The Most Beautiful Kind Of Friend Is The One Who Laughs With You In The Fire.

“The most beautiful kind of friend is the one who laughs with you in the fire.”

— Juansen Dizon

“I think acting is a way to really digest who you are,” he shares. “You are giving so much of yourself to other people. Actors go places where people don’t want to express themselves […] I feel a responsibility to give a part of myself to that—to be as raw and honest as I possibly can.” 

Rudy Pankow for Flaunt Magazine 2021 ph. Kurt Iswarienko

I don't want my favorite characters to be real. I want to live in their fictional worlds with them.

is it just me or is it a little bisexual in here

My WHOLE HEART IS DEDICATED TO THIS😭😭❤️❤️

a small bump in time

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summary: it’s an excruciatingly rough forty-eight hours for indie and jj as baby maybank decides to make an unexpected entrance a little earlier than everybody had planned. 

warnings: swearing. mentions of pregnancy, vague mentions of birth.

author’s note: soooo little miss maybank is here and already causing trouble! please feel free to leave me a little comment or reblog giving your thoughts and feedback on the chapter! or come talk to me in my ask box! 

The last forty-eight hours had been nothing but a blur to Indie — obscured by the rippling pains of hours upon hours of unmedicated contractions. To her, it felt as though the last two days had disappeared in an instant; gone in a milli-second of time; fast-forwarded in the snap of her dainty fingers. It was almost as if the long, exhausting, pain-filled whir has translated to somewhat of an outer body experience and it was only now — as she peered downwards at their tiny, doe-eyed bundle of joy with the utmost adoration glazing over her tired eyes — that she felt reconnected. She felt present, both physically and spiritually, once more. Or, more likely, the intense adrenaline highs that had been systematically surging throughout her body had finally worn off, and the overwhelming fatigue had sent her barrelling back down to Earth.

It had all started in the very early hours of the 6th of April.

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