prettyboyshea-blog
"oh, are you gonna hit me again, huh?"
❧ philip shea; multiship; warnings; written by april;
56 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
Photo
you’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town
804 notes
·
View notes
Photo
– you can set your own dials. i’m sure you don’t wanna listen to my jams.
– your jams?
592 notes
·
View notes
Photo
“You know, if my mom was alive, maybe I’d tell her about you, too.”
1K notes
·
View notes
Photo
Remember when we were shook AND BITCH I AM STILL SHOOK
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
concept: a shy boy moaning pathetically each time you touch a certain spot and turning bright red every time because he’s trying so hard to keep it in but it just feels so good and he can’t help himself
14K notes
·
View notes
Text
At first his gaze had gone to the hand on his arm, a questioning look almost before it'd swiftly returned to the other. Quietly screaming at the proximity, but no big deal. The assurance poured just as quickly as his initial apology, and it didn't take much to clamp his lips shut the second time around. Philip did, however, offer a nod with the question of being okay. It'd been an awkward spot to hit, but they both seemed fine. The other hand wasn't necessary, though frankly he wasn't sure he wouldn't end up falling over himself again.
"People run into you all the time?" He asked with the comment, his own brow quirked slightly. His tone was softer, quieter than Scott's but nonetheless 'genuine' -- whatever that meant. "Seems harsh." One hand moved to his bag, mostly just tugging it closer and checking by just the feel of it to make sure everything was still there. That being said he didn't look while he did it, because he was finding it pretty hard to look away from the boy in front of him.
prettyboyshea:
@hastodosomething liked the thing x
Going from one big city, to a small time town, back to a slightly bigger town. It was a lot of adjusting for one kid, a lot of self discovery and finding new people who either accepted him or hated him. There’d probably come a time where he just gave up trying to please everyone, but no one could say Philip wasn’t trying his damn hardest.
Dark eyes traveled up one way, down the other, before jogging across the street with his hand grasped firmly around his bag’s strap which was strung over his shoulder and bounced off his hip. He’d been so preoccupied with making sure the contents stayed put that his gaze had drifted too far down, and before he knew it his forehead was banging into someone’s arm.
“—shit, sorry,”
His head had snapped up almost instantly, lips pouring with apology to the stranger.
Most of the time, Scott wasn’t a particularly graceful person himself, even being what he was – always clumsy, and a dumb boy who didn’t necessarily pay attention to all of his surroundings when it wasn’t a life or death situation. On that day, though, he was feeling on top of his game, which of course meant that when the other boy ran right into his arm he was quick to act – hand out and holding onto his other arm, making sure he didn’t fall or lose his school stuff to the ground.
“Hey – it’s okay, I’m fine. You okay?” Scott raised a brow in real, genuine concern, other hand out in case he really did need to steady him. “Happens all the time; don’t worry about it.”
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
@hastodosomething liked the thing x
Going from one big city, to a small time town, back to a slightly bigger town. It was a lot of adjusting for one kid, a lot of self discovery and finding new people who either accepted him or hated him. There’d probably come a time where he just gave up trying to please everyone, but no one could say Philip wasn’t trying his damn hardest.
Dark eyes traveled up one way, down the other, before jogging across the street with his hand grasped firmly around his bag’s strap which was strung over his shoulder and bounced off his hip. He’d been so preoccupied with making sure the contents stayed put that his gaze had drifted too far down, and before he knew it his forehead was banging into someone’s arm.
“—shit, sorry,”
His head had snapped up almost instantly, lips pouring with apology to the stranger.
3 notes
·
View notes
Photo
EYEWITNESS WEEK │FAVORITE CHARACTER │PHILIP & HIS BOMBER JACKET
936 notes
·
View notes
Photo
EYEWITNESS WEEK: one character
philip shea; i don’t know why i do that sometimes. you know, like, lie about things for no reason.
252 notes
·
View notes
Text
concerning starters
❝ why do you care where i was? ❞
❝ i’ll keep my phone on silent if i want. ❞
❝ it’s nothing. just a little scrape. ❞
❝ i can take care of myself. ❞
❝ don’t baby me – i can do whatever i want. ❞
❝ i’m not going to a hospital. ❞
❝ it’s none of your business! ❞
❝ you have no right to be worried. ❞
❝ why do you care how bad i look? ❞
❝ if i stay the night, do you promise to stop worrying? ❞
❝ i don’t feel safe being alone right now. ❞
❝ i’m not sure i can talk about it. ❞
❝ please take care of me. ❞
❝ i don’t want to rest. keep your hands off of me! ❞
❝ i know you told me not to go… but i couldn’t help myself. ❞
❝ i wish i had died. ❞
❝ i don’t care if you want to help. i’m fine. ❞
❝ what are you going to do, make me? ❞
❝ maybe you were right… but i don’t know what to do anymore. ❞
❝ i told you, i’m fine. ❞
❝ maybe i don’t care if i get myself killed! ❞
❝ why the hell do you care?! ❞
❝ sometimes it doesn’t feel like you’re really there for me. ❞
❝ i don’t need your help. ❞
❝ it’s none of your business why i did it! ❞
503 notes
·
View notes
