for your walkman to hit pause. “the PRETTY IN PINK soundtrack,” is that a hit of shame creeping into your voice? it doesn’t quite fit the COOL, JUST BACK IN HAWKINS VISITING FROM NEW YORK image you’re trying to project while here - - - just visiting, “it’s good to zone out to while writing. or - - - thinking.” can’t really call an entirely empty page WRITING without getting called on it, so it’s better to do the calling out yourself.

[fzzco]

           fucking  assholes.  mouth  purses  in  annoyance  as  blue  eyes  take  into  basketball  teammates  pushing  themselves  around  &.  laughing  like  idiots.  once  there  was  envy,  a  desire  to  be  part  of  it,  to  be  normal  and  not  a  fourteen  year  old  drug  dealer  with  a  kid  to  raise.  but  he  sees  himself  clearly  now,  knows  the  calmness  of  his  soul,  knows  that  there  is  a  path  for  each  of  them  :  at  least  he’s  not  a  dick  like  they  are.      ❜  dunno  how  ya  can  spend  time  with  those  fuckers  ❜      for  brae  is  nice  and  calm,  joyful  in  a  way  fez  rarely  is. 

@jockclairs      ♡  

[lexihowcrd]

   @jockclair​​ ♥️ for one line.

            ❛ you’re obviously not here to audition for the play.... are you? ❜

[kitkweenarchive]

❛ It’s okay, it’s just a graze. ❜

charmed sentence prompts || @jockclair

          kat spends another moment eyeing him off. her brow is quirked and her lips are pursed before she shrugs. calling him out instantly because she doesn’t believe it “and you’re full of shit.” but she can’t make him tell her the truth about the gashes on his arms, no matter how suspicious they look. “i’m surprised someone else hasn’t noticed.” 

[hopelass]

STARTER FOR . . .   /           @jockclair !

she’s armed with a bottle of pink whitney and mini - powdered sugar donuts, courtesy of her sister.     lexi had agreed to stop for the latter   only   if cassie stopped pregaming,   a pact which took a nosedive so steep the older of the howard sisters is convinced she can taste the music pounding off the walls of the house.     her friends have long abandoned her   (  or is the other way around?  ),   leaving her to her own devices,   the first of which includes finding a place where she can wash the sticky - sweetness of her gas station snack off her fingers.    

cassie walks in on a few different scenes   (  a couple making out heavily,   some random kid snorting off a washer,  the usual  )    until she finally finds a bathroom.    in her inebriated state,   the lock on the door is the least of her worries,   her brain focusing instead on if her bottle of whitney will be able to stand upright on the edge of the sink.     once situated,   cassie soaks her hands in the water for much longer than needed,   only half - feeling the prick of the cold against her skin.    lo and behold,   she ends up splashing herself in shock when the door opens,  stumbling back as her wet hands grab at nothing but air.     thank god there’s a wall for her to back against—    that,  and a   very   concerned looking guy in the doorway.     once she realizes exactly why he looks so shocked,   cassie attempts to slur out a reply.

❝     —  no,  i’m not  . . .  i wasn’t   using the bathroom   or anything,  ❞           gross,     she thinks as she looks down at the toiler beside her,   what a way to meet someone so hot.         ❝     i was leaving, ❞      she attempts to salvage herself,   looking to her whitney.          ❝     sorry,    ❞   

[yarntraild]

@jockclair​ said : “ i was the karaoke king. ”         //         shit said on hgtv’s fixer upper.

“ OH, PLEASE — ”   a scoff of disbelief, followed by the playful rolling of her eyes. this could be an excuse to finally go out like she’s been yearning to, but at what cost ? head tilts, eyes narrow. “ you never struck me as the karaoke type ; what was  your go to ? if you say anything by neil diamond, i will be stripping you of your karaoke king title. ”