#fineliines

closed starter // @fineliines​

RYDER : i miss u on tour u know RYDER : it’ll be more fun if you were here i mean RYDER : i could always fly you out ya know @fineliines​ !

brown  hues  linger  over  the  other’s  expression  ,  vowing  to  improve  the  mood  of  the  night  under  any  circumstance  .  .  mostly  before  it  slips  ,  ❝  you  know  what  i  love  the  most  about  you  ?  ❞

walking out of that place was like seeing the pearly gates of heaven. even though scott had a sneaking suspicion that his sister would be picking him up, or god forbid his MOTHER, he couldn’t care less. he just wanted to sleep in a normal bed and eat trashy fast food again. but there she stood outside of the prison yard, making this day much better already. “hey, YOU.” he says with a small grin, his bag dropping to the ground and his arms open wide for them to come to him. 

JUDE: fair warning, you’re on my new album JUDE: and don’t flatter urself bc it’s not pretty JUDE: just don’t be a bitch about it or blast me on ur twitter or something if you listen. i truly don’t give a fuck what you think but you’ll make my publicist flip the fuck out 

BECKHAM: i know i pissed u off when i made out with that other girl last weekend but  BECKHAM: i’m bored  BECKHAM: can WE make out now // @fineliines​.

dominic had decided to surprise his partner by coming home a day early. he was playing a big game tomorrow in town and he thought it would be the perfect time to surprise them. the boy slid the key into the lock with a smirk on his features and then swung the door wide open. “honey, i’m home!” he called out as he threw his arms in the air. little did he know, his partner was a bit preoccupied. “oh––uh, should i come back?” / @fineliines​

          six painful weeks had passed, though it felt much longer to the male. in such a short period of time, he’d attempted to transform his outlook on life.   (   be it successful or not.   )   a month and a half ago, rehabilitation hadn’t been on his radar. in fact, if it weren’t for his sister’s sudden involvement, robby knew deep inside that he would’ve never pursued sobriety at all. and perhaps that would’ve been easier than   THIS.   he stands stiff in the open doorway of the girl’s apartment, inwardly berating himself for just   showing up   without a plan. unlike his younger sibling, he’d never been much for outlining his actions, but after nearly thirty years on earth, one might hope rob had learned to by now.   “   so,   ”   he starts, fumbling with his fingers as he peers down towards the carpet,   “   the good new is, i’m not   dead.   ”   perhaps he would be by the time charlie was done with him. so be it.