#justfoley

[conspiraecies-a]

 ❝  whaddaya  got  on  ya?  ❞  is  the  first  question  that  comes  out  of  daisy's  mouth.  reckless  little  thing,  barely  nineteen  and  wild  as  can  be,  she's  looking  for  her  next  fix,  and  she's  always  had  it  easy  getting  something  from  guys.  ❝  i  could  use  an  upper.  do  you  wanna  play?  ❞  it's  clear  to  see  the  exhaustion  on  her  face,  only  thing  keeping  her  awake  being  the  coffee  in  her  hand.  black,  the  only  way  she'll  take  it  these  days.  it's  just  a  means  to  an  end. // @justfoley​

[thcrnedroses]

answered memes ❧ @justfoley​​​ ​ 　　　　»  NAP

Nancy thought she was the worst person when it came to staying awake during movies, but clearly she hadn’t met Justin Foley before. With him basically hiding in her basement in the attempt to stay away from the Jensens while he figured things out — something Nancy would never judge him for, despite thinking it wasn’t the ideal thing to do at all —, watching movies was one of the few activities they could have fun with, Mike’s Dungeons&Dragons Manuals definitely being a route they still weren’t desperate enough to consider. What seemed pretty difficult, though, was finding films they both enjoyed, their tastes being as different as two spare socks found in the washing machine. She had loved the espionage thriller she had chosen on Netflix, but Justin had just fallen asleep at one point, his head rolling on her shoulder in a pose that was almost adorable to watch. Trying not to wake him, she had kept watching Bridge of Spies without moving, at least until the credits had started scrolling on a black screen. She really didn’t know what to do, at that moment, as she took a blanket with her free hand and got it on his legs. Considering the hell he seemed to be going through when awake, she had no heart to wake him up, even when it meant that she had to stay still and possibly fall asleep in that position. It almost seemed like a good idea, at least until the dust on that blanket made her sneeze.

[bakedcookies-a]

❛     𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬     𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠     ?     𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭     𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝     ?     ❜

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍     𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎     𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜     :     accepting     :     @justfoley

    justin finding him in the locker room in tears definitely wasn’t in his plan for the day, though in fairness neither was being on the locker room floor in tears. hands are quick to wipe at his eyes, as if that meant that nothing ever happened, as if it meant he hadn’t been crying in the first place. ❝ NOTHING. ❞ quiet, clearly a lie. silence lingers only a second before he speaks again, well aware of the fact that it wasn’t believable. ❝ I'm fine. my mind just— just got caught up in monty stuff. ❞ though, for once it had at least been monty stuff that didn’t involve his death. mind instead going to the threats, to the way monty had so easily threatened him without worry. he hadn't really told them anything, just said that he told the cops monty had threatened him, kind of implied he'd MADE IT UP so the cops would believe him. ❝ It'll pass. i’m fine. ❞

[sunnaes]

❛     𝐢𝐯𝐞     𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫     𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧     𝐲𝐨𝐮     𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞     𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬     𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞.     ❜

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍     𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎     𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜     :     accepting     :     @justfoley

    ❝ yeah, that was kind of INTENTIONAL, actually. ❞ hands raise to wipe at her eyes, as if removing the tears would get rid of any evidence that she’d been crying. things are a lot lately for everyone, all of it far too much for her to be able to fix. the weight isn’t even necessarily on HER shoulders, but she’d made quite the habit of giving her friends everything she had, doing anything to keep them safe. even when it was beyond her control. ❝ are you– is everything okay? ❞

[dissociaeteold]

@justfoley.

    he has no idea what caused this, what - if anything - made him black out in the first place. had something triggered a fight or flight response? was it just a thing that happened for no reason? he had no clue. but now here he was, in what felt like the middle of nowhere, with no idea how he got there or why he was there. he can’t even see his car or a bike, no signs of a way he got there at all. it takes standing up for him to realise that he’s done SOMETHING to his ankle, every step hurting. when he tries to inspect it he doesn’t find anything all that telling, just a few scrapes and some blood. it’s not broken, he’s pretty sure, but he definitely rolled it at least.

    he has to walk for a while before his phone gets service, takes a lot of that time to even find a road, moves slowly thanks to the pain in every step. he’d been on some trail, but one without any signs. not great. by the time he gets to the road he has to sit down, but his phone at least has service now. immediate instinct is to call justin, not that he’d know what to tell him when he picked up. every ring feels like hours passing, desperately hoping for some kind of response. it’s still somewhat light out, at least, so at least it’s not happening in the middle of the night. or is it really early in the morning? he didn’t actually check the time before calling. HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN GONE? at the click that tells him justin picked up clay immediately starts talking, gives justin no time to speak first. ❝ justin, i need HELP. ❞ he didn’t realise how freaked out he was until he started talking, voice shaking as he speaks. ❝ i don’t— i don’t know where i am. ❞

[leaderheart]

@justfoley said: ❛ i love how i can just look at you and be happy . ❜

 ❝  i  fucking  love  you,  justin  foley.  ❞  she's  grinning  as  she  glances  up  from  her  chemistry  textbook  to  look  at  him.  she  can't  help  it.  every  day  spent  with  him  feels  like  a  dream.  when  he  says  these  sweet  things  to  her,  she  feels  on  top  of  the  world.  what  could  go  wrong?  everything  was  perfectly  aligned.  she  was  happy.  she  was  content  to  just  be,  just  sitting  with  him  on  her  bed,  studying  for  upcoming  tests  and  being  together.  ❝  i'm  glad  i  make  you  happy,  because  you  make  me  the  happiest  i've  ever  been.  ❞

[bakedcookies-a]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞. (𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩)

@bchindthemask / misc angst starters.

you can hear the attitude in his voice and it only propels your already bad mood, arms crossing over your chest with a sigh. ❝ i’m SUPPOSED to do a lot of things, justin. ‘bout time you guys started working out how good i am at being a disappointment. ❞ words come out bitter, as if a challenge. what the challenge is you’re not exactly sure, but you’re challenging him nonetheless. this just seems like a tense situation, and against better judgement you’re fighting said tenseness by adding more tension.

[bakedcookies-a]

@justfoley     ,     𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙐𝙀𝘿

   he has NO IDEA how it started, or who the other guy even is – justin had been watching for a second but when blood started gushing from somebody’s ear, he had to jump in. he’d only met charlie once, at a football practice, but charlie was mainly on the bench that day.

   ❝ hey! what the FUCK, man?! ❞ he puts his hands on charlie, immediately wondering if he’d made the right decision. he wasn’t scared of him, but he was a big guy, and clearly good at fighting. he doesn’t let go of charlie until the other guy gets away, dodging charlie’s punches. justin is secretly impressed with himself, managing to only get one punch in the gut while breaking it up. ❝ st. george, the fuck is wrong with you? ❞ he knew charlie was the new guy; now he wondered if he hadn’t been EXPELLED from his old school.

    so maybe this wasn’t the best FIRST IMPRESSION. a little temperamental to say the least, it’d been easy enough for him to get provoked, something he’s really gotta work on. but between everything that led him to the new school and snide remarks he’d overheard, he seemed more concerned with fighting than he was controlling his anger.

   he’d managed to mostly come across reasonably sweet and innocent, but he hadn’t met justin enough to have him convinced of that yet. and this definitely WOULDN’T HELP. hand wipes at blood starting to drip from his nose, though his knuckles are also dripping blood, so it’s not exactly HELPFUL. groan escapes at justin’s words, lacking in an actual answer. ❝ why’d you pull me off him? ❞