✧ i'm a ruin. ✧

lia: we could have a party in there

lia: in fact, let's have a party in there

blaise: YES let's do it

“Or aliens.” Bris says it with so much dry seriousness, it’s almost like he believes it. Of course, that’s a calling card of his, so the fact he’s spent more than a few hours in Blaise’s company should give that away by this point. “Sneaking into your place and then erasing your memory, Men In Black style.”

         AND THEN THERE was that smirk again, filled with natural smugness and hints of the boyish charm he still held.  ❛  it could be. got any idea how much people would pay to have the quality sex my dick and i provide? you’re luckier than you know, b.  ❜  yep, that was surely a career option, kid.  ❛  the whole point, huh? guess you’ll be leaving now then?  ❜  he raised an eyebrow, faux challenge in his tone and demeanor. but then blaise was kissing him and that was enough of an answer.  ❛  it is a start,  ❜  he conceded, pulling the shorter male closer by his waist.  ❛  and no, we’re not watching spider-man. not mine, anyway.  ❜  

"in a penthouse with a lot more money and a platinum album or two.”

“that’s, uh, certainly a question. but if i’m being honest, i guess i’d kill austin because he makes me work too hard, or maybe i should kiss him for that? i’d marry finn because he’s... finn, but i’m sure he’d kill me for saying that. and i’d fuck bristol.”

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lia: EX

lia: ACTLY

lia: i should ask for something absurd now

lia: like an eight feet tall champagne fountain

lia: won't fit? not my problem.

blaise: dont forget a chocolate fountain omfg

          HE SHRUGGED HIS shoulder, nothing but fake disinterest displayed on his features, but they both knew that was far from the truth. there was a reason why he kept coming why this– thing ( because god forbid he would ever call it a relationship ) was still going on.  ❛  maybe you could start showing what i’ll get as payment for my services,  ❜  he teased easily.  ❛  i’m afraid it’s frowned upon to setal other spidey’s moves, babe,  ❜  he quipped, pulling back. he rolled his eyes at the comment on his dorkiness.  ❛  and that’s what i call good acting,  ❜  he replied smugly.

lia: okay but why do venues ask me what tf i want in my dressing room

lia: then talk shit about me being a damn diva when i ask for a wheel of brie

lia: it's a fucking wheel of cheese get me my damn cheese

blaise: right?? like why tf are u asking if u don't want to follow thru...?

         HIS MOVEMENTS WERE lazy yet very deliberately as he slipped closer to the green-eyed singer.  ❛  maybe,  ❜  he responded, leaning to capture blaise’s naturally tinted lips in a quick kiss.  ❛  can’t help but fall for the whole damsel in distress thing,  ❜  he joked.  ❛  is that so? i heard he is the best peter parker too,  ❜  he smirked. because patting his ego was allowed, especially when in reality he was actually too hard on his acting.

“I may or may not be exaggerating just a bit….” salem gave blaise a small smile. “when have you ever known me to be positive? i’ll always be cynical as hell.” they mumbled before popping a pill in their mouth and chasing it with their drink. “good aspects? i have all the control over it, im producing most of it and writing it was too easy. i think people will relate to most of it.”

          THE SMIRK DIRECTED to the dark haired male is one that has one that seemed to always adorn finn’s face, a trademark if he ever had one.  ❛  is that your way of asking me to come over and keep you safe, b?  ❜  he questioned playfully, brown hues flinting with cheekiness.  ❛  from now on you’re only allowed disney after 5pm.  ❜  

    “i know what you mean,” she said, head bobbing up and down as she spoke. “i get the same way. ‘specially with paranormal shows? like, ghost adventures gets me creeped the fuck out if it watch it too late at night.”

“jesus christ, you’re just as bad as those people who can’t visit new york because of law & order.”