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@chrissycunningham​​​​   ..   [ ᶜʰʳⁱˢˢʸ ]    :    #62    /    love   like   mine   -   stela  cole .         “    is  he  actually  really  𝘢𝘭𝘭  𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵   ?   ”     jaw  cradled  up  on  his  palm,      he’s  stooped  over  their  respective  bench,   slumped  with  legs  dangling     &.     a  canvas  shoe  swaying  a  short  inch  over  the  mess  of  loose  gravel  and  dead  leaves.     guys  like  that     -      basketball  guys,     schoolyard  sports  guys,    they’d  always  have  the  eyes  of  the  collective  population  sucked  into  their  orbit.     the  addition  of  dylan’s  for  some  good  ol’  fashioned   𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝  𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔   wasn’t  gonna  raise  any  flags    . . .     probably.

    “     carver's  like  the  prototype  of  a  future  politician,      ”       &.    the  acidity  bites  but  they’re  still  only  words  tumbling  softly  sans  the  cut  of  any  honest  malice,    curled  instead  around  the  cushioned  breadth  of  a  ridiculous  smile.     “     you  can  bank  on  my  judgement,     seriously    :      i’m  dating  me.     so.     impeccable  taste.     ”     [ x ]    

@racointeur​​   ..   [ ʳʸᵃⁿ ]    :    ❛    is  that  not  a  red  flag  to  anyone  else  ?    ❜    something  somewhere  shoved  down  between  the  spokes  of  two  ribs  still  stutters  a  little,     chokes  up  like  a  fist  on  his  windpipe    &.   pulls  his  eyes  forward,    still  unabashedly  drawn  to  the  bottlenecked  funnel  of  wherever  ryan’s  attention  might  land.     moth,       flame,        something  like  a         .   .   .        hackett    quality,       right       ?      honorary  title  rubbing  that  energy  off  on  disciple  # 1,      giving  pause  to  any  pushback  where  dylan’d  let  his  mouth  shut  with  an  obedient  click  of  his  teeth.     “     i’d  love  to  be  with  you  on  this,    man.     but  if  we’re  being  one  hundred  percent,       i’m  not  a  hundred  percent  you’d  know  a  red  flag  if  it  hit  you  with  a  car.     ”

        the  blood  between  his  restless  fingers  felt  like  a  relative  issue  now,    dried  out  and  flaking  off  the  more  he  rubbed  at  the  streaks  coagulating       -      his,      or  nick’s,     or god  knew  at  this  point.     this  was  the  shit  of  friendship  pacts  before  wide  spread  sense  delivered  them  from  the  stone  age  of  fifties’  media     &.     with  his  heavy  gaze  still  wandering  restlessly  all  along  the  entire  frame  of  him,    dylan  had  to  think     .  .  .     well.   !     at  least  ryan  wasn’t  hurt.      at  least  not  yet.     that’s  good.     so  good,   very  really  super  good.        “     i’m  not  not  with  you,     though,     just       ──       i  dunno.    give  me  a  minute.      okay   ?      ”         if    '𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝   𝚋𝚎   𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎   𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚋,     not  over  a  work  crush,     you  need  a  functioning  spine'     ever  felt  like  a  realistically  achievable  goal  for  the  night,      status  report  said  he  was  now  about  a  moon’s  distance  away.    whoops.    [ x ]    

@grimfate​​​​   ..   [ for  chris  hackett  ! ]    :    #28    /    holding   on   for   life   -   broken   bells .         misplaced  melancholia'd  come  in  ebbs  and  flows  for  every  day  x - marked  off  the  calendar,    some  tiny  little  shreds  of  the  whole  humdrum  reality  gradually  eating  up  the  backs  of  his  brain  if  there  wasn’t  enough  busy  work  bullshit  to  wade  in,      to  preoccupy,      to  shut  it  all  off  in  an  excess  of  shouts    &.    static   :     𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊   𝚋𝚎   𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎   𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔   𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎   𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 .     all  of  them.    not  a  feeling  too  divorced  from  shuffling  from  grade  school  into  graduation,   shedding  friends  like  old  skin      ──       these  pin  points  in  the  whole  wide  world  where  you  leave  a  piece  of  yourself    &.    never  come  back  for  it.

           not  the  case  for  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘮𝘢𝘯  𝘰𝘧  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘨𝘦,    though.      it’s  a  heavy  thought,     a  weird  rush  like  a  sudden  freight  train  of  wondering  pulling  the  corners  of  dylan’s  mouth  up  in  a  grimacing  smile,    rinsing  the  last  dish  suds  off  his  forearms     &.    nudging  the  freezer  door  securely  shut  with  the  rubber  end  of  his  shoe.       “     so,       mr.   h     .  .  .     do  you  actually  miss  us  when  everyone’s  ditched  the  coop   ?     or  is  it  more   like  :     𝘰𝘩   𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬   𝘨𝘰𝘥,     these  twerps  get   dumber   every  year,     expletive,      expletive  .     ”       not  his  best  impression,     but   .  .  .   [ x ]    

The Body (Stephen King) //  The Attempt (Magdaléna Platzová, tr. by Alex Zucker) // Beartown (Fredrik Backman) //  Falling Faster Than You Can Run (Nathaniel Rateliff) // Slade House (David Mitchell) //  Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy //  Prince of Darkness (Indigo Girls) 

In starlit nights I saw you So cruelly you kissed me Your lips, a magic world Your sky all hung with jewels

gotta stay loyal to my monochrome shit but he

stuck with instant coffee and the room temperature tap, and the sad rattle of what couple painkillers'd lasted 'til the morning in some faraway effort to peter it out, he knows it's all looking pretty shit. had accidentally caught a sidelong look at himself through the glare of the glass &. just shrunk in a little further, balancing a threadbare blanket around the broad breadth of his shoulders without a second hand to secure it. " uh, quote unquote. but yeah . . . " it exhausts him, insanely, impossibly, the total rush of relief in eking his way down the steps &. out onto the gravel, to just see ryan at the end of so much radio silence. fine. alive. good. " jury's still out on nick right now, but it's   ──   it's fine. probably just went back to australia. "

humor'd stared falling flat &. thin around the 6 a.m mark of waiting for some sort'a way overdue miracle, and dylan pulls back in the eye contact department for a good beat, cradling the stump of his wrist back against his ribs &. distantly wondering if ryan'd looked this blood - stained when he'd first left. " and . . . chris . . . ? "

HIS FIRST & ONLY THOUGHT TO GO WAS right back to camp . he's not sure why , at least not exactly . it's not like he was coming back with the good news he had envisioned when he first left with laura . but truthfully , where else would he go ?

as he makes it back to the grounds , sun starting to slowly break over like a movie scene , ryan pauses momentarily when he sees @amputeer walking out of the main building . he takes another step closer to dylan , taking a moment to survey the scene . " ------ is everyone ------ "

@racointeur   ..   [ ʳᵒᵇⁱⁿ ]    :    ❛    we need to leave. we need to get out of here.    ❜    concern &. confusion took to some real fisticuffs when it came this girl, stranded way out of his own depth of field for way more the typical lifelong oh shit reasons ──   total space cadet ( but did he have room to talk ? ) " what, is it . . . the johnsons just went a little hard on the weed killer, no ? " forearms on his knees, dylan'd stooped over to better eye up the mossy lifeless tangled mess of greenery crushed to mush beneath his shoes. " they're gonna get their wrists slapped by the cul-de-sac dick - tators anyway. "

it was a serviceable working theory if the look in her eye wasn't saying more than anyone ever could. it gives him pause, freezing fingertips some centimeters from a shriveled bud &. 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 that foreign pitfall to the depth of his stomach : cynical intuition, or just the sense to stare straight on. " d'you . . . " and he pauses, restarts, hooks his fingers through his wrist band &. pulls. " do you maybe wanna tell me something ? "  [ x ]    

Q.     where do you  hold your love   ?      A. 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬. you hold your love on your shoulders / a weight to bear, but one you're not crumbling under. love for you is heavy, big   ────  it makes up everything. the world is comprised entirely of love, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝. this can make you feel smaller than you'd like to, like you have an obligation to be a part of it, or maybe an obligation to create a love so massive it marks itself as different ─ greater, a task to take upon yourself. but doesn't all love feel different ? and isn't all love great ?

@racointeur ..   [ ᶻⁱᵍᵍʸ ]    :    ❛    you’ve got to be fucking kidding me    ❜    camp counseling was a phone - in for an express purpose of beefing up the blank ends of a college application left pretty pitiful &. wanting without a claim to little league - ing or a prowess tooting the clarinet in marching band all year long. a means to an end : but there's that stickiness of second guessing the soullessness of all that with . . . literal sticky hands. all that solid tacky 𝘰𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 gunkiness of landing de - bubble - gumming duty out at the picnic tables, armed with a rusty metal spatula &. a tiny plastic pail while his grass - stained knees cried uncle. " this is the way of the world in practice, little girl " dylan'd announced, triumphant for fuck all, and ripped an especially gooey strand of gum off his index finger.

 " you know about metaphors ? yeah. " punctuated with a flick of his spatula ( narrowly missing her excessively bandaged knee &. thwarting a probable near death run - in with the camp knucklehead ) he'd patted his hands clean on the sides of his tee &. finally collapsed backwards against the grass with a wholly deserved exhale. " sucks. and the road to un - sucking sucks even worse. that's life. " [ x ]    

Katherine Arden, The Bear and the Nightingale

@chrissycunningham​​​​   ..   [ ᶜʰʳⁱˢˢʸ ]    :    mistletoe meme ⚘ . there's this principle to physics, a notion around the inability to accurately measure out the here &. now in active progression without inadvertently disrupting, without causing one probability or the other   ──    defeating the purpose. but bad faith theories on the laws of the physical world never really stuck just to the pages of textbooks, not when people themselves were just as made up of the stuff. there was the whole 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚌𝚝 bullshit, stubbornly sticking like a wad of gum on the bottom of his shoe way past its promised expiration date ( but then hadn't he promised himself other deadlines, too ? as a kid, planning things out just to stick loyal to financial convenience &. the same ol' same ol' of your small town identity. )

it's the disappointment that dylan could always balance, can roll from hand to hand while it gnawed lazily, painfully, distantly in some familiar numbed - out rhythm while he'd shove his wrists deep down into the lint - littered recesses of his coat pockets &. strolled backwards down the opposite aisle, hardly having to stretch much to peek at chrissy from over the top of a shelf piled up with boxes of christmas lights : there's a funny wordlessness to maintain. a whole schrödinger conundrum, something delicately precarious poised to crumple like a house of cards if he'd take it upon himself to flip open the lid of that box, to ever say 𝘩𝘦𝘺, 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘺, i know you used to hide in the ladies room after class, did you know i wanted to cry when ryan e. started making eyes at laura k. ? &. put a whole sledgehammer through that puffy fluffy peacefulness, that room to just rest on laurels. breathe. not think so much. 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 - “ i'm finding jack shit here, ” dylan'd finally sighed, arms braced up against the shelf, near enough now to nudge at the pompom dangling off her hat. “ not to . . . be confused with jack frost, no, found a ton of him, but. not really a gift i wanna put my name on   ──  oh ”

a hm lilts up towards something distractedly restrained, noting with a start what it was that'd sat stabbing him though the sleeve &. reaching with an idle hand to turn that bundle of abandoned store - brand mistletoe around &. around between his fingers. like a . . . fun show of humor from whatever guy's waiting upstairs, god or santa, what have you ( or just customers not putting stuff back ) “ universal bucket list item, no ? ” and it's something of an active effort to shoo off that lingering tinge of melancholy saturating the tug of a glum little smile, the rueful crease of his brow while tired eyes zeroed in on it, then flickered aside where her face came back into focus. it was always easiest taking comfort in the virtue of choice : always something to do, another path to take, a box to open, measure, even when the reality was set in stone to its irrevocable state, its 𝘪'𝘮 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶, i'm afraid of what's wrong, i'm afraid of you and i'm afraid of me. “ it's not . . . like a binding contract or anything, god could you imagine ? but i'm just thinking . . . ”

it's a slow idle stroll around the aisle 'til he'd reached her spot next to all the glittery garlands &. stocking stuffer knick knacks, a hushed laugh punching in a breath at the foot's worth of distance from the wisp of her bangs to the bent angle of the arm he'd raised to hold the mistletoe overhead by the ribbons. well. maybe in a more digestible version of all this, maybe he'd have been that library novel guy who drove up in a souped up travolta car &. got into a fist fight with the cheerleader's straight - laced boyfriend and magically solved all her problems, was maybe anything better than another bleeding heart, a soft hand cold from the weather mimicking the movies in the way he'd mechanically brushed the hair from her face, hesitated, and bent closer to kiss her, light and brief as nothing at all  ──  and if the melancholy'd been some far - removed itch irritated in the seasons of the compelled lovey dovey, it'd migrated now, spread out like a branch high up through the cavern of his throat. 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 . . . do you know that i . . . ?  [ x ]

Gronk pull the level

SCREAMING MY HEAD OFF 😍😍😍😍😍

absolutely adoring how squishy he looks

Xander getting his X pony <3

twt threats (JJK boys)

pair: JJK boys x gn! reader warning: suggestive content. ft: Toji, Satoru, Suguru, Hiromi, Nanami and Ino. content: twt threats (n 1 tumblr post) that i edited w/ jjk men.

an: smt quick that i could post cus yippie!

TOJI—

SATORU—

SUGURU—

HIROMI—

NANAMI—

INO—

Masterlist

KKKKKKOSOMAK ISRAEL YA BANU AL GHAAAAHHHHBA

(All yall are going to hell 😘😘😘)

I changed the soundtrack and look what happened... X>

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"You... are you Pelé?" "No c:" source audio