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@j-carlington

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I know I just called you dude but I’m trying to flirt with you

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Set It Up (2018) dir. Claire Scanlon

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( x ) 

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Sierra Burgess is a Loser (2018) Directed by Ian Samuels

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Bro come on just tuck me in bro you know I can’t sleep unless someone tucks me in man

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bonus:

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just waltzing into jackson’s place had been the norm between the boys for so long, so ryder didn’t think anything of it as he twisted the front door’s knob and let himself on in. he chuckled at the greeting, finding his way into jackson’s room and subsequently the closet, plopping down on the opposite bean bag chair before kicking off his vans. “this is the only closet i’ve ever known you to be in - for the record.” ryder commented with another laugh, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back, fully ready to listen to whatever jackson was about to play for him. even if he hadn’t given him a heads up in their texts, the acoustic in his lap said it all. “sounds good, man, i’m excited to hear it - lay it down.” ryder said, nodding his head in genuine excitement with a smile. anytime jackson had something new to show ryder, it was usually pretty good, or at the very least had something in the chords that they could salvage. which was why ryder always refrained from sharing how he felt about the song until the end, just so he could get a full picture of what they had to work with. and this new song? well, ryder was already a fan of it. there was something very 60s, beatles-esque even, about the beginning melody, and yet there was something a little different and intriguing about the chord progression going into what he had to imagine was the chorus. his knee was bopping along the whole time, head bobbing in time as he was already coming up with a few drumlines with his finger tips against his forearms that might blend in nicely. “dude -” ryder started, rolling his head to the side as he took a proper look over at his best friend, “you’re really onto something with that one! it’s chill, sure, but still rocks in it’s own way, you know what i mean? like, the girl who cried wolf? kinda sad but i dig it - how’d you come up with it?”

🎸 YOUR MUSE PLAYING MUSIC/SINGING FOR MY MUSE

It had been less than an hour since Jackson had texted Ryder with news of having written a song he needed a second opinion on and yet he was already rushing to present it. Like this was some geek-ass science fair project he wanted to put on display and explain. Whether they did anything with it album-wise or not didn’t matter too terribly much, Jackson just liked validation. Sometimes he couldn’t help whatever tiny lingering shitty insecurity that lived in the shadows of the back of his brain from making him question whether he was like, actually capable of doing this shit. He was just waiting for Ryder to show up at this point, and the sound of his apartment door opening -he’d told the other boy it would be open for him in their texting- was definitely welcomed. “I’m in the closet,” Pausing, his words dawned on him, and Jackson couldn’t help but snort out a notable laugh. “Physically, anyway.” Saying he was in the closet might not have meant much to anyone else, but incidentally, Jackson’s closet was kind of fucking huge. There really wasn’t a reason for one single person to have a walk-in closet that could have easily fit two people’s clothes in it let alone extra storage, but not too long after his move in, he had come to find that the acoustics in the space were pretty sick. So yeah, he was in the closet. This circumstance being familiar enough, Jackson had set up a couple of bean bag chairs in the closet at least a year back. He was sitting on one now, acoustic guitar situated in his lap, fingers still playing the gentle chords of the song his best friend was there to bear witness to as he looked up at Ryder’s entrance. “I’d been fucking around with this for a little while, but I think it’s finally done, so.” He prefaced, nodding toward the other bean bag chair for Ryder to sit with him. Stopping the guitar playing he had been doing, he took in a slow breath before starting over entirely from the beginning, the melody feeling close and familiar in his head. Jackson kind of went to a different place when he was sharing his music in close proximity like this -performing in general, really, but this was a different kind of performance. Getting into the acoustic ‘performance’ of sorts, Jackson immersed himself in the movement of his fingers over his guitar strings, the way the words he sang felt coming out of him, the whole thing put together; letting Ryder hear it this time, too, instead of just himself. ( x )

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If you were in Shrek, what character would you be?

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Me: *listens to my own playlist*

Me: fucking masterpiece