#vnderblts

[skvlars]

😍

            “ reagan, i love how controlling ya’ are – it pushes everyone ya’ love right into my arms. i would say i love your loyalty, but let’s be honest you’d only ever show that to a guy so, ya’ could say i love your daddy issues. what i think i love most of all is how much ya’ hate me – it makes it easier to hate ya’ too. ”

[gcsscmer]

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone?

reagan vanderbilt 👑. 

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone?

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone?

candy shop, from “heathers: the musical”.

my muse’s last text to your muse?

[sms] 🖂 charli » reagan : finn and i are catching that new stephen king remake tonight![sms] 🖂 charli » reagan : wanna come?

[callchans-blog]

@dynamvte

seeking any form of distraction from having to spend time in room one-o-five, bronson found himself wandering aimlessly through the hotel grounds. the senior trip he’d been looking forward to for as long as he could remember was finally under way and cabo was truly showing itself from its best side, so why did it feel like he was nearing the gallows ? downcast ever since the apocalyptic morning at skylar’s, the redhead wasn’t quite sure of what his next move should ( or even could ) be. calls had gone unanswered and messages left on read, he’d more or less isolated himself and dedicated all of his time to either sweating in the gym or walking his dog around the lighthouse alone. he still wasn’t sure what to do, but he knew things couldn’t stay the way they were either. he was downcast still, but for what ? charli was clearly determined to stay as far away from bronson as possible, somehow able to make a few short inches feel like miles between them on the flight over. he looked down at the phone in his hand and watched as it unlocked itself by the recognition of his face. the device held a thousand memories – not just in the hundreds of pictures that could tell his story, but in everything from text messages to the games he played to pass time. it seemed only fair that is should unlock so easily for him, but him only. scrolling through his contacts, he knew the name he was looking for wouldn’t be listed among his favourites or even recently called. « hey ! whereabouts are you ? » bronson wasn’t sure whether he’d just grabbed a lifeline or tightened the noose around his neck, either way he didn’t really care. cabo was supposed to be all about having fun, something xavier was sure to deliver on. « right. well listen, you know how you said i’d slipped into a slump earlier ? i need you to help me get out of it. »

[callchans-blog]

@vnderblts

walking along the beach, his eyes moved from sand to stone and from rock pools to breaking waves. in the gentle spring sunshine he almost felt as if he were swimming in the briny aroma and as he lifted his gaze he could see the wind billowing the sails of ships going over the horizon. like merry children in a field of daisies the boats skipped across the crested waves, reminding him of how much he had missed sailing and all that came with it. once they had checked in, bronson had left no time go to waste before visiting the port and finding a boat he could lease for the duration of the trip. the flight over had been anything but smooth, so it was reassuring to know he could ( literally ) sail away if he should feel the need to get away from his peers, if only for just a few hours. if the scenes having played out during their flight had been a sign of things to come during their stay, he was sure to need the means of escaping. there was little to no indication any one of them had been able to leave their drama or worries behind, before stepping onto the plane. « reagan ? » he exclaimed, noticeably surprised to run into the girl so shortly after having thought of her. though a soft grin spread soon spread across his lips, eyes squinting because of the sun. « had i known i’d been running into you i would’ve worn my swim trunks, that way i could just wash off the tequila and sprite off by getting in the water... » he couldn’t remember the last time he’d found himself alone with reagan, not really. once high school had started they had gone in opposite directions, however they had never ceased being a part of the one another’s lives either. not one of the many who were easily intimidated by the school’s very own sovereign, bronson took a seat on the sun bed next to her and signalled for the waiter to bring him one of whatever she was having. « throwing that drink was a little much, don’t you think ? »

[skvlars]

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i would kill you. ✧ i would physically hurt you. ✧ i would attack you unprovoked. ✧ i would manipulate you. ✧ i dislike you. ✧ you annoy me. ✧ you scare me. ✧ you intimidate me. ✧ i hope i intimidate you. ✧ i pity you. ✧ you disgust me. ✧ i hate you. ✧ i’m indifferent toward you. ✧ i’d like to get to know you better. ✧  i’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ i’d like to be friends with you. ✧  i’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ i’m unsure how i feel about you. ✧ you are my friend. ✧ you are my best friend. ✧ you are my mentor. ✧ i look up to you. ✧ i respect you. ✧ you are my hero. ✧ you inspire me. ✧ you are my enemy. ✧ you make me happy. ✧ i want to protect you. ✧ i would fight by your side. ✧ i consider you an equal. ✧ i think you are beneath me. ✧ i think you are above me. ✧ i would lie for you. ✧ i would lie to you. ✧ i would sleep with you. ✧ i would sleep by your side. ✧ i would hug you. ✧ i would kiss you. ✧ you are family to me. ✧ i would die for you. ✧ i would kill for you. ✧ i would trust you with my life. ✧ i would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ i would trust you with a secret. ✧ i would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ i love you ( platonically ). ✧ i love you ( romantically ).