#mxchicant

[lcnelybcyarchive]

@mxchicant like this

“what would you say if i sold my kidney to pay for our eurpoe trip? i got strong kidneys.”

[baronruff]

he swears he’s seen that face one or twice in a similar situation to this. where the air is palpable with the taste of streaming stars && passing comets. where the dizziness of his head isn’t quite loud enough to drown out the murmuring of volcanoes threatening to burst with emotion. where, everywhere he looks around the room, the emptied space is filled with conversing ghosts && their lackluster friendships between freshly paled vampires.   ---   he’s high again, isn’t he? but nonetheless, butch is almost certain he’s seen that face and that boy before, swimming around in these same dangerous circles. so he invites himself over ; he breeches the cosmos between them, cigarette in hand, && tries to not look as fucked up as he really is when he opens his mouth. ❝ do you actually know anyone here, or just that corner you seem stuck in? ❞   @mxchicant

[didright-blog]

CYLAN MCCLOUD & TRISTAN RIVA. / @mxchicant

 send me ‘♡’ for a ship aesthetic of our muses / alternatively ‘ ♫ ’ for a friendship one.                                               status: selectively accepting.

[didright-blog]

“What, no good night kiss?”

                                   first date starters.     status: selectively accepting.

                     lying in bed next to the other, he supposed it was like things should be. sleeping over at tristan’s house was nothing new, he’d done it time and time again. but the kissing was something odd. they’d done THAT time and time again, but did they ever speak about it? nope. still, he gravitated towards them like a moth to a flame. lips moved tenderly over his BEST FRIEND’S with ease, his hand resting on the other’s chest lightly and knowing that he’d curse himself for doing this again...

[didright-blog]

                     ❛ tris, ❜  slurred in a sleepy grog, cylan came padding through to the living room rubbing his eyes where he found his grandmother and the other sitting down, he felt almost stupid. this was cylan’s house afterall, he was supposed to get up LONG before the guest.  ❛ how long’ve you been awake? -- you DID sleep, right?  ❜

@mxchicant

[lcnelybcyarchive]

SMS;; dumb husband

ASHTON: babe

ASHTON: okk so

ASHTON: what if

ASHTON: we get a bird

[violentsiilence-blog]

@mxchicant oh randall’s isn’t too far from where i reside! it’s way closer than coney island haha. thank you for the suggestion, i think i might go there instead tbh :-)

[lcnelybcyarchive]

SMS;; dumb husband

ASHTON: i hate grocery shopping aLONE

ASHTON: why did u do this to me