#scoutedboy

[restingpout]

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since this one is three hearts, I’m going to introduce y’all to my constellation aka three of my favorite people on this website and in general tbh!!

rissa @salvatoraes​ is my baby, the cutest to ever cute, the velma to my shaggy, the rapunzel to my flynn, the stefan to my harry (our crackship babes!) aaaand she let’s me live out my dreams with josie and uncle stefan. i adore rissa okay. she writes stefan better than the tvd writers ever did so you should give her a follow for sure!!

kay @croianam​ and i instantly clicked. like we literally messaged each other to say we were going to be best friends aaaand we are. she gives me a hard time 99% of the time but i know that it’s just tough love and i give it right back. she writes a lot of amazing characters on her mumu and she writes every single one of them perfectly!!

ap @scoutedboy​ is the one who declared us a constellation and i’m so glad she did!! she’s the sweetest person ever, always makes me smile and she! wrote! me! a! poem! which is one of the coolest things anyone’s ever done for me. honestly her writing is superb and if you’re a fan of the society (or not!) you should give her grizz a follow!

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@scoutedboy​ you literally asked for this so...

HARRY had... become one with the bed. He had barely moved from that same fucking spot since he laid down days ago. He finally got coaxed out of it long enough to take a shower, but honestly he just kind of went through the motions of washing himself, then let the hot water scald his skin until it ran cold. Maybe it was masochistic, but he felt so fucking numb. He needed to feel something, even if it was pain. He changed into a clean set of pajamas and crawled right into the Harry shaped indent in the mattress, blanket covering most of his body. When he heard the floor creaking, he groaned dramatically. “I really need to get the fucking lock fixed on that door,” he grumbled without turning around to see who it was.

[salvatcrechilda]

       𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍   some  of  the  best  couple  years  since  well––  in  the  longest  time.    but  the  fact  that  his  happy  years  were  numbered,  well  that  was  one  thing  he  hated.    the  creatures  in  this  town  were  slowly  coming  back,  &&  new,  vicious  vampires  were  returning.    he  turned  to  look  at  grizz,  someone  he  started  to  care  so  much  for  &&  he  hoped  that  nothing  would  ever  happen  to  him.    ❛   hey.   it’s  nice  seeing  you  around.   ❜      –––––––   ⦗  @scoutedboy   ✨  sc ⦘

[croianam]

               I  went  to  the  woods  because  I wish to live                deliberately, to front only the essential facts                of life,       and see if I can learn what it had to                teach,  and not when I came to die, discover                that              I              had              not              lived.

                                                 a teeny thing for @scoutedboy

[ghospokea]

there  was  a  lot  about  this  scenario  that  could  be  called  a  nightmare.  the  dead  roaming  the  streets,  the  fact  that  he  couldn't  get  in  touch  with  his  family,  but  maybe  the  worst  was  the  fact  that  forrest  was  in  a  group  stuck  at  the  school.  the  group  was  relatively  small,  and  not  a  single  adult  to  be  found,  so  they  were  left  to  their  own  devices,  left  to  figure  it  out  all  on  their  own.  maybe  he  should  just  be  happy  that  they  didn't  kick  him  out  on  the  first  day.  it  was  obvious  that  most  saw  him  as  useless.

(  he's  not  even  sure  if  he  blames  them  for  it.  )

even  in  the  zombie  apocalypse,  it  seems  cliques  still  exist.  it's  rare  forrest  gets  the  chance  or  the  courage  to  speak  to  any  of  the  other  people  here.  usually  he's  left  to  himself,  or  the  spirits  that  haunted  the  place.  there  were  more  now.  so  he's  not  sure  where  the  random  burst  of  courage  comes  from  the  day  that  he  decides  to  talk  to  grizz.  maybe  it's  because  they're  both  alone,  for  once?  or  maybe  anxiety  had  decided  to  pause  for  a  moment?  or  maybe,  (and  more  likely),  talking  to  him  was  a  terrible  idea  that  would  eventually  embarass  him  the  same  way  everything  did.

"do  you  need  help  with  that?"  he's  not  sure  he  can  help,  but  no  one  else  was  offering.

@scoutedboy  liked  *

[croianam]

scoutedboy replied to your post: ;; reminder that Natasha Romanoff died to save the...

honestly….i was SO DISTURBED by that it wasn’t even funny

I love how easily people tend to wash over the fact that she died too and her body was left at the bottom of Vormir so she didn’t even get a proper burial despite being the Only Avenger who didn’t give up :)

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Harry was TIRED. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. He was just fucking tired, in every sense of the word. None of this was what he wanted, and he didn’t know how he fucking got there. “You can’t ignore me forever, you know.” he drawled out, lifting his gaze to look at his (current? former?) best friend. He knew that they had different interests at heart, and maybe that’s what drove them apart... but now was their chance to get the band back together. Well, not the whole band. He didn’t trust anyone else. Not yet. But he trusted Grizz. He ran a hand through his hair as he pushed off the counter and stepped closer. “Look, I have an idea, but I need-” he paused, hesitated, before continuing. “I need your help man.” @scoutedboy​

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hey 😏

have I told you lately how happy I am that I met you?because I am. you are a light in my life.I’m sorry that my writing is subpar comparedto the poetry you write with grizz!!but thank you for writing with me and harry.i appreciate the heck out of you.