Hi! I'm Starz! (Super dorky online name I've had since I was thirteen, I'm attached to it though so😔) I love Ride the Cyclone and it has changed my life. This big weird journal thing is my every thought I have about these characters and I love to share with other cyclonies:)) While I am not the best writer and majority of this book is cringe, as it was started when I was fourteen, I hope I somehow manage to make your reading worthwhile :) I love to chat with you all so please feel free to comment and I will most likely reply unless I'm doing one of my weird disappearing acts for half a year (😭) Well I'll stop rambling and let you read Stay Safe, Starz!🫶🏻

- 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍. I'm taking requests :) X readers, random ships, and scenarios :D - 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆, 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

philocaly: (n.) the love of beauty.

COVER NOT MINE gus halper!mischa x reader they them ig🤭

I was quiet. "That really bothered you that much?" He nodded. "Yeah. I knew it would bother you. And it bothered me, too. For other reasons, though." "Other reasons?" I echoed. Now it was his turn to be quiet for a moment. I could see that he was thinking, debating in his head. "This isn't how I imagined it at all. Pouring, in a parking lot, just after I leave detention. It's kind of funny," Mischa nearly laughed, but didn't. I just looked at him, confused, heart pounding. "There's something that I really need to say. And if I hold it in any longer, It'll eat away at me."