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❝ don’t do that. you look pathetic. ❞   a smile hints and tickles at the corner of his lips, but he thins his mouth and stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jeans and swears on his menial life he isn’t gonna flash a smile for the likes of steve harrington. not a fucking chance.   ❝ stop dancing or i’ll blacken both your eyes right now. ❞      @selfindulge | sc

suck it up maLFOy

❝ you whine like a petulant child,   ya know that? ❞   he wasn’t much in the way of a wordsmith, but every now and again, butch could muster up something he’d heard out of the mouth of one of his parents. by and large, their influence over him still clung heavily, like the unshakable parasites they were ; able to recite them verbatim and their fluidity with conversation, if need be. it were something of a talent he’d picked up since childhood   --   mimicking others. absorbing from them what might help him seem normal enough to tackle the world one day.   ❝ are you planning to get up any time soon, or should i expect you to be stuck to that bed all day? ❞      @chosenforthis | sc