#parkerxbrooks

[micahofengland-blog]

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send ☢ for a fucking drunken text

[txt]: PARKER[txt]: HALP[txt]: i’VE GOT THE FUCKING BAR CONVINCED I’M FROM AUSTRALIA[txt]: I’M IN TOO DEEP[txt]: my accent is hot as shit tho... [txt]: can you come pretend to be my friend[txt]: hot girl wants to know if i’m being legit and I said you could prove it.. [txt]: i’ll make u breakfast tomorrow..

[angclflorist-blog]

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‽ - Our muses get lost together

‹ ¶           ❝I could always GPS where we are, you know?❞ Parker mused from beside Ángel as they wandered somewhere on the outskirts of Fairford. The man shushed her as he took in their surroundings. This was his hometown and despite being gone for over eleven years, he should most certainly know all the ins and outs of his home.

   ¶           His pride was being damaged by the second. They were supposed to be heading to the nearest city to enjoy some non-Fairford brand clubbing, but now they were roaming through the patch of green that separated the two residential areas. Rolling his sleeves up his forearms, he sighed. ❝I told you, I can figure this out. Give me a second.❞

   ¶           Parker chirped up with a laugh. ❝Do you know how many horror movies start off with two people of color getting lost in the woods? As fun as getting chopped up by a psycho could be, I’d love to avoid it,❞ she teased, mostly kidding. She knew that they were about as safe as they could be, especially since they were together. Not many people in Fairford had any qualms with either of them.

   ¶           ❝My ass is too sweet to end up someone’s—❞ Parker was interrupted by the male beside her pushing his hand at the top of her chest. After a pained breath escaped her, he offered her a smile of apology.

  ¶            ❝D-did you hear that?❞ ›

[micahofengland-blog]

KISS!

Kiss on the nose: You make me happy

Carter and Parker were entangled in yet another movie marathon featuring Spiderman and their long going debate on who truly represented the masked vigilante the best. Between a bottle of wine and a blunt the pair engaged in long standing argument that ended in Carter winning. They resumed with their legs wrapped amongst one another under blankets and the buzz the blonde sported made her happy, euphoric. She peered over to Parker and smiled to herself, nudging parker to gain her attention. “You’re one of my best friends.. you know that right? Thank you, for.. for just being here. When I need this. Thank you.” she mused and leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her nose before giggling and leaning back. “Modern day Peter Parker, savior of dull nights.” she teased.

[micahofengland-blog]

[text]:Also if i get drunk and start crying about the elephants you all have my permission to abandon me.

[text]: parker wtf..[text]: weak[text]: wait r the elephants ok..

[itsjustace-blog1]

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Masterlist of Memes

✠ our muses watching the stars together

If Ace was sober, it would certainly be something felt in a whole different level to him, and although those roof tiles felt really uncomfortable, the moment was too beautiful to waste with stupid complaints. An empty plastic cup that was once filled with beer was the only thing occupying Ace’s hands as the free one grabbed his own wrist, his long slender arms around one of his legs, the other laying lazily next to Parker’s. “You still need to tell me what made you run from that guy.” He scoffed while watching the stars. “That or you were just looking for an excuse to see the stars with me.” He smirked now looking at her.

[itsjustace-blog1]

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even more fucking text memes

send ► for a fucking wrong person text

text: okay yes she’s absolutely gorgeous and funny but i don’t think that’ll ever happentext: i bet sex with her is amazing, though.. 

[elliotsteele-blog]

[text]: You didn’t choose the taco life. The taco life chose you.

ELLIOT → ‘YODA’ : I always knew I was destined for great things.

[elijah-walton-blog]

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MASTERLIST OF MEMES

₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together

The thunders and heavy raining wouldn’t spare a single person in that night, if Elijah didn’t grow up courageous or at least indifferent to the constant warning of the mother nature, he would most likely be at home in that moment, but where would be the fun in that. His ridiculously reckless act, however, would get him into trouble and his conscience hit him when that elevator stopped in the middle of its way to the underground parking. Taking a probably too violent deep breath, Elijah turned to the person next to him. She didn’t look indifferent to the situation. “I’ll give it five minutes until it starts working again, are you alright?”