tortured

one flew over the cuckoo's nest will, 22, freshman.

[charliexscoops]

“Not a fan? Yeah, sometimes he can be a little much, but I don’t know–He doesn’t really judge me too much.” He said smiling slightly back to the other before frowning slight. “I… I can leave if you want? I don’t really like making people feel uncomfortable.”

[willturbett-blog]

“A little much.... I was at a party where he got his bottom out once!” Tugging at his collar, he made an effort to poke it back into pristine placement after his judgemental shriek had jostled it. “Yes, leave. Scaramouche, scaramouche,” he quoted, cracking an awkward smile a second later before it abruptly fizzled. “Sorry. Bad joke. You may stay.” Rattling the box of dried fruit in his lap, he propped them up in offering. “Would you like a sultana?”

[openupbithvc-deactivated2020101]

He watched as he climbed the fence, chuckling softly as he positioned himself atop the gate. “Come on, just have to get to the other side!” he shouted, surprised that Will had even accepted the request for him to go retrieve his disc in the first place. “I don’t have a dog,” he said, confusion on his face for a fraction of a second, before it finally clicked who Will was referring to. “Excuse me?” he asked, quirking a brow before running toward the fence, climbing it so fast it made it seem silly he’d asked someone else to get what he wanted on the other side and hopping down. “How about you say that again, to my face?”

[willturbett-blog]

Will’s breath caught in his mouth as he noticed Max advancing, hands immediately struggling to whip his metal detector out and hold it in front of him like some kind of weapon of defence. “Stay back,” he choked, clearing his throat before he pressed on further. “What did I say it to before, your belly button?” Chortling wickedly, he took a moment to delight in what he viewed as a golden bit of jesting. His brow furrowed once he realised Max’s attitude was still somewhere south of sunshine. “All of you. Disgusting.” Voice reduced to a mutter, he made sure to prod Max’s leg in an effort to prompt him further out of his space. “I’ve seen thimbles longer than the skirts she wears. No need to imagine what's up there. I've seen it!" His tongue darted between his lips in poor timing, another firm poke seeing him attempting to wrangle Max away like a shepherd with an unruly lamb. "Keep your distance."

[openupbithvc-deactivated2020101]

Max watched recognition turn Will’s face to stone and he couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head minutely. He had that effect on people, so it wasn’t surprising. He watched as he set off on the mission, a glint of amusement on his face. “Just a heads up, I have somewhere to be in a hurry!” he called out, chuckling to himself.

[willturbett-blog]

Will wriggled like a fish out of land to navigate the fence, hitching himself up with a loud grunt and straddling the top of it. He had a sudden, vivid flashback to a rodeo bull he’d made the mistake of getting on to impress a girl once. Lana Del Rey’s Body Electric was crooning in the background and the whole thing was so inadvertently erotic that he’d had to go home to change his trousers. “Don’t rush me!” He practically screamed, flustered by the reminiscing as he dropped over onto the other side. Patting around in the long grass, he eventually latched onto it and padded closer to the fence to glare at Max through a mesh section. "I don't think I should give this back to you. I've seen--... That mutt!" He whispered incoherently for a second, knuckles whitening around the disc in hand. "You ought to smack her bottom to keep her in line."

[charliexscoops]

“No? Well, you do now. We both like drawing.” He said with a small smile, coming to sit next to the other boy. “uh–I don’t really have that many. This guy Max…really…him and a few other.”

[willturbett-blog]

Will immediately glowered at the mention of Max. “That boy...” Trailing off, he shook his head once or twice, not realising that he’d inadvertently impersonated the frog on a tricycle meme. “I’m not sure we have the same standards in the company we keep.”

[damoncallowayarchive-deactivate]

Damon watched with narrowed eyes and lips parted in awe as Will sucked the hot dog in between his puckered lips with all the shame and self-awareness of a five-year-old. A very rude boy. Damon grinned, an eyebrow raised even as he nodded his agreement. “I guess I am. And you, my friend, just performed very public fellatio on that hot dog.” He was easy to frazzle, and maybe that was mean, but even recognizing that didn’t keep Damon from doing it a little bit intentionally. Cracking a wide smile at Will’s mishap with his words, he was still laughing to himself as he followed the boy’s gaze to the cheerleaders down on the floor of the gym–his smile disappeared as soon as he saw Pearl among them, and it took him a moment to process what Will had said. Once he had he perked up considerably. “Are you talking about Pearl Winters?” he asked, feigning his casual tone of voice. “The blonde?” The expression on Will’s face told him he was right, and he just barely held back a burst of laughter. “Why doesn’t she deserve it?” An immature idea crossed his mind, and after chewing briefly on his lip in consideration, he said, “You know, I swear she had a thing for you before I dated her. I always got the feeling she wanted to talk to you but didn’t think you liked her, know what I mean?” 

[willturbett-blog]

As soon as the word ‘fellatio’ left Damon’s lips, Will clenched his toes so tightly the crack in them was audible. “Fella--... You’re a disgusting little man and I want no part in this charade! This is my mid-day snack. I am very hungry and you’re ruining everything!” His fingers fluttered along the clasp on his lunchbox, pressing with all the force required to snap a bone in an index finger until he heard it click shut. Not quite as satisfying a sound. “Pearl Winters. That name fits. It’s always winter in her heart.” He let out a tepid chortle at what he supposed was an insidious defamation of character, lips twisted into a sly grin that he hid beneath the straw to his apple juice. Slurping with all of his might, the carton rattled in protest. Rats. He gave it a good shake. His juice was running low and, the more Damon pressed on, the more his patience was, too. Chin immediately snapping upwards, he scanned his expression for a speck of sincerity. Blemish free. Either he was an astounding actor or, could it be? Will had... an admirer? “Her affections will never go anywhere. I’m a man of very fine tastes. Last month I saw her with that brown--... That brown haired one. Bradley. She flashed her underwear at a homeless man wearing fishnets and Pearl laughed!” Shaking his head, his eyes slid shut like the memory alone haunted him. He couldn’t help but pound a passionate fist against his fastened up food. “Disgusting behaviour. Ladies should not be acting in that way.” Will clasped his lunchbox in hand like a nervous grandmother watching the British Bake Off. “No class. No self respect.”

[openupbithvc-deactivated2020101]

“Man, I need your help,” Max pleaded from behind the fence that overlooked the field. “My dumb ass threw a disc and I can’t find it anywhere. I’m shit at climbing fences, can you see if it’s there?” @willturbett

[willturbett-blog]

“A disc?” Will barked back instinctively, a little frazzled by the sudden interaction. He’d just been taking his new metal detector out for a fresh spin -- so far, he’d unearthed an old penny and a tin with a particularly stinky joint inside. Disgraceful. “I am not a monkey mutt, here to climb your fence for you!” Eyeing the fence in question, he clicked his contraption off and folded it aggressively back into his bag. “I... I suppose I can try.” It was only once he properly surveyed him that he regretted agreeing to do so -- Max De Cotes. A rabid beast of a boy that mingled in equally beastly circles. “You... Argh!” A hacked up grimace saw him stomping forwards to approach the mission in stony silence.

[cyntheac]

“Oh you didn’t make me uncomfortable,” Cynthia laughed, “But I think I might be making you a little uncomfortable, I hope I’m not, though,” She pouted over at the boy before deciding to bring her other leg up onto the bench, maneuvering herself to be sitting criss-cross, her hand tugging at the skirt of her dress in attempt of keeping her ladylike behavior before resting the book on her calves. She hummed happily when he called her sweet, her head nodding in approval of such a lovely compliment. Will was an odd boy, quiet and mousy, nervous and stuttery, it was all very endearing and intriguing. She glanced over at him some when he mentioned Killian, her smile still soft and friendly, having a feeling where he was going with the sentence before he stopped himself. “You’re not a bother,” She practically cooed at the boy, wanting him to feel like she enjoyed his company as much as he enjoyed her, “Killian’s not really the jealous type, or well… If he is I haven’t seen it yet, plus he’s close with all of his exes so if he gets upset that I have other boy friends then he can just kiss my butt,” Her laugh was soft and bouncy, hoping that she could infect him with it like she could do with others, “Killian won’t mind at all I promise.”

[willturbett-blog]

“Oh, no! Of course. I mean--... Of course not,” he corrected hastily, wetting his lips and immediately regretting doing so. His tub of Vaseline had just run dry. The winter chill was sure to lick his lips into rabid, terrible things without it. He’d have to save some of his lunch money to spare on a fresh load. Eyebrows bunching, he tried to ignore the innuendo his thoughts had craftily managed to sneak in. Fresh load. How crass. It was probably the way his heart was racing around Cynthia that got his mind so dastardly unholy. “He’s not the jealous type?” Making a point of raising his eyebrows in surprise, he averted his eyes to his page in the nervous way he’d seen children that were keeping secrets from their parents do. “He... He had a bit of a talking to me.” Cue the hard swallow. The worried fidget of his fingers along his fringe. A reluctance to meet her eye. “I really don’t want to cause trouble. He... He, uh, made it very clear.” He’d been holding his pencil so tightly that once he relaxed his hand it slipped from him entirely, only managing to catch it last minute as it rested in the crook of his elbow. “Sorry,” he blustered, tucking it into his sailor striped case of stationary as he brought his eyes upon hers. “He really doesn’t seem to like me very much.” Letting a sigh out, he tucked his head down to stare fixedly at his knees. “He said I shouldn’t be speaking to you.”

[ninaxpetrov-deactivated20161116]

It wasn’t that Nina didn’t notice the male sitting across from the tree. She was just more focused on lighting the tip of her joint that was between her lips. At the sound of his voice though, she turned to look at him. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said before taking a few steps to the side. Her eyes shifted between the tree he was supposedly drawing and then back at him. Nina pulled the blunt from between her lips, letting it rest between her middle and index finger as she blew the smoke from her mouth. “I haven’t seen you around before,” she mused as she began to take a few steps towards him before taking a seat. Nina raised her eyebrow slightly, “You smoke?” she asked as she extended the blunt towards him.

He was intriguing. Not like a lot of the other people she had met around the campus. “I need a partner in crime for the night. How would you like to join me? You won’t regret it, stranger.” Her eyes still on his as her lips pulled into a smirk.

[willturbett-blog]

Will’s eyes remained trained on the foreign article clasped between her fingers, brow furrowing somewhat. “I don’t--...” He barely had time to form a sentence before she was taking a seat besides him, the scent of her perfume rousing his nose to attention. “I don’t, no. I don’t believe in things like that.” A sharp mind was best tuned with fresh air and seasoned capabilities where Will was concerned, not by a dehydrated bag of leaves. The whole thing felt very Land Before Time to him, although he knew that was an entirely absurd comparison -- smoking a joint in contrast to infant dinosaurs munching through leaves in the prehistoric era. Rubbing his temple some, he attempted to keep his thoughts from straying elsewhere, something that proved entirely difficult once he found himself studying how softly her lips were puckered. “A partner in crime?” He repeated, expression incredulous as he paused his pencil. “I don’t want to end up in an orange jumpsuit.” A thick swallow came before his next comment, one he had to work up the nerve to utter. “Wouldn’t mind the handcuffs, though.” Eyes wide, it was as if he’d shocked even himself. What would grandmother think of this kind of lewd conversation? Clearly, he’d spent too long in the presence of Damon Calloway. “Sorry. I’m so sorry about that. Very... rude.”

[charliexscoops]

“I don’t know…I think everyone can stand to have something in common with at least a few people, and it’s kind of amazing I said that since I’m known for being antisocial.” He said with a small smile. “It’s not for everyone, but I like it…”

[willturbett-blog]

“I don’t,” Will immediately contested, tucking his gaze down onto his sketchbook again to hide the frustration marking his features. “Who are your friends here?” It was probably a strange question to ask out of the blue but sitting there, pencil scratching, Will couldn’t think of anything else to force out.

[willturbett-blog]

✉️ pearl

Pearl: tell me something fun

Will: No. Do not contact this number any further.

[quoted-books]

What if the Devil doesn’t know he’s the Devil?

Cathrine Goldstein, The Letting (via okaying)

[damoncallowayarchive-deactivate]

The gymnasium was a terrible place to be trapped during the lockdown, and a couple hours in Damon was beginning to lose his mind. Irritated with the mass of bodies moving around like caged lobsters on the gym floor, he decided to climb up the bleachers, hoping to find an empty spot near the top so he could pull out his DS and lose himself in a game until this was over. He didn’t even notice the boy wearing what looked like a shirt plucked directly out of the 1800s until he was shouted out. Looking down, his eyebrows raised at the sight, taking in the piece of paper being used as a makeshift bib and the hastily skinned hot dog, half of which disappeared into the boy’s mouth with a sudden click of teeth. Deciding quickly that this might be more entertaining than a video game, he sat slowly down beside him, leaving a decent amount of space between them. “How’s that hot dog, my man? Looks like a mouse got to it before you did.” Looking briefly over at the cheerleaders without much of his own interest and then back, an amused grin crept across his face. “Too bad you didn’t bring binoculars.”

[willturbett-blog]

Will let out a foul gasp. “That’s disgusting! I would never share my dinner with a mouse. This is not Stuart Little.” Paying no care to social decency, his lips hoovered the sausage between them so he could suck some of the juice clean. Just like grandma’s soup. His eyes remained narrow on Damon as he lingered besides him. “You are a very rude boy.” He’d seen him around -- Will attended a party once, a terrible error of judgement on his part, where Damon had appeared to be in another dimension entirely. That was also, of course, the party where he’d had to go home after a mere ten minutes as a result of a pizza slice entirely ruining his crisp, white shirt. “I don’t need binoculars. I have a very fine set of balls on me-- eyeballs!” Will spluttered in correction, munching up the rest of the sausage to distract himself from his error. Wiping his damp fingers down on his sketch, his eyebrows bunched once he spotted a flame of blonde moving through the crowd. Pearl Winters. The pizza culprit from the party. She’d ruined his favourite outfit. “Doesn’t deserve the nice bottom,” he mumbled under his breath as he glowered at her, snapping his lunchbox shut in abrupt defiance.

[charliexscoops]

“Nature can be beautiful, Yeah. I sometimes think I might be going insane that way though, the animal thing. My cat pretty much knows my every thought and I know what she’s thinking too.” He said with a small smile, watching the other slightly. “No, Art was just an elective. I’m in computer science”

[willturbett-blog]

“I often think animals know what I’m thinking more than other people do. I have... more in common, I suppose, with them.” Basic impulses. Carnal desires. Unwavering thirsts. Will’s forehead immediately creased. “An elective?” The way he said it made it sound like a dirty word. “That’s a shame. I’d waste away behind a computer screen.”

[willturbett-blog]

Cooped up on the bleachers, Will tucked an old sketch under his collar like a makeshift bib. It would be a terrible shame if he got hot dog juice on his grandmother’s favourite smock. He’d just ironed it that morning. Teeth scuttling along the outer layer of the sausage like parasites, he shredded the skin off and smacked his lips at the tasty snack. Some of the cheerleaders in the gymnasium had taken to practising an upcoming routine. Will would have found the whole thing terribly tasteless had it not been for the odd skyward flash of pleats, leaving stretches of tan thigh for him to marvel out of the corner of his eye at. It was only once Damon strolled past to obstruct his view that he called out in impulse. “Hey! You...” Barbarian. Bumbling fool. Dare he say it, beast. A fervent chomp saw half of the sausage devoured in one, molars angrily grinding. “You’re blocking my view, you brute.” @tfwdamon

[cyntheac]

Another giggle fell from her mouth just like the leaves falling from the trees surrounding them, her head shaking some as she skimmed the page, “I don’t think it’s quite cold enough for frostbite just yet sweetheart,” She muttered, turning the page and glancing over at him, her smile crinkling her eyes and dimpling her cheeks. She figured that most girls would turn away the opportunity to let a boy like William draw them. Cynthia could pick out the few little quirks that made up the boy that would scare people off, his nervousness, his odd phrasing of words, his strange demeanor… but Cynthia wasn’t frightened of him if anything it drew her in more. She wanted to show this boy kindness, to be his friend and help him make more friends, it was a shame to let such a sweet boy go unnoticed just because he was a bit shy. “Well that’s perfect then,” She beamed when he admitted he needed someone to draw for his class, her brow quirking some before letting out a soft little laugh at his expense, “It’s a compliment I know,” She told him, wrinkling her nose and resting her hand on his knee gently, “You’re a little flirt, I get it.” She teased him lightly, her hand pulling back to turn the page of her book, “I think you and I will be good friends William, especially if you draw me well, I love artists.”

[willturbett-blog]

Will’s eyebrows bunched up in frustration, hoping he hadn’t made himself out as too much of a fool for that comment. Really he knew it wasn’t cold enough for frost bite -- he had no idea where that mumbled anecdote had come from. Nibbling his lip to contain a thin sigh, he tried his best to stomach the self conscious flutter in his gut. “Perfect,” he repeated, lips twisted up into a shy little smile as his brain whirred to think of an ideal setting. Somewhere well lit, where the sun could play with her hair like his fingers always wanted to. Somewhere private. “I, uh... Oh!” His heart practically seized at her hand on his knee, leg jolting slightly from the sudden closeness. “Sorry... Bucking kangaroo,” he offered feebly, an awkward laugh sprouting from his mouth and disturbing the air between them. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Genuine concern furrowed his features, eyes entirely sincere as they found hers. “I just think you’re very sweet.” Settling back to his work again after her comment, he tried to hide the triumphant smile at her last addition. I love artists. Maybe all his daydreams weren’t so much destined to be dreams after all. “I think we’ll be good friends, too. Well, if Killian lets--...” Trailing off, worry graced his expression for a second before he shook his head. “Never mind. Forget I said anything. I don’t want to cause any bother.” Oh contraire, he thought, pencil sketching out the curve on his page that his lips were itching to possess -- that was exactly what he wanted to do.

[tairebear]

[bridgepromos]

“I can’t believe you just blew my legs off with a straight up wisdom bomb.” Oz stared down at the sandwich with a quirk of his eyebrows. It looked like something his mom would throw in a brown paper bag for him, smiling sticker attached saying ‘don’t do anything Jesus wouldn’t do’. “Gandhi vibes. Is he one of your big inspirations?” Setting fire to social decency, Oz reached forward and poked the peeping cucumber. “Boop!”

[willturbett-blog]

Will might as well have had the 404 error code plastered over his face like a computer screen when Oz prodded his grubby finger against his carefully sliced vegetable. “Disgusting!” He wasted no time in slapping the prying hand away. “That’s my lunch. I...” Pitching a staggered sigh, he hurled the sandwich forcefully down onto the floor, cucumbers flying everywhere. “Now I can’t eat it! I didn’t pack a cheese string today. I have nothing left.” His eyes narrowed, voice sounding something like Gollum as he fondled the ring. “Insolent boy. You need to learn some manners.”