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AND JUST LIKE YOU, I COULDN'T LOVE SOMEONE.
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atticdweller.
❝ i told you not to answer, you dick. ❞ he whines, which only gets louder when emery takes his bottle away from him. ❝ fuck you, you’re annoying. ❞ he huffs as he lets himself fall on his friend’s best, wiggling around until he has his head in emery’s lap. ❝ but i don’t know why i kissed him back in the first place ! or why i kissed him when he started apologizing ! like, sure, he’s CUTE and all but that’s not - i’m not - ❞ he can’t seem to find the words to finish his sentence, so he groans instead. ❝ i don’t know what i’m dooooing. ❞
❝ too bad that i replied anyway, ❞ his shoulders lift in a half-assed shrug as his eyes return to the book in his lap. a small smile plays at his lips, if only briefly. he manages to take the book away before shay’s head is resting on him. ❝ because you like him too, stupid. dunn what you want me to tell ya. ❞ emery runs his fingers through shay’s hair, watching him quietly. ❝ well, that’s okay. but i wouldn’t scare bodhi off. then you’ll be down to one friend again. ❞
#H AH ANE R D U LO V EM E#atticdweller#[ FILED UNDER : 002 ] ⁽ ʷᵉ ʳᶦˢᵏᵉᵈ ᶦᵗ ᵃᶫᶫ⋅ ᵈᶦᵈ ᶦᵗ ᵐᵉᵃᶰ ᵃᶰʸᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ ﹖ ⁾
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❝ emery, what the hell is wrong with me ? y’know what, don’t answer that, you’re just gonna be mean. ❞ he’s talking about a mile a minute, hands running through his hair as he paces back and forth in front of his best friend’d bed. ❝ ‘you have soft lips’ ? who says that ? i mean - why would he kiss me in the first place, y’know ? emery, oh my GOD. ❞ he stops for a minute only to rummage through his bag to grab his bottle of tylenol and pop four in his mouth before going back to pacing, now rattling the bottle at the same time.
@vodkasweat / KERCHOO
❝ dunno, i stopped asking that question about you, like, a year ago. ❞ he’s flipping through a book while the other paces, one cheek resting against the palm on his hand. he sighs, finally looking at shay. ❝ i dunno ! maybe he does have soft lips ! you’re stupid, i’m sure it’s not like it made him uncomfortable or anything. because he likes you, you idiot. bodhi’s not the type to just go around kissing people. ❞ he reaches over, snatching the bottle from shay’s hand. ❝ that’s annoying. ❞
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deadbonedboy.
it’s a surprise to find emery awake, but not one he’s against. jonah smiles as he pulls emery to his side, keeping him close as he rolls his eyes and looks at him, affectionate smile still on his face. ❝ your cat sleeps just fine on it’s own, you’re the needy one. ❞ he speaks softly, pressing another kiss to emery’s lips. ❝ thanks, i got yelled at for it. well, not my arms look uneven and it bothers me. ❞ the explanation is quiet, barely above a whisper as he keeps pressing feather light kisses to emery’s lips.
odds are he won’t stay awake long, depending on how starved he currently is for attention. emery hums a little, moving his thumb across the other’s cheek. ❝ just let me lie to myself for a minute, jonah. ❞ he smiles, scrunching up his nose a bit in the process. he returns each kiss, pausing to press a few to jonah’s cheeks and nose. ❝ you could shave your other arm if it bothers you that bad. but then you’ve got to shave everything else, too. go big or go home, my love. don’t be a quitter. ❞
#H AH A G A Y LO V E U TO O#deadbonedboy#[ FILED UNDER : 001 ] ⁽ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᶰᵒᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ʳᶦᵇ ᶜᵃᵍᵉ⋅ ⁾
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deadbonedboy.
he’s gotten used to this, finding emery still asleep when he gets home from morning shifts. he thinks its nice, especially when he can slip back into bed without the other waking up, as if he’d never left. ❝ your cat sleeps a normal amount for a cat. you, my sweet human boyfriend, sleep too much. ❞ he rolls his eyes, pulling emery closer. ❝ i love you too, i singed the hair off my right arm again, and i am here to provide. ❞ he smiles, pressing a kiss to emery’s lips.
normally, he wouldn’t wake up, but today was an exception; he wasn’t expecting to hear his boyfriend’s footsteps. emery’s arms find their way around jonah, pulling him close and pressing into his side. ❝ listen.. he doesn’t like to sleep alone. we have that in common. ❞ fingers trail across the other’s chest, eyes closing for a moment. ❝ mm, i’m proud of you ! your arm doesn’t need hair, anyway. thank you so much,you sweet soul. ❞ he murmurs before returning the kiss, hand on jonah’s cheek.
#F O R S U R E M Y MA N#deadbonedboy#[ FILED UNDER : 001 ] ⁽ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᶰᵒᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ʳᶦᵇ ᶜᵃᵍᵉ⋅ ⁾
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there’s an easy chuckle that passes his lips as he walks into the bedroom, looking at the lump that is his boyfriend as he flops down on the blanket next to him. ❝ i don’t know why i asked, it’s not like you sleep the same hours as a cat. ❞ jonah smiles, pulling the blanket down just enough to press a kiss to emery’s forehead. ❝ sunday’s brunch, had to go to work. left you a note and everything. ❞ he points to the post it still on the nightstand, picking it up and sticking it to emery’s forehead. ❝ there you go. ❞
@vodkasweat / cont.
he can’t help but groan at the idea of being asleep all day -- he’s got to stop doing shit like this. ❝ leave me alone. me and my cat son, we sleep a perfectly normal amount. and at normal times. ❞ he stretches, arms above his head and a small smile at his lips thanks to the other’s kiss. ❝ of course, i am knowing of this information. ❞ emery pulls a face, removing the note and glancing it over. ❝ terrific. welcome home, i love you, how was work ? i need more kisses. ❞
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“Sorry, were you sleeping?”
late afternoon light spills into his tiny bedroom; hence why his head’s hidden under the covers. he awoke to the other’s footsteps entering the apartment, trying to ignore it, praying it wasn’t some crazed axe murderer – and if it was, he hoped they’d get the job done quickly. but his boyfriend’s voice fills the room and it’s enough motivation to push the blankets away. ❝ no, ❞ he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. ❝ been awake this whole time, dunno what you’re talkin’ about. ❞ emery stretches, immediately reaching out for jonah. ❝ c’mere, what’re you doin’ ? ❞
meme. / accepting.
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“Is that my shirt?”
fingers curl into the hem of the over-sized t-shirt, emery’s shoulder resting against the door frame as he stands. an almost shy smile finds its way to his lips, eyes downcast for a moment. ❝ um, yeah. it is. ❞ he looks up, raising a brow as he watches the other. ❝ is that okay ? ‘cause, um, ❞ he crosses the room to jonah, crawling into bed and kissing his cheek. ❝ i can change ? ❞
meme. / accepting.
#OK A Y G AY BO Y#deadbonedboy#[ FILED UNDER : ANSWER ] ⁽ ʷᵉ'ᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᶦᶰᵍ ᵒᵘʳˢᵉᶫᵛᵉˢ ᵇʸ ˢᶫᵉᵉᵖᶦᶰᵍ ᶦᶰ⋅ ⁾
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Four Word . Prompts
“Please, come with me.”
“You’re always number one.”
“I can’t do this.”
“I won’t let you.”
“Maybe I’m just crazy.”
“I’m not even sorry.”
“Honestly, just stop it.”
“I believe in you.”
“Don’t be an ass.”
“Who were you with?”
“Please talk to me.”
“I can’t trust you.”
“I need you, though.”
“Don’t be fucking rude.”
“Is that my shirt?”
“So, it was you.”
“I need to go.”
“Just stay with me.”
“You can trust me.”
“Alright, I love you.”
“I’m sorry, but no.”
“Will you help me?”
“You’re a terrible cook.”
“Can you shut up!?”
“You love me, right?”
“I really need you.”
“I don’t love you.”
“I’m not doing this.”
“I really need you.”
“You don’t want me.”
“Let me help you.”
“You’re such a bitch.”
“I can’t do this.”
“You think you’re funny?”
“Hey, I said stop!”
“Will you marry me?”
“Wanna go out sometime?”
“I don’t want this.”
“You always this quiet?”
“Are you fucking insane!?”
“I don’t want you.”
“I’m not wearing that.”
“Sorry, were you sleeping?”
“This was never right.”
“You look really tired.”
“I’m out of here.”
“You need to go.”
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haunted aesthetics series ⇢ backroads
the trees all look the same. the broken line between you and an empty lane seems endless. you swear you keep seeing a white figure out of the corner of your eye, but every time you check your rear view mirror it’s gone.
the leather upholstery behind you creaks, and you realize you’ve been so focused on the trees on either side of the road that you have yet to glance in your backseat.
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eyebrow raising™
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I’M A HAZARD TO M Y S E L F. ( trigger warning. )
#i lov putting as Little effort into things as possible#[ FILED UNDER : SELF PROMO ] ⁽ ᶦ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶫᵉᵍᶦᵗ⋅ ᶦ ʷᵃˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ᶫᵉᵍᶦᵗ⋅ ⁾#indie rp#indieahsrp#indie horror rp#horror rp#[ FILED UNDER : OOC ] ⁽ ᶦ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ᵈʳᶦᶰᵏᶦᶰᵍ ᵍʳᵉᵉᶰ ᵗᵉᵃ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵍᵒᵈᵈᵃᵐᶰ ᵈᵃʸ ﹗ ⁾
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Fan Q&A Part 1
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❛ you’re all wet. ❜
❝ well, i walked home, ❞ he states, tone less than pleased as he peels his wet jacket from his arms. he sets it over the back of a kitchen chair, hands running through his damp hair to get it out of his eyes. ❝ and it started raining halfway to the house. as you know, beau was supposed to pick me up, apparently something got in the way. he said he’d call you. maybe he got too busy to do so. ❞ he toes off his boots, setting them just outside the door that leads to their garage. ❝ i’m gonna go change and dry off. and probably take a nap. dunno why you insist on sending people for me, but i’m a big boy, dad. trust me. ❞
meme. // accepting.
#ICB BEAU MCLAUGHLIN IS ABT 2 DIE ??#stringking#[ FILED UNDER : ANSWER ] ⁽ ʷᵉ'ᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵏᶦᶫᶫᶦᶰᵍ ᵒᵘʳˢᵉᶫᵛᵉˢ ᵇʸ ˢᶫᵉᵉᵖᶦᶰᵍ ᶦᶰ⋅ ⁾#[ FILED UNDER : 002 ] ⁽ ʷᵉ ʳᶦˢᵏᵉᵈ ᶦᵗ ᵃᶫᶫ⋅ ᵈᶦᵈ ᶦᵗ ᵐᵉᵃᶰ ᵃᶰʸᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ ﹖ ⁾
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three word starters.
❛ please don’t go. ❜
❛ don’t turn around. ❜
❛ eat my dust. ❜
❛ suck my ass. ❜
❛ what’s for dinner? ❜
❛ drunk i’m not. ❜
❛ where’s your coat? ❜
❛ bring some beers. ❜
❛ are you home? ❜
❛ say my name. ❜
❛ i can’t go.❜
❛ i’d like none. ❜
❛ well fuck me. ❜
❛ are you sick? ❜
❛ i’m freezing cold. ❜
❛ you’re all wet. ❜
❛ are you drunk? ❜
❛ don’t look back. ❜
❛ it says ‘positive’.❜
❛ run far away.❜
❛ you are screwed. ❜
❛ damn it’s hot. ❜
❛ get here easily? ❜
❛ don’t touch me. ❜
❛ it’s cold out. ❜
❛ just leave me. ❜
❛ i like you. ❜
❛ talk to me. ❜
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stringking.
❝ i’d agree with you on that one. i think your uncle plays a big part in him being dead though, and his kids ❞ he shrugs, whacking emery’s foot away when he touches him with it and faces the ceiling. ❝ i mean, you should know better than to try to break into my house, even if you’re my son. you’ve never picked the smart ones, i’m not even surprised. ❞
❝ i mean, for sure, i wouldn’t doubt it. but that man is a walking corpse and only a select few know; like the entire country. ❞ he laughs, daring to nudge nicki one more time. ❝ i don’t need to break in, i have a key. well, had a key.. might have lost it. but i’m not an animal, i know how to knock. hey ! jonah is very smart, don’t be mean. ❞
#NO I LOVE U SO MUCH#stringking#[ FILED UNDER : 001 ] ⁽ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᶰᵒᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵍᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ʳᶦᵇ ᶜᵃᵍᵉ⋅ ⁾
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stringking.
❝ last time i checked, jonah was the same age as beau, which only puts him about five years older than you, dummy ❞ he laughs, getting comfortable on the bed, cracking his knuckles. ❝ bit of both. saw someone try to break in on the security camera but they gave up, thought, y’know, “might as well”. ❞
❝ physically, yes, beau mclaughlin is thirty-one years old. mentally, however, he died six years ago. ❞ he smiles, nudging his father gently with his foot. emery closes his eyes, once again facing the ceiling. ❝ yeah ? i would’a given up, too. i get it, though. i don’t even think jonah locks the door sometimes before bed; it’s stressful. ❞
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