#thread: max.

[becksummers-blog]

beck shuffled back and forth from foot to foot, the paper bad carrying the many rolls of sushi ( he didn’t know which max preferred, so he had just gotten... a lot, of a wide variety ) crinkling slightly with his movement as he waited for max to come let him into the building. for some reason, he felt a note of nerves; just a note, but this was still abnormal considering he was usually completely cool and collected. he texted max to let her know he was there, then tucked his phone into his pocket. when she materialized before him, pushing open the wide door, he grinned. “one knight in shining armor and one sushi surprise dinner, for one max rivera,” he said, holding the bag up slightly. he moved forward to give her a sort of half-hug ( due to the bag in his hand ) and entered. “how’ve you been? what’ve you been up to tonight?” he asked, tilting his head. he ran his free hand through his hair. “i’m ever so honoured i’ve been allowed to break you out of your castle here sooner than later.” @maxrivcra

[northpointed-blog]

‘  birthdays are for the three F’s : fun, friendship, and forehead kisses. 

(  cue the bear hug, punctuated by the third f.  )

[northpointed-blog]

flynn nichols's/max burton's/gwen garner's/houston morin's relationship with + parapsyched I love dying n bein dyed

                            what is your relationship with pasha novak?

he talks about her. in his sleep, to his siblings, to strangers. there is nothing like finding a kindred spirit in the biggest city in the world. if it was chance, or luck, or fate, he doesn’t know. either way, he thanks the universe for the gift of pash novak. it’s usually a blessing and sometimes a curse. if he could save anyone in this world, it might just be her.

‘  why’re you askin’? you lookin’ for weed?

she’s... complicated. not someone (or something) he could easily fix. that’s all he seemed to do, fix things. he’s tired of that. pash doesn’t come wrapped in ribbons and silk, she may as well be a scratch and dent item. but that’s what makes her pash. her bumps, her bruises, her scars -- she’s tough. she’s brave. that’s why he loves her. he wouldn’t have her any other way.

‘  we’re on and off. she’s a helluva girl. 

the two of them could not be more different. she thinks about this a lot, actually. when she first met pash she was barely out of college and soft-spoken as ever. pash rescued her. that loud-mouth saved her from collapsing in on herself. she’s the yin to her yang, the balance on her scales. it is not about compliment. it’s about contrast.

‘  are you asking if we’re dating? ‘cause we get that a lot. sisters, too. 

she can’t call pash a mother figure. it doesn’t work like that. houston doesn’t quite know what a mother is, but she knows what it’s not. pash is a cool aunt, if anything. she cares. that means a lot. but she doesn’t take care of her.  hell, neither does dion, really. only person that takes care of hous is hous. pash just makes it easier. lightens the load.

‘  who fucking knows, but that no good, two-bit, sonuva bitch owes me an iphone 6s. pronto. 

[northpointed-blog]

@deadringin

‘  you good? school’s good? 

[northpointed-blog]

‘  should i be insulted that you refuse to eat my favorite food ? 

[northpointed-blog]

(  the first thing he takes notice of is the teeth. the sharp point when they crack a smile, one he knows has to be forced. then it’s the ears, the specific point, the specific angle. he recognizes it very clearly, from record after record and book after book. he knows exactly what they are.

and he knows that they’re too old to still be here. what are they still doing here?  )

‘  how old are you?

(  and oddly invasive question. at least, from the outside perspective.  )

[offbeatempathy-blog]

    he's literally about to fall asleep.

[offbeatempathy-blog]

   ❝ so. threesome tonight. ❞