#lateblccmer

[mcntallyfucked-blog]

@lateblccmer liked for a starter.

     Lungs burned from the harsh, chilly winter air, and legs screamed for a      break. How many times had she ran down this street by now? She couldn’t      remember; lost track. However many times it was by now, she needed to      take a breather.      Finally, she starts to slow down into a walk before finally coming to a stop      and leaning against the nearest flat surface she could find. She wiped at      her brow as she worked to catch her breath. Maybe she shouldn’t have      pushed herself so hard-- it’s what she tells herself each time, but she      never stops pushing as far as she can go.      Tucking a few stray strands of hair out of her face that had fallen out of      her ponytail, she clears her throat, lightly panting as she takes in her      surroundings. That’s when she sees her, eyes locking onto the target.      Mel couldn’t remember if she’d seen her before or not, though something      about her seemed familiar.

     Her fingers suddenly itched for her camera, but she fought the urge and      finally tore her gaze away from the girl far too late. Maybe if she was      lucky the other hadn’t noticed, but per usual, Melanie was willing to bet      against that.

[laylaiisms-blog]

"I've actually liked you since we were twelve. It wasn't just a 'oh she likes me, I should like her back' thing."

“………… ”

" Really? ”

"Since we were twelve? ”

[laylaiisms-blog]

"I will do a lot of things, but admitting to my mom that I’m cold after she told me to bring a jacket isn’t one of them. "

Layla snickers, throwing a discreet glance in Mrs Stronghold's direction. The woman isn't looking their way, so Layla steps closer to Will. Human contact is the warmest, and she wants to save him the embarassment of shivering the next time his mother looks over. "Understandable", she concedes. "I guess you'll just have to freeze, then. Such a sad way to end such a promising young life. I can picture it now..." 

She takes his arm - another subtle way to warm him up - and gestures with her other hand, dramatically whispering :"Here lies Will Stronghold. Proud until the end. He will be missed. "

[roastyou-blog]

"The key is under the mat."

meme

❝Thanks for the invitation. I guess you telling me that is no weirder than us exchanging numbers.❞

[roastyoualive-archive]

+1 Stronghold

Being Warren Peace meant a lot of things, but mostly, it meant not liking things. Warren didn’t like carrots, or rain, or water parks or the winter; he didn’t like loud noises or people in his personal space or spoilers for his books. He also wasn’t quite fond of small, yappy dogs - he liked the bigger ones - or country music. But he’d sit in a vat of those things for days on end and still say it was better than the one thing he disliked above all else: 

The Stronghold family.

And, as Warren leered across the cafeteria at one Mr. Will Stronghold, he wondered to himself if he could channel said dislike into heat vision.

It wasn’t working, so far.