fuckedclown
; rip jeff you would have loved lady gaga ):
fuckedclown
spitonderry
like , we should like go to like that island .. i like forget the name of it , but like everyone says the beaches like there are totes incredible .
/ rhode island
spitonderry
like the one .. i think it’s like on the west coast ? like .. no .. no florida — no like a little north of the florida coast . OH it’s like next to west massachusetts . like , i think .
fuckedclown
@spitonderry there's a bunch of islands with 'totes incredible' beaches. gonna have to be more specific, baby.
wraieds
* the insistant ring of the doorbell didn’t help much to quell the pounding behind atlas’ eyes. his cheeks were flushed red, soft brown hues broken and a darker red was sprinkled onto the sleeves of his sweater. he couldn’t get it out. he’d scrubbed at it until it hurt, but alas, it was left there; tainted, stained, and he didn’t have any clean clothes at the moment so he was stuck with it. the glass on the floor was loud as he walked toward the door—- * christ, hold /on/, i’m coming! * it crunched underneath is slippers, long sweatpants gliding along what used to be his mother’s favorite vases. he wasn’t ready to face whoever was behind that door, hand shaking when it came in contact with the cool metal of the knob. would they call someone? no.. probably not. his father was rich, rich people always got away with these things. however, he wasn’t expecting to see jeff behind the door when he slowly pulled it open. * wh.. what are you doing here? you can’t be here—- you have to leave!
wraieds
@fuckedclown * as gently as possible, atlas maneuvered himself onto jefferson’s back, his arms looped around his shoulders. he took a deep inhale, then nodded, knowing that his boyfriend was right. * just gotta get away.. yeah. yeah.
fuckedclown
@wraieds * with a genuine smile, jefferson would turn around so atlas could hop onto his back. * you're gonna be okay, atlas. just gotta get away and then he can't hurt you. you know he won't with me right here.
wraieds
@fuckedclown you are.. you really are. and um.. yeah, please. a piggyback would be nice. * it seemed like he had started to calm down, but there was just this itch on the beneath the surface of his skin that he couldn’t quite catch. he felt eyes watching him everywhere, he just prayed that it was just his mind making him feel this way and not his father peering down at them from his bedroom. *
fuckedclown
; cb and drop guys :3
wraieds
it’s 2 a.m, jeff. what are you—- ..what’s wrong.
wraieds
@fuckedclown * with a little nod of recognization, atlas pulled off his shirt, tossing the lighter onto one of the poolside chairs before he joined jeff in the pool, swimming over to join him. * water is warm—- it usually is this time of year.. really nice.
fuckedclown
@wraieds toss it on the chair and hop in the pool with me? * walking into the backyard, the florida native made a beeline to the one thing that calmed him down. within record timing, he was stepping into the pool and swimming over to the side to watch atlas. * waters warm.
wraieds
@fuckedclown * a sharp inhale as soon as the shirt was shed, atlas tilting his head back to calm himself down from saying anything. the urge was strong, bubbling up deep inside of him, but he kept it at bay; he didn’t want to aggravate his boyfriend, not like this. so, he followed him out back, picking up his lighter on the way. * here’s the lighter, baby.
scrwtod
she won’t bite, idiot, she’s just a baby.
scrwtod
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jeff—- oh /shit/, is that blood?
fuckedclown
; cb guys i beg
pyropunks
what are you even doing here ? shouldn't you be ...
i dunno ... at home ?
fuckedclown
;; cb pretty please
