#soz !

[otrtbs]

Romantic Prongsfoot is everything :-(

To You, beloved. To You.

[changkyuh]

ps the expecting hate isnt from you, you dont have to answer this but !!! just wanted to clarify

asdkfdkjsd i litcherally dont care at this point if amries try to send hate like... what’s it gonna do i’ve been on here too long to feel anything LMAO

[wepush]

when you see this post an excerpt from your wip

((a bit from an academy era i*i verse fic lols))

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Methane shudders across the sky and drowns out Harry’s reply. Zir shoulders are high and tense as ze turns to head back inside. Louis has a sprig of regret. She covers the sad yellow flexing across her forearm with one hand.

She’s only known all of them for a few dozen – 94, her neuro-net supplies – rotations and it’s not been all citrines and diamonds.

She’s got to stop assuming, got to stop falling into the place in her heart where all of them know her colors like a second language and her words like a punch of carbon dioxide through a haze of oxygen. She’s got to stop assuming they feel anything she feels.

“Rapid interpersonal association, bordering on dependency,” councilor Atien had said and it wasn’t a recommendation.

“Lou,” Liam says quietly.

“What,” Louis snaps back, jerks away from looking at the door back to the wing.

“Harry’s okay.”

Exhale.

“We have work to do.”

“I was doing work,” Liam reminds, “you were crawling all over me.”

“Well, I can fucking fuck off, I fucking suppose,” Louis bites out, feels another sharp pain lodge in her chest and begins to push at Liam’s arms to get at the edge of the wing.

“Louis.”

Liam’s hand might as well be metal-alloy.

Louis grits her teeth and tries to slither out of eir grip. Her hands are a sickly-lime-white.

“Louis.”

“Let. Me,” Louis takes a breath, “Go.”

Louis catches the profile of Liam’s face as ey jerks a bit, eye open too wide. Scared.

“Okay, I,” Liam’s arm shakes as ey lifts Louis up to the wing top.

Louis pulls herself up the remaining way, fingers scrabbling against the plating. She’s breathing too hard for the simple act, all three of her lungs feeling like working over duty in high G. Her forehead is clammy against the wing.

It hurts.

[timmychalamet]

lowkey waiting for you to reblog that accents challenge

duuuuude why would u wanna hear my horrendous russian accent lmao ... yeah not gonna happen