#m: threads

[burntliam]

𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣 ! ( @cfaxelvs )

liam’s writing is turning abysmal, he thinks with disdain as he tries to write an essay for a seminar on kurt vonnegut. after the end of last semester, and the pressures from everything that’s been happening during the summer, he’s been losing his edge. he sips at the coffee he spent far too much money on. the one he can barely afford. but he needs it if he’s going to get the grades he needs this semester. though, considering his mom’s calls from prison and his father’s mia status, he wonders if the odds of that aren’t...absolutely horrible. nonexistent, even more like. he’s so in his own head he hardly notices anything else around him. 

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𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣 ! ( @theowarwick )

with classes finally over for the day, liam took it upon himself to spread out on the quad with his books. he figures it’s a nice day, might as well try to make it through the mountain of work he has for the night. the pressure to keep his scholarship weighs heavily on him. he doesn’t want it to. sometimes, he would rather let it all go and drop out and forget the whole college thing. but he can’t. he’s got his family to think of, and protect. he can’t let them down. so, he’s studying. whether he wants to or not.

he hears someone approach. without looking up from his book, he says, “i can hardly believe vonnegut sometimes, can you?”

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𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣 ! ( @kaelafm )

there’s nothing liam enjoys more than a party. well, actually, there are about five other things that he enjoys more, but it all depends on the day. but parties are an alright excuse to get up into some trouble, and forget about his problems. he finds himself at yet another rager, downing a beer and doing his best to actually enjoy himself. he knows the alcohol will kick in eventually. just how soon that will be is what makes him anxious. 

he sees mikaela and walks over to her, finishing off his current drink. “ah, the pure stimulation of a college party. oh, the originality,” he laughs to himself. 

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@beaunjour​ 

Liam knows he should be studying. Or working. Or perhaps doing anything except making plans to get fucked up. But he was never good at denying his impulses. Plus, with everything that’s happened in the last few months, he figures he deserves some time to relax. Try to escape the pounding in his head and the shakiness of his hands. When 7 comes around, Liam arrives at Beau’s. He thinks about turning around and bailing. Making up some lame excuse. As much as he knows it’s the smart thing to do, he can’t bring himself to do it. The need to escape is too high. He knocks on the door.

[ofslucas]

tag dump !