in the worst way

So splashy

Happy birthday to my fave, Milo Ventimiglia!!! July 8th, 1977

@revivaltour: Walking around New York. #RevivalTour

Mila Kunis

FEIGNING A HURT EXPRESSION, he placed his hand over his heart. “ Is that the kind of thanks I get after slaving away over a toaster making you a gourmet sandwich all morning? I struggled opening the peanut butter and jelly jars for you and everything. ” He huffed, though a smile broke through.

SHAKING HER HEAD, she dropped her fried chicken sandwich and reached for a napkin. An unhealthy amount of oil shone on her fingers but the craving for the greasy sandwich had been satisfied and about all that was in her control these days were what she got to eat. “It’s almost more thanks than you deserve.” 

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  Noel chuckled as Arabella stuffed her face.  “ It’s like I didn’t pack you a lunch today. Did   you trade it in for some kid’s Oreos and cookies   or something? ” He teased.

Arabella squinted her eyes and revealed a sarcastic, food-crammed smile. “Oh. Sure.” She chewed it quick and swallowed an all-to-large portion, cringing from its struggle down her throat.  "While I thoroughly enjoyed your little tuna sandwich and crackers,” she coughed, “I had to help myself to a little more. Appreciate ya though.” She placed her hand on his, smirking wryly.

His head was buzzing and his body temperature was rising—two very good indications that Caed was nearing intoxication—though he still poured himself his second drink and probably even made it a bit stronger than the last. “Sorta scared? That’s offensive!” The boy exclaimed, a teasing smile on his face as he sipped at his drink. He found himself leaning back against the kitchen counter, feeling like he had to catch his breath after that fit of laughter, but instead he just sighed and shook his head. “Well, you won’t be alive much longer with a balance like yours. You’ll, like, trip on a dandelion or something and crack your head open.” He chuckled.

Max cringed but then bursted into laughter. “It’s a compliment, I promise. Like... I dunno. I just don’t know what to expect." The weight of the liquor drowned her walls while her confidence floated up. “But woah, 0-100. Dandelion and cracking my skull? Let’s not do that shit.” She smirked, hand grabbing the air in a cup motion but reaching nothing. “Wh-where did I leave?” She muttered looking around until locating it just by her elbow instead. Max gripped her glass with a bashful smirk, cheeks reddening, and suddenly the weight of her head became apparent. “I’m just gonna go over here.” She slid away to the half made blanket fort. Ducking under the blankets she sat on the floor with her back leaning against the foot of his couch.