#armoredmoon

“look who’s here,” he says with arms reaching out for hug. “i’m sorry i’m never consistent enough for you.”

juno: same phone who is this

           ❝ you’re going to my show tonight right ? RIGHT ? ❞

         "uncle reagan, how does it feel?" he pauses, glancing over at his step-father kasey, kai let out a small laugh. " knowing that kasey is actually in love with your boyfriend, and he settled for my mom, because you know and i know that you, fuck uncle kyle better than your brother ever will." yes, kai was the spwan of satan, he get that from his father. but he wasn't always like this, something happen to trigger this whole rage and hatred toward both the brothers.

he’s never been one for goodbyes, especially when it concerned the ones he cared about. gavin figured it was for the best... for everyone involved. and he tried, he really did. he did the whole family thing. he played the part as best he could for his father’s passing, pretending he wanted to be there with the very people who threw him out. it’s while he’s pretending he meets her, his fiancee, someone who understood him more than he understood himself, who could see he wasn’t who he posed as. his proposal is what drove him back home to the states, after a quick kiss and a lame excuse of business he had to finish, he finds his way here. gavin wasn’t even sure if he was here anymore, maybe he moved, after all it had been what... a year and a half? he takes a deep breath, his heart thudding against his chest as he knocks on the door. 

another rough night in the masih household led ellie to leave her house sporting a black eye. going to the one place she felt safest, the girl found herself knocking on the door and looking over her shoulder, as if her father actually followed her there. hearing the door open she let out a breath of relief at the sight of her closest friend. “ ..hey. ” she spoke, stepping inside. “ thanks, y’know. for letting me stay the night. ” hair cascaded over the bruise as to not start something he didn’t want.

click. dewei lowers his camera, staring at the image which it has just captured. the side profile of a beautiful, ethereal man captured against the sunset. the composition makes the man look like he’s glowing and dewei knows that this will be his favorite picture of his trip. the chinese man licks his lips before looking up, finding himself in front of the man he had just captured. as usual, his body has a mind of its own. “hi…” he says in hesitant english. “do i … have we met before?”