#plenacorde

   It's hardly a good day for Baz. He's  stressing out because  half  the  clubs    don't give a rat's ass about whether  or  not  they  even  get  a  page  in  the    yearbook, and he has to stick to the design he'd imagined at the beginning    of   the  school  year.  The football team  is,  of  course,  causing  the most    problems, and if he wasn't  about  to  go  crazy  over  the  lack  of  pictures    they'd promised to  deliever  to  him  by  this  morning,  he's  sure they are    going to  do  something  to  screw  him  over  one  way  or  the  other.  He's    just about  to  scream  for  someone to  find  whoever  is in charge of that...    Club. Or team, or whatever,  when  the  door  opens,  causing  him  to look     up with a questioning expression.

   He's  never  been  particularly  fond  of   weddings.  Never  failed  to  let     everyone  around  him  know,  either.  It's  probably  why  they  were all    so  shocked  when he  jumped at the  chance  to  help with the wedding    party.  In  his defense though,  he  was nothing if not a constant  source    of  helping  hands. That,  or he just  wanted  to see  Archie wear  a  tux.    He fixes his own tie with a light sneer, not enjoying the  choking feeling      as he glances around the  small  dressing room until  his eyes land  on    the familiar boy's form and his grimace  is  replaced   with  nothing  but    fondness for the other person. "Are you nervous?" He hopes.

           round, autumn coloured eyes flitter            to and fro from her paper, delicate fingers            ghosting the pages though sasha page almost            no attention to the words at all. you're far too             interesting for her to focus, god damn.                              ❝ how's it legal for you to be                              so nice t'look at ? tell me. please. ❞ 

     ' am i the only one without a hangover after last night ? ' 

THANK YOU BABY

[ ♪ ] doe eyes are red, almost like they're irritated, but in reality fern has just eaten a square of a certain type of brownie he wasn't aware even existed. he's been staring at the male across from him for a while now. he feels strange and he cant process his thoughts properly. oh well. “ you're----- very pretty. ”

//no it's a pile of wank and basically needs to burn in hell.

edward: http://media.tumblr.com/9b70d6bd9f81ad33a091f54e0d2bd8b0/tumblr_inline_ngge3qhQja1t2qyxm.jpg