i'm sorry ms. jackson

ty kennedy. puts the motion in the ocean.

[ty-kennedy]

“Uh, what the fuck kind of game you trying to play with me right now?” Ty questioned, the drunken laughter slipping past his lips.

[ty-kennedy]

charliehearst‌:

“You shouldn’t stand so close to the bonfire,” Charlie directed his company, face void of any signs of genuine concern. His smile was minimal yet present. “I wasn’t so sure you’d show up.” The smoke from his cigarette filled the space between them. “Did you give thanks? Then drink, dance, and let’s rage up this shit fire.”

“You must be mother fucking giddy then,” Ty gave a wide grin, throwing the rock in hand at the engulfed car, stepping back to stand beside Charlie. “How come you never offer to buy me a drink, you prick,” Ty shook his head, downing the rest of the drink in hand.

[ty-kennedy]

emehoult‌:

“Double shot of whiskey, please.” Eme ordered at the bar, a warm smile on her lips as she let the atmosphere of the party roll over her body. It had been awhile since she had taken the opportunity to let loose, and was very eager to take full advantage of what the night held, knowing that the exams coming up and the rest of the school year would take it’s toll. “Hey, can I get you a drink?” Eme asked the person just behind her at the bar, eager to expand her social circle and make friends - and also clearly able to see just how large the line for alcohol was. 

Ty was working his angles, scooting in front of people to grab his next drink when he heard the girl’s voice. "Are you hitting on me?” He deadpanned, but let the smile find his lips after a moment. “I’ll let you buy me a drink if you let me buy your next round.”

[ty-kennedy]

arihaven‌:

“Come one, come all,” a voice called in the midst of the crowd, surrounding the car that would soon be a heap of ash. “We’ve got bats and golf clubs, sling shots, and knives. Spray paint and the alike. Only fifteen dollars each rental.”

Ari turned his head towards the boy with the impressive collection of assortments behind him, collected with destruction in mind. Ari shrugged as he stepped forward. “Why not,” he said to himself, turning towards the person behind him. “You coming?”

“Grab a sling shot. First one to hit the mirror wins,” Ty nodded, adding a little giddy-up to his stride as he started that way. “You think it’s bring your own rocks?”

[boysdeluxe]