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[marvelposter]

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[deplvmes]

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what cam likes about freddie

what an incredible father he is

his understanding nature

his poetic talent and writing

his inherently english mannerisms

the way his lips always faintly of tea no matter what

ngl, how he's suddenly sexually adventurous like hell yeah high five 

everything ever he's the perfect man it's so upsetting 

what cameron dislikes about freddie

idk probably the fact that daisy and henry low key like him more

like he's the cool parent but whatever she also can't blame them

uh i don't know

probably that he likes to tease her by purposely leaving her alone with johnny on random outings

that's it

cam loves freddie too much

it's gross

[thexmetarchive]

smallgun replied to your post: anonymous asked:Do you ever feel ...

I FEEL THIS SO HARD MY FRIEND! srsly same page, i could not have explained it any better. it goes w/o saying but all of yr writing and yr muses are dope so obvs they’re all welcome to my guys and gals <3

sometimes i am like ash, chill, it's not that serious. BUT I AM HAPPY SOMEONE FEELS THE SAME OK. BUT I LEGIT JUST MISS YOU IN GENERAL.

-just throwing that out there-

[deplvmes]

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The sudden shift in weight on the mattress momentarily startled Jane, until she shook herself out of her REM daze and remembered that she was back home. “Hey,” she grumbled, knuckles digging into her eye socket as she attempted to slowly rouse herself and offer up proper amount of attention. “Here —- more blankets. You have cold feet,” the statement was offered to her sister with an audible smile, maneuvering herself so they’d have equal room under the comforter.

"Sorry I’ve been gone," she began quietly, eyes adjusting to the darkness, trained on the cracked ceiling. "Grayson and I have been… busy." As always, it was difficult to find the words for the situations Jane and her partner found themselves in — difficult even with Meg being one of the most understanding people in her life. "I’m sticking around ‘til New Year’s, though. I promise. So maybe we should finally throw that party we’ve been bullshitting about all this time?”

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[vongosh]

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The sound of knocking was a pleasant distraction from the tedious workload that Brooke had been putting off all weekend. Now, 2 o’clock on a Monday morning, surrounded by textbooks and color coded to-do lists, the blonde was faced with the deadlines that’d been looming over her head since Friday. She practically tripped over her own feet to avoid the essays and the readings, rushing past the papers strewn across the floor to answer her door. “Hey, what’s u—” the giant grin plastered across her features melted into a look of confusion when she was met by Mason. “What are you doing here?” she asked curiously, hoping it didn’t come off as rude as it sounded in her head. “What I mean is you never come to my room. I’m always stuck bugging you and Jessie. Everything alright? Want to come in? My mom just sent me a care package so I have tons of food if you want any. I’ve got tons of trail mix and dried fruits and Weight Watchers chocolates, which taste just like regular chocolate. Amazing how they do that, right? Here, come in.” 

[vongosh]

get ur ass to class, mason whitaker! i have a funny story to tell youuu ok well class started so i guess you’ll just have to sneak in quietly as per usual, mr late pants oh and since you’re already late you might as well get me a coffee. shot of espresso pls hey, are you not coming? is everything okay?

With a final glance around the lecture hall—maybe he slipped in late and sat in the back or maybe he was mad at her for something or other and wanted to sit elsewhere—Brooke frowned down at her phone before tossing it into her bag, which sat alongside her jacket on the seat she’d reserved for Mason. He obviously wasn’t coming, she decided. But why? Just this morning she bumped into him in the hall and he didn’t mention anything about feeling sick or planning to skip class. They were friends. He would’ve told her something like that. Well, perhaps he took a nap and slept through his alarm, she reasoned. Yeah, that was probably it. Brooke went back to dutifully copying down notes from the board but couldn’t focus on a single word she wrote or make sense of anything her professor was saying. Paying attention to lectures was difficult enough on a good day. Her mind was miles away, trying—but failing—to shake away the feeling that something was wrong. 

The rest of the class dragged on painfully slow, with Brooke checking her phone every two minutes while struggling to keep up with the information being thrown at her. Her mind was flying just as fast as her pen, and then her feet once her professor dismissed the class. She practically ran back to their building and straight up three flights of stairs to Mason’s door, which she frantically slammed her fists against. “Mason? Are you in there? I’m coming in!” she declared, before barging straight into his room, breathing a sigh of relief as soon as she spotted him. “Jesus Christ. Okay, I half convinced myself on the walk back here that I was going to open the door and find a dead body! Don’t ask why. My mind just kinda…” With a noncommittal wave of her hand, Brooke invited herself in, tossing her bag in the corner of the room and plopping onto one of Jessie’s chairs. “I’m glad you’re alive. Why weren’t you in class?”