Look At His Freaking Eyelashes They Are Killing Me

                        ‟     𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨...    𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄.   𝗦𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗴𝗼.    ❜

  ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @lightcreators  ， sc. 

░  ┊   @scarfwere​​  。• ◞

nonchalant compliance, he figured was as good as anything. It was still different from a flat out rejection. He’d had plenty of those. And even through the obvious indifference in the other boy, Isaac found an excuse to smile. To cound this moment, however small, as one of the rare wins he could have in the year. He was right after all ─ new kids didn’t last very long here. And if he was smart, it would be better to cut his losses now and move on.

Obviously, he wasn’t.

He figured, it would be some nice change, at the least. To know there was one other person at school that didn’t mind if he sat beside them or not.

Fingers combed through his curly hair; trying to unravel the right words to make what he thinks make sense without it being creepy. Maybe Stefan would understand. Maybe even he felt it too. That knowing feeling of standing in front of the same mirror reflecting the same thing. But he bit his tongue and swallowed it.

Shrugging instead.

          “ Dunno. Maybe I just like you. “

Even after he said it, he wasn’t sure if that was worse or better. But at least it was slightly true.

  𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦  thrown  out  and  about ,   strung  with  indifference  towards  the  creeping  anxiety  that  slides  upwards  within  stefan’s  chest ;   one  step  closer  to  choking  him  from  the  confusion  and  fear  muddled  in  the  back  of  his  throat.    ‘ maybe ’   pertains  to  uncertainty ,   one  he  hates  and  accustomed  to ,   while   ' like ’   associates  with  the  blooms  ‘pon  cheek  and  wrath  faced  in  weeks.

    obviously,  this  is  going  to  be  a   𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗔 .

          ‟     ͏𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁.      ❜      straightforward  without  eyes  looking  straight  forward ,   body  tensing  uncontrollably  as  he  crosses  his  arms;   his  figure  as  if  embracing  himself  from  an  unexpected  hostile  attack.  there  persists  bitterness  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach ,   annoyed  how  isaac  can  just  say  whatever  he  wants  without  repercussions  while  stefan  won’t ――   can  never.    ‘ i don’t get it ’  - -   are  the  words  stuck  with  tongue  held  back  and  instead  had  to  give  a  response  so  uncaring ,  but  then  again ,   stefan  is  supposed  to  be  𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 ,  𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗩𝗘  ,  𝗡𝗨𝗠𝗕 ...    a  boy  whose  way  too  different  from     nathaniel.       (   or  maybe  they’re  not  so  different,   after  all;  sporting  similar  bruises,  broken  bones  and  patches  of  skin  healed  and  cut  all  over.  )

       ‟     ͏ ――  𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 ... 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆.    ❜  

Congratulations on the quote of the year, Madej.

   ‟     If you have something to say,   JUST SPIT IT OUT .     ❜     

 ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @im-possiblelimits  ， sc.  

marvel  au  where  neil  hides  the  fact  he’s  the  son  of  a  prominent  anti-human  psychopath   (  other  than  magneto ,   shocker!  )   and  keeps  running  off  until  he  ends  up  in  wymack’s  school  for  the  broken  and  the  damned  lmfao  i’m  so  sorry.   but  hey,   the  concept’s  there.  

stefan ,   dealing  with  @scarfwere​ :

neil  /  nathaniel ,   dealing  with  isaac :

                         ‟     𝗧𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿, 𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱'𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱   ' 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 ' .    ❜

                          ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @puridior  ， sc.

    in  any  sense  of  words  left  in  him ,   𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳  𝘪𝘴  𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥.

    he  had  never  travelled  before  in  his  life,   cooped  up  only  in  stifling  corners  of  black  rooms  and  choking  smell  of  blood  in  dark  rooms,   until  a  few  months  later  have  seen  him  in  SWEDEN.    overwhelming  than  baltimore  and  its  woods,  with  bustling  crowds  and  big  bricked  houses  and  having  nowhere  familiar  to  run  to;  and  yet,   he  finds  familiarity  in  the  dark  at  the  back  of  a  truck,   with  sharp  and  cold  metal  promising  hurt  by  the  men  who  drove  it  somewhere.

                        ‟     ...    ❜      he  stayed  still  behind  crates,  smelling  gunpowder  and  high  risks  of  uncertainty  especially  as  with  every  bump  on  the  road,  he  can  only  hear  the  wild  racing  of  his  heart  and  the  heat  of  his  mother’s  palm  on  his  cheeks.   careless,   reckless,   useless   —— surely  by  now  with  the  reminders  of  the  tip  of  his  father’s  wrath  on  his  skin,   alex  would’ve  learned  a  hell  of  a  curve.

    unfortunately,   getting  separated  on  their  first  international  getaway  is  unintentionally  not  on  his  list;   and  hopefully,   the  german  words  drilled  into  him  before  they  get  there  is  enough  to  keep  him  alive.   before  then,   escaping  capture  from  an  accidental  kidnapping  - -   alex  made  sure  not  to  make  a  trace  of  life  when  he  chose  this  as  a  hiding  spot  - -    is  the  topmost  priority.    honestly,   he  should’ve  checked  the  truck  first  if  there’s  someone  in  there  before  he  jumped  in  to  hide ...    STUPID  !  

                                   ▬▬▬▬  ＆；   @russianllterature​​  ， plotted.

#cute, soft boy

run,   boy,   𝐫𝐮𝐧  !