#thtree

[graveston3s]

closed for @thtree : accepting

" we're going to have to be honest with each other sooner or later . "

[shadowbrn]

❝ i ... shouldn't allow myself to get this close to you. ❞

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[cfthesoul-a]

🔆🔆🔆🔆🔆🔆🔆🔆🔆 X IFINITY!!

Send me a “🔆” if you enjoy seeing me on your dash!

[wantsforever]

plotted starter for @thtree! / jj + tillie

sweat drips down his bare torso, sweat - soaked shirt long abandoned by his bike, the summer sun unforgiving. it beats down on him ruthlessly, forearm glistening from the repeated motion of wiping his forehead with the inside of it. it's fruitless, he realizes, the perspiration returning with each square inch he pushes the lawnmower. it's when he turns it off, examines his work, and confronts the fact that he's only halfway done that a break is decided on. a semi - squished blunt is taken from his pocket, fingers smoothing out the creases and dents before a lighter follows suit. takes a position underneath one of the trees as he takes his first puff, no cars in the driveway supplying a false sense of security. a viewpoint to the pool, his favorite prey to his favorite cat and mouse game sprawled flat on one of the lawnchairs. saunters over with the blunt hanging from his mouth, brim of his hat hung low over his eyes to shield from the rays, and his arms lean against the fence that separates the pool from the outside world.

"hard day at work, princess?" the pogue retorts, the right side of his lips twitching with the threat of a smirk. and even though there's no clear view of her eyes behind her large sunglasses, he continues, "could feel 'ya starin' at me. don't lie. gonna have to pay me extra for the distraction."

[wantsforever]

plotted starter for @thtree! / rafe + sofia

his back aches against the sofa that's served as his bed for the last six days, caved in the middle and cushions stained with use. ( ignores the way the stains got there, prefers not to think about it when his face is pressed against it every night. ) a difference, one of the many, that rafe finds in this secluded trailer is that, despite its location, it's not known for isolation. the door is revolving, fists are loud as they pound and their owner begs for their next fix, fights for payment are frequent. he's learning to tune them out for the sake of survival, his eyes closed but his mind awake. not a single speck of powder left on the multi - use rolling tray that lays on the table, paired with a rolled up dollar bill as evidence. the door opens, eyes don't follow suit, not until it's registered that the footsteps are significantly lighter than the heavy thuds of barry's thick boots. cracks one open, a sapphire orb making a brief appearance, but body stays laid down flat.

"he's not here," rafe informs the intruder dismissively, letting his tongue flick over his dry lips. "closed for business."

[oldmultihaha]

" i don't relate to you. " kate attests. there is a mixture of confusion and anger evident in her tone. thanks to people like him and victoria, she was now a conversation piece here at blackwell academy. after years of flying under the radar, she's suddenly gained infamy. he can act like he hasn't played a part in making her life miserable. fine, whatever. but what he's not going to do is claim that they have anything in common. " you're a bully, nathan. "

lyric based starter ♫ happier than ever - billie eilish. (@thtree)