#impsve

“  𝑰  𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔  𝒚𝒐𝒖  𝒄𝒂𝒏  𝒔𝒂𝒚  𝒎𝒚  𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆  𝒉𝒂𝒔  𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏  𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚  𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚  . . .  ”   Of  course,  crazy  is  putting  it  delicately.   Max  can  think  of  at  least  ten  more  words  that  would  accurately  describe  his  current  situation,  but  he’ll  avoid  elaborating  on  the  topic  for  as  long  as  he  can.   Instead,  he  diverts  the  conversation  --  away  from  himself.   “  I’m  sure  you  have  better  stories  to  tell  than  I  do.  ”   The  joint  that’s  hanging  from  his  lips  is  quickly  puffed  and  passed,  a  welcomed  relief  washing  over  him.   Breeze  from  the  night’s  air  hits  his  face  just  right  while  he  relaxes  against  the  hood  of  his  car,  back  resting  on  the  front  windshield.   It  feels  like  old  times  --  simpler  times.   “  What  brought  you  back  to  Chicago  anyway?  ”   It’s  a  question  he’s  been  dying  to  ask  ever  since  he  got  word  of  her  return.   “  Can’t  imagine  this  place  is  more  exciting  than  Boston  . . .  ”

POSITIVITY MEME

⇾  @liftedrelics : MARLEY, I LOVE YOU. can’t remember who followed who first, but wow am i grateful that it happened :’) i love all of your characters so much and your writing is amazing! i know it took awhile for us to interact with each other until one day you randomly hopped into my IMs and started screaming at me about max and jax becoming best friends and it all went downhill from there lmao. thanks for talking about in the dark with me and for always willingly dealing with me and max’s foolishness. I WILL HAVE GIF CONVOS WITH YOU FOR THE REST OF FOREVER 😂

⇾  @flammeus : if anyone was expecting me to say nice things about anna then YOU WOULD BE CORRECT 😅 i feel like you already know how much i adore you and red to the point where it’s probably annoying, but oh well. i’ve said it before and i will keep saying it until i leave tumblr: red is one of the most thought out OC’s i have ever seen. and i feel so lucky and honored that a great writer like you and a great character like her would even want to interact with me and max :’) i really love the little world we built for our chaotic weirdos. and thanks for being willing to talk about them all day with me... and thank you for educating me on miriam leone because i will never forgive america for robbing me of her greatness. 😂  also, your edits are beautiful and i will always scream over every single one of them. you are one of my favorites, ilysm, and i will follow you forever.

       we haven’t talked a lot in the past few months and that’s.... mostly due to me pushing people away. and i am so fucking sorry. but jesus, do i love you. i don’t think i tell you enough. and i know you don’t like your birthday and i know you don’t like being reminded that you’re getting older and all that bullshit, whatever, but it’s important to me, because your birthday is just a reminder that you’re here on this planet with me, living at the same time as me. and i am so fucking grateful for that. so i just... wanted to make this gay little post for someone who means the absolute fucking world to me.

       cause you do. you mean the fucking world to me. i don’t know if i would still be here if you weren’t in my life. and i miss you so fucking terribly. and i’m so sorry for disappearing on you, time and time again. you don’t deserve that. but i love you. i do. i will love you forever. which is... super gay of me, but it’s true. i miss you. my #ghoulfren4lyfe <3

          mia doesn’t enjoy the dark. it’s certainly not her favorite thing and often times she must hold herself back from having just a simple night light in her room. but she’s to be queen soon...what kind of queen needs a night light? she opts to go without one although moments like this prove that maybe she should have one. it must be the middle of the night, for when she turns the sun hasn’t risen. but in the corner of her eyes something moves...and it continues to move. 

          shooting out of bed she jumps, leaning forward to clumsily turn on the light only to find jules at the end of her bed. what the...? a hand raises to place over her heart as it thumps almost out of the princess’ chest.

           “ what...are you doing in my room!? it’s...nearly five am!? ” 

@impsve​ sent ;;  ⭐ Is there any genres the mun enjoys writing but you don’t enjoy being part of?

there’s a moment of silence, an expression of subtle reluctance upon his tense features. however, he’s encouraged to answer by someone off screen. 

❛ angst- specifically the ones where i have more a chance of losing something or someone that i care about. but, there’s this one where i died in order to save billy... it hurt. it hurt a lot, but i didn’t seem to mind it that much- simply because he wasn’t the one to perish, neither was steve or anyone else. it was just me, && i can deal with that. ❜

@impsve​​ :  ❝  Spooky ghooost~  ❞

“  Can  you  not?  ”   It  sounds  like  it’s  a  request,  but  it’s  far  from  it  ;  more  of  a  demand  . . .  but  said  gently.   Max  quickly  turns  his  body  to  shine  the  flashlight  just  below  her  face.   “  If  you  expect  me  to  last  the  entire  night  in  here  with  you  then  you  need  to  stop  freaking  me  out  when  we  haven’t  even  walked  in  yet.  ”   Something  of  a  groan  laced  with  a  jagged  exhale  escapes  his  being,  lips  and  brows  both  tightly  bunched  together   ----  the  universal  sign  of  someone  who  is  stressed.   But  he’s  not  going  to  let  it  get  to  him  just  yet.   No,  for  he  promised  Jules  that  he’d  try  his  best.