More than just skin and bones

noah: i’m bored noah: and a lil bit high noah: and a lil bit missing you

scarlett: and a lil bit cute as hell scarlett: fuck I wish I could come see you scarlett: :-(

VàZaki Nada· (via crescentfangs)

charlie was drunk, not something unusual, the unusual thing being that he was more or less completely off his face. the person before him, his best friend, was chattering on about a topic that didn’t interest the blond, his gaze instead fixed intently on their lips. ‘ i have no idea what you’re talking about, ’  he murmurs, his words all stringing together slightly into one slur. ‘ wanna kiss you. ’  he doesn’t give them much of a chance to explain, or tell him that it’s ( probably ) not a good idea, since he’s already leaning forward to press his lips onto theirs.

somewhere in her clouded mind she knows that he isn’t really listening to her, so she can’t help but to laugh when he voices his disinterest. before she has time to process what he had said next, the small sound of amusement is replaced with a quiet gasp as a small surge of adrenaline courses through her when he’s leaning closer. she's leaning forward now, too, even though she knows it’s not a good idea. with a small nod and the faintest “okay,” ghosted against his lips, she rests her hand against his neck and she’s not sure wether to focus on the bitter taste of the alcohol on his lips or the wet warmth that they provide. most importantly though, she’s unsure if this is supposed to be instantaneous or prolonged and she knows it’s wrong but doesn’t want it to end so she stays where she is and lets him decide.

Ezekiel Spring 2015.

             ‘ i have NO IDEA what you’re talking about. ‘ xavier assures him in a tone that was a lot more defensive than he originally anticipated. ‘ we only made out because i was drunk off my ass. STOP trying to make it a b i g g e r deal than it really is. ‘

          ‘ i’m just  s a y i n g , it’s not a big deal. i won’t tell anyone, if that’s what you’re WORRIED about. ’ and he means every word. it’s comical, almost, how worked up the other is about this, but city knows what it’s like to be in his position, so he doesn’t comment on it, ‘ if THAT is the excuse you’re going with, then fine. alright. but it wouldn’t have mattered to me if you were sober, either. just so you know. ’

city: you’re welcome that’s what i’m here for city: fine, but don’t come cryin to me when you can’t get a date city: mr. nice guy

                 okay, he’d admit it. being caught walking through the carpark of a desolate old church in the middle of the night, shovel in one hand and torch in the other, wasn’t a particularly good look. even worse — halo had dirt all over his hands, and he’d clearly just come from the direction of the old church’s graveyard. suspicious? creepy. he had a logical explanation though; one he was about to expand one once he noticed a figure staring at him, until he realised that maybe they should explain too. he had a reason for being there, but what about them? “hello? what are you doing?” ( @graffitimajor )

         it wasn’t often that astra would wander alone in the middle of the night but when she did she was exceedingly cautious; apparently, this time, she wasn’t quite cautious enough. she stood frozen as she watched the other walking across the carpark, hoping that they wouldn’t take notice of her presence. granted, her situation seemed much less threatening than the other’s with only a backpack in one hand and a can of spray paint in the other compared to their shovel and torch, her heart all but stopped in her chest as they acknowledged her. for a brief moment she contemplated running for the hills, but the risk far outweighed that of simply staying put, “i think it’s pretty clear what i’m doing,” she tried as she motioned toward the can of paint in her hand, “what are you doing–?” the question had slipped out, even though she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted an answer.

gwen: wow gwen: isn’t it kind of hard to believe we were ever a thing gwen: you’re really mean to me now gwen: not gonna lie that stung a little 

beckett: put that lip back where it belongs  beckett: well hey at least i don't send you pics of the girls i sleep with  beckett: she was a classy prostitute if that helps any