#prctecthem

[penguinpositivity]

@stillgcod && @prctecthem && @youngshct && @pyrrhaeic && @zombeam && @keptmanners && @weprevail

[almostskylight-blog]

@prctecthem        /   continued from here .

Louis is always performing. That’s his thing -- he’s well aware of it. Though, he’s gotten more serious as of late especially when it counts he still very much likes to be upbeat and enjoy the little things. ( The arts, naturally, count. ) His hands come to tap on the music recorder, lets the waltz song play out soft and clear. It still works thankfully. ( No one has tried to burn it yet. ) His brown eyes regard James, watches the other’s reaction. It’s not that he hasn’t noticed James’ affinity to keep to himself, they all have. But it’s good to break the ice, right? People in the past used to dance all the time at social gatherings.

“    Lucky for you I do.   ”   His smile turns a little lopsided through dark freckled cheeks.    “   Sort of, anyways. I took some lesson as a kid. It was always fun.   ”    It seems like years ago, those days. He had been that spoiled rich kid who invested himself in arts. Had really only wanted one thing but been denied it. ( The rest of the story isn’t a happy one. )

Insecurity kicks in though Louis often tries so hard to fake it. He ends up blabbering on. His hands move animatedly in the air.      “    I can lead, it’s no biggie really. It’s just counting steps. One step forward, one step backward. That sort of thing. Heh.   ”

Now he feels like the idiot asking someone to dance but getting rejected. 

[agirlinhell]

“You. Me. Denny’s Parking Lot. Let’s see who gets that last fucking Oreo cookie. FIGHT ME JAMES. FIGHT M E.”

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[agirlinhell]

[JamJam; text] No problem man I’ll do most of the talking at the grump session today. LMAOOOO

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[ladyimaginarium]

this is what happens when u talk w/ tsuki @ 1am + The Shenanigans of Clem and Jam ft. @prctecthem

[agirlinhell]

REUNION

  The leaves  from  the   trees  were  turning  from  gold  to  crimson  to  sunset   orange  as  the  sound  of   squirrels  chit  -  chatting   in  their  ancient  tongues  rang  out  through  the  woodlands.  The  harvest  was  here   and  after  having  found  a  companion  in  a  fellow  red  fox  that  had  been  snooping  around  the  school  in   search  of  food,  Clementine  took  it  upon  herself  to  enjoy  her  surroundings.  Wearing  a  homemade  plaid   scarf,  earmuffs  and  gloves  that  she’d  made  for  herself,  she’d  trekked  along  the  autumn  paths  just  outside   of  the  school’s  campus.  Golden  eyes  flickered  to  and  fro  and  examined  her  surroundings  as  she  walked.

  Autumn  was  a  season  of  change  and  winter  was  soon  approaching.  Sometimes,  she’d  wished  that   humans  could  be  like  the  great  bears  of  the  forest ,  where  they  could  sleep  the  entire  winter away  and   not  have  to  worry  about  starvation  or  finding  another  home  only  to  wake  up  into  spring.  Oh,  what  a   dream.  Luckily,  however,  hopefully  none  of  these  things  would  bother  the  group  too  much,  with  Hilltop’s   assistance  in  sending  farm  animals  to  the  group  like  cows,  poultry,  pigs,  horses  and  sheep  and  building   a  barn  and  a  dairy.  It  was  a  long  and  arduous  process  but  it  should  do  -  it  was  a  lot  better  than   risking  hypothermia  and  starvation  by  hunting  in  the  winter  for  most  did  not  return  from  such  ventures.

 After  crunch  after  crunch  of  the  autumn  leaves  below  her,  she  broke  out  of  her  reverie  to  note  a  blurred    figure  at  the  peripheral  of  her  vision.  Turning  around,  her  lips  part  and  her  eyes  widen  at  the  sight  of  a    face  that  she’d  never  thought  she’d  see  again.  What  on  the  gods’  green  earth  is  he  doing  here?

    ❝ ...  𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼 ? ❞

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[agirlinhell]

‘  do you ever like wake up and do something and you’re just like what the hec– fuck is goin on  ’

“Honestly? Yeah, all the time.” she can’t help but admit, her lips twitching upward into an amused smile. “I remember waking up on this one morning, and I had this intense craving for tacos. So, me and my my tired ass manages to make its way to the kitchens and start preparing something. Then, Omar pops in out of fucking nowhere and calls me out on my shit and told me ‘Clem... there are no tacos, we don’t have tacos’ because apparently I was muttering ‘tacos’ under my breath. I am a fucking idiot when I’m tired and hungry.” She chuckles, shaking her head in amusement, turning to look up at her seemingly very sleepy friend.

“Has that ever happened to you? ‘Cause for your sake, James.. I really hope that’s not the case.”

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[agirlinhell]

*slides in* I LOVE THE MUN AND THE MUSE. THE MUN IS SUCH A JOY TO TALK TO, EVEN WHEN I GET SUPER DISTRACTED XD sometimes, I seriously wonder if I sound boring or not but it's always fun anyway. AND SUCH A GREAT PORTRAYAL OF THE MUSE. I LOVE THEM BOTH AND I WILL STAN THEM FOREVER.

TSUK I I I I I I PLEAS E SSSSSSSSSSSSSST  O  O O    P P P !!!! I’M CALLING THE COPS RIGHT NOW !! YOU’RE NEVER BORING SSSSHHHH!! SHH!! I DON’T WANNA HEAR NO OBJECTIONS!! I SAID WHAT I SAID!! YOU MAKE CLEM AND MY OWN KOKORO GO DOKI DOKI??? SOMEONE CALL 911 I’M GONNA DIE TONIGHT. COME TO MY FUNERAL TOMORROW AND PLAY “TAKE US BACK” WHILE IM DEAD.

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