#laughs yeah

[smokedfires]

⋆          @𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐋𝐒   𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃        :        ‘  maybe we should find the person who stole your positive attitude.  ’   wyatt  x  julia

“  when have you ever known me to have a positive attitude?  ”   she throws her hands up in despair, genuinely wondering how he could answer the question in favor of his side of the argument. julia sits on a worn out beach chair at the edge of the dock. she has been, for a while now, at the request of wyatt. he told her he had something very important to do and wanted her to be there when he did it. and yet when she readily agreed, she didn’t envision the task taking–––– julia lifts her phone from her lap, her eyes fixate to the time flashing on the screen–––– an hour and twenty eight minutes.   “  and i’m sorry, wyatt, but seriously... how much longer do you need me here to watch you land your perfect cannonball?  ”

[scnlights]

[   @ethcrevls    /    juliette   ]

     it’s been almost two weeks since bunny died— william thinks of it that way because saying killed bunny feels a little more demoralizing than it did initially— and the snow still hasn’t let up. he checks the news every morning for news about the discovery of his body and still, nothing. he’s not sure if it’s a blessing or a curse. they’ve been asked of his whereabouts, but it’d been easy to lie about it; easy to say that they know next to nothing either because the nature of their friendship was unknown to nearly everybody else but the six of them. 

     he feels guilty about it, of course he does, but they were given no choice; william couldn’t let bunny keep winding them up like he was, and it was either him or everyone else. it wasn’t really a matter of self-preservation and more, simple logic. they couldn’t all burn to the ground, no, will would never let that happen. he’d save them— her, at the cost of anything, everything maybe. he’d save them from bunny, even themselves if it ever came to it. 

     will’s pouring himself a drink when there’s a knock at the door. he perks up at the sound, curious but also tired. he’s not in the mood to talk someone down from the ledge, to have to reassure yet another one of them that yes, it’ll be fine. no one will ever know it was us who did it. they had airtight alibis and the only reason anyone could suspect them is if anyone let anything slip. he cracks the door open slightly. juliette. his expression softens at the sight of her, only slightly, almost undetectably. william steps aside to let her in. “what’s brought you here?”

[fridays13th]

random beforther edits.  x

[ncomiis]

this, right here, was all her fears wrapped up into one. the last thing lana would ever want in life is to be like her father. becoming a vicious murderer was part of it, of course, but even having the same ticks or tendencies as the man was equally as unsettling. for example, something as simple as cutting a person off when they talk. unfortunately for her, it’s programmed into her dna. in account of that, it was out of her control. making it that much harder to fight off and she was in CONSTANT battle. lana stopped in her tracks, closed her eyes and took one final deep breath before pushing the door open and stepping through it. something she’d dreamed about doing since 3:46pm.  ( x )

[exarchics]

aomomo

my NOTP too | I don’t ship it | it’s okay | I ship it hard | OTP

[novocainememories]

hahahhahaha imma be a jerk on anon and tell someone to delete because they don't like a thing hahahaha im not going to tag it either because fuck them im too much an asshole too

[burnedbodies]

misselsen said: farting in bed together? That /is/ pretty embarrassing. ))

// oh my gOD CLARKE