#shapiros

[pinkribbcn]

location : blair’s place availability : closed for @shapiros​

for a while, josie paced back and forth outside of blair’s place. she wasn’t sure what she was going to say when blair opened the door, if blair opened the door. she wasn’t really sure what she was doing, she just knew that she needed someone to talk to. and none of her friends got it. not really. they felt bad about the jerry stuff but she knew she could only talk to someone about it who knew what everyone at high volume went through. and for some reason, blair was the first person she thought to talk to. maybe it was because she had always looked up to her or maybe it was because of the thing blair said about her wearing a mask. she finally knocked on the door and when blair opened it she said, “sorry for coming over unannounced, i just...i really need someone...to talk to.”

[silverbyuls]

this is her favourite tree in woodstock. it’s home to some of the best memories she’d ever created with blair. when she looks up, the trunk still looks like it’d lead all the way to heaven and her hands don’t even reach half way when she stretches her arms against the bark, which only shows that things haven’t changed. she leans her back against the tree, bare feet planted next to the giant root tangled into the ground. “ if you dig your toes into the soil, you can kind of feel the energy going up the tree from mother earth. ” kind of like how babies feed on their mother’s breast, she wants to say, because she used to be able to be as weird as she wants around blair without any judgement. she reminds herself that nothing’s changed and says, “ kind of like how babies feed on their mother’s breast. ”

@shapiros​​​

[tripfm]

status: closed for @shapiros​ setting: rowdy boy trio apartment

      WHEN THE FRONT DOOR OF the apartment opens, trip turns his loose attention away from the tv sporting regis phillbin’s face and a rerun of who wants to be a millionaire to peek his head over the back of his couch - turned - bed, expecting to see his roommates back from their grocery run. when his eyes meet blair's instead, his heart plummets into the pit of his stomach. ❝ jamie’s not here right now, ❞ trip states simply, not even offering her so much as a hello before he’s slinking back behind the back of the couch again, disappearing from sight. maybe if she can’t see him she’ll just . . . go away ? he’s always had a penchant for wishing for unrealistic things.

[cheekyblunders]

Indianapolis Part 2

[tripfm]

status : closed for @shapiros​ setting : they’re both in their respective homes, a couple days after the hoedown

    1AM. THAT’S WHAT THE DIGITAL clock beside his bed reads. 1am. the last time trip was awake at 1am, it was new years and he was stumbling into marty’s apartment with enough alcohol in his system to warrant the snow caked under his boots and the car left at his now - former apartment. before that, it was him sobering up in a police station in seattle, watching the seconds tick by on an analog as his manager slipped a wad of cash to a cop and told them he had it handled. then, before that, it was LA, and all the baggage that had come from that.

      so yeah. historically speaking, 1am is not a time of sound decisions for trip. the only difference between now and all those other times is that he’s perfectly, infuriatingly sober and there’s no one around to share the moment with, what with kem still in the hospital and max sulking dutifully at his side. staring up at the ceiling, trip can’t help the terrible feeling of loneliness that creeps in, and it’s that feeling that eventually spurs him out of bed and has him standing in front of the landline phone they keep in the hall moments later. when he hears blair’s voice on the other end of the line, he’s just as surprised to hear it as she must be having him randomly call her and ethan’s place in the middle of the night. still, he recovers fast, mouth clearly working faster than his brain. ❝ hey, um, so do you remember when we were doing frog dissections in 7th grade and jordan perry’s frog exploded and nobody could figure out why ? ❞ he’s going somewhere with this. at least, he thinks he is. just bear with him a moment.

[tripfm]

❤️🖤

     ❝ WHO SAYS I LIKE ANYTHING about you ? ❞ trip grins, bumping blair's shoulder with his own good - naturedly. it's possible the question is entirely rhetorical, asked in that same sort of half - real, half - not way that he's come to expect from her. still, trip will take a moment to genuinely consider it. ❝ i like how bold you are. like, you don't seem to wait around or give a shit about how people might react to things, you just go for it and act the way you want. it makes you kind of a force of nature, which i think is really cool. ❞ and force of nature is exactly right ; watching blair swing about often feels like watching a tornado tear through a town, bringing about an equal amount of fascination and dread. ❝ then on the flip side, you don't really stick to anything. there's a lot of stuff that you could be good at if you just stayed with it, but you never do. i think that's pretty annoying. ❞

[kcmedinas]

for   :   @shapiros​ location   :   kc’s room  !

he’s  occupying  a  spot  at  the  head  of  his  bed,  blair  at  the  foot  and  an  assortment  of  takeout  in  between.  it’s  not  a  very  festive  layout,  and  it  hasn’t  been  a  very  festive  season  for  any  of  them.  it  can’t  really  be  surprising,  given  the  meetings  and  the  faked  checks  and  the  all  around  build  up  to  inevitable  consequence.  he  hadn’t  thought  about  it  then,  he  doesn’t  really  think  about  it  now,  except  to  notice  that  he  hasn’t  even  put  up  lights  around  the  apartment.  maybe  that’s  something  for  tomorrow,  talking  trip  and  jamie  into  decorating.  for  now,  he’s  committed  enough  to  assure  he  had  christmas  music  to  leave  playing  in  the  background.  he’s  nearly  forgotten  the  reason  for  asking  her  over  to  begin  with,  sparkling  company  aside.  ❛   oh,  yeah.   ❜  he  has  to  lean  to  reach  below  bed,  setting  down  two  pristinely  wrapped  gifts.  ❛   happy  secret  snowflake,  blair  bear.   ❜

[kcmedinas]

with   :   @shapiros​ location   :   teletubbyland

it’s  not  really  blair  that  captures  his  attention.  she  looks  amazing,  but  in  the  scheme  of  everyone  in  costumes  not  as  easy  to  pick  out  of  the  crowd.  it’s  the  person  opposite  her  that  draws  eyes,  taller  still  with  the  little  circle  antennae  and  stiff  even  as  theyre  goaded.  he’s  considering  letting  it  happen,  chiefly  because  he’s  pretty  sure  blair  would  win  with  the  little  movement  happening  on  the  other  end.  in  the  end,  he’d  just  rather  step  in  when  there’s  only  one  of  them.

red  teletubby  is  right  in  blair’s  face,  trying  to  knock  her  with  clumsy  shoves  when  kc  joins  the  party,  his  arm  looping  around  blair’s  waist  and  swinging  her  around  to  insert  himself  in  the  middle.  it’s  absolutely  the  weirdest  stand  off  he’s  ever  been  in.  she’s  still  trying  to  get  to  blair,  and  kc  has  to  spare  his  free  hand  to  hold  her  back  by  her  forehead.  ❛   this  is  so  not  teletubehavior.   ❜