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happy 36 years since Cameron was kicked from the polycule 🫶

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Is tumblr ready for transfem Knox

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I don't believe in dps ship wars just..

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hi this is chet in my head !

bonus knoxchet to me

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ask me for any dps ships..

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

…good morning.

…goodnight.

…goodbye.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…to shut them up.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because they���re running out of time.

…because time’s run out.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

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#26 cherry for the writing ask thing?

Okay so this is kind of longer than I wanted it to be… but here you go!!

Cherry and 26 for the ask game. I hope you enjoy!

Possible trigger warning for a mentioned suicide attempt. Nothing explicit, but be warned.

A Kiss… as an Apology

Grey smoke exhaled from Charlie’s mouth. It interweaved with the bright blue sky, almost staining it. He had been waiting for far too long, or so it felt. He smoked when he was stressed. He smoked when he wasn’t stressed too. It really was a bad habit of his. Cameron was constantly talking his ear off about it. He went on and on about how dangerous it was and how Charlie would probably get lung cancer in the future if he didn’t quit soon. Charlie always waved him off. He had given up on himself and his body long ago. He only got one life. He’d smoke what he wanted, do what he wanted, and wouldn’t take shit about it from anyone.

Anyways, he didn’t care about any of that right now. He didn’t care at all.

The only thing that was on his mind was Neil. The poets hadn’t heard from him for days. Charlie was stressing the entire time. It wasn’t like Neil and him to be separated for that long without a single word. They were usually attached at the hip. One was not often found without the other. So when Neil vanished without an explanation, Charlie got nervous. It was like half his heart, half his mind, half his everything was ripped apart. He couldn’t function properly. Charlie was distraught on his own. Neil was always there to guide him. With a gentle touch he made Charlie feel complete. He filled the silence when Charlie needed a break from his own booming, obnoxious thoughts that constantly looped in his mind when a hush fell over a room or he was left alone for even a few minutes. Charlie found it nice to fill his life with noise. Neil could be noisey. Not that it was bad that he was. Charlie was noisey too. Charlie liked the sound of Neil’s soft, honey voice when he spoke soothing words. He enjoyed his dramatic, over the top reenactments of shakespeare. He loved the sound of his laugh when Charlie made a quick, witty remark. It was all amusing and comforting to Charlie.

About two days into Neil’s mysterious disappearance, Cameron has been the one to receive a call. Charlie knew before him Cameron had somehow been Neil’s best friend. As Neil describes it, he found him on the school playground at their elementary school and threw him over his shoulder. Since that day Cameron had been stuck there. He kicked and hit at first, but he quickly became quite fond of his new best friend, letting him drag him around from place to place.

Charlie still isn’t even too sure how it happened. Neil had the power to become friends with just about anyone. He had no idea how Cameron of all people was his first choice.

Maybe that’s why they hadn’t gotten along since the moment Charlie entered their shared dorm all those years ago. After all, Charlie was able to catch Neil’s attention quite easily.

To this very day they weren’t too fond of each other, but they had grown comfortable in their dorm. They learned to live with each other, though it was very reluctant.

Charlie listened in on Cameron’s phone call as he so often did. It seemed important this time and when Charlie heard Neil’s name mentioned, his head snapped up, not bothering to conceal the fact he was eavesdropping anymore.

And when Charlie asked him about it, Cameron explained to him that Neil had been in the hospital for the past couple days because he tried to take his own life. And that day, he was going to be admitted to a psych ward. Charlie’s walls shattered around him and the truth that he tried to shut out came flooding in in waves of guilt and regret.

Which brought him back to now.

Neil was going to be released today. Charlie wasn’t able to stand his own thoughts for the few days that led up to this point. He felt guilty. Deep down, he knew that something had been wrong with his best friend. Of course he had. He knew everything about Neil. It was hard for him to hide things from Charlie. However, Charlie was living in blissful ignorance. As brave as he seemed, he had never been able to confront those kinds of dark feelings. He couldn’t confront them in his own mind, so how would he know how to confront another person about it? Instead, he had to constantly surround himself with things to get his mind to shut up. He thought if he did the same for Neil, talking his ear off, making him smile and laugh, that it might help him, but it didn’t. Bottling things up didn’t work for everyone. Sometimes their bottle was so full that they couldn’t screw the cap on right. Charlie figured that’s how it was for Neil.

Neil had been hiding behind a mask of happiness for so long that he had grown sick of it. Neil only wanted freedom. He didn’t want to conceal the emotions he had, but he felt like he had to. This was his last resort to free himself. Charlie couldn’t believe he let it get this bad without offering Neil support.

Charlie was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of the front door of the building closing. There stood Neil, his mother by his side. She had a hand on his back as they walked out.

Charlie couldn’t help himself. He stomped his cigarette out and ran towards Neil, wrapping him in an embrace. Touching Neil was something he missed. The two of them had always been physically affectionate with each other. Pats on the bag, arms around shoulders, sitting with their knees touching, pinkies intertwined, kisses to the head. It was normal with their kind of friendship.

When Neil didn’t immediately hug him back, Charlie got a little nervous. After a few seconds of what Charlie guessed was shock though, two arms wrapped around him, tugging him closer.

They stayed like that for a while, neither of them daring to pull away until Neil’s mom spoke up.

“I’m afraid we have to get going soon. Neil’s father is expecting us.”

Charlie pulled away. He wanted to say so many things. He’s the one who’s responsible. Why didn’t you save him? I don’t want him to leave again. Does he have to go now? But for once, he bit his tongue.

“Could I just drive him home later, Mrs. Perry. He hasn’t seen us for so long. I bet he missed everyone. We won’t be too long. Promise.” Charlie was practically pleading with her. He didn’t want to come off as too desperate, but he couldn’t help it. Neil was back. He was finally back.

“Oh, I’m not sure, Charles. We really—“

“Please?” Neil said, the single word sounded so choked out. You would think he forced himself to say it.

“Well… Alright. Be home before dinner. Be careful. Please.”

Neil nodded his head. “We will be.”

When Charlie and Neil had gotten in Charlie’s car, the two of them still hadn’t really spoken a word directly to each other. Neil looked so worn out, so tired, so numb. It hurt Charlie to see him like that. He couldn’t help but stare. There was so much he wanted to say, but no words could properly express what he wanted to get across.

Neil glanced at him after a moment. He looked like he was going to burst into tears any second. Charlie couldn’t stand the sight. He needed to say something.

Instead of saying something, though, Charlie leaned forward. He gently grabbed hold of Neil’s face and pressed a kiss to his lips. He was hoping it communicated what he wanted it to. I’m sorry. I should’ve been there. I love you. I’m so glad you’re alive. I’m here for you. I’d do anything for you.

He pulled back after a moment, taking in Neil’s expression. His lips were parted, his eyes were wide. He sat there in shock for what seemed like an eternity before he let a very small smile crack through his face, shattering the frightened mask he wore.

“Hello to you too, Charlie.” Neil joked. Charlie couldn’t help a smile from breaking through on his own face as well.

“I missed you.”

That was all Charlie could get out before Neil’s lips were back on his. It was softer than anything Charlie had known. Maybe it was softer than anything either of them had known. Two explosive personalities coming together to make something so gentle.

Charlie didn’t want it to end.

He couldn’t let his time with Neil end.

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#26 cherry for the writing ask thing?

Okay so this is kind of longer than I wanted it to be… but here you go!!

Cherry and 26 for the ask game. I hope you enjoy!

Possible trigger warning for a mentioned suicide attempt. Nothing explicit, but be warned.

A Kiss… as an Apology

Grey smoke exhaled from Charlie’s mouth. It interweaved with the bright blue sky, almost staining it. He had been waiting for far too long, or so it felt. He smoked when he was stressed. He smoked when he wasn’t stressed too. It really was a bad habit of his. Cameron was constantly talking his ear off about it. He went on and on about how dangerous it was and how Charlie would probably get lung cancer in the future if he didn’t quit soon. Charlie always waved him off. He had given up on himself and his body long ago. He only got one life. He’d smoke what he wanted, do what he wanted, and wouldn’t take shit about it from anyone.

Anyways, he didn’t care about any of that right now. He didn’t care at all.

The only thing that was on his mind was Neil. The poets hadn’t heard from him for days. Charlie was stressing the entire time. It wasn’t like Neil and him to be separated for that long without a single word. They were usually attached at the hip. One was not often found without the other. So when Neil vanished without an explanation, Charlie got nervous. It was like half his heart, half his mind, half his everything was ripped apart. He couldn’t function properly. Charlie was distraught on his own. Neil was always there to guide him. With a gentle touch he made Charlie feel complete. He filled the silence when Charlie needed a break from his own booming, obnoxious thoughts that constantly looped in his mind when a hush fell over a room or he was left alone for even a few minutes. Charlie found it nice to fill his life with noise. Neil could be noisey. Not that it was bad that he was. Charlie was noisey too. Charlie liked the sound of Neil’s soft, honey voice when he spoke soothing words. He enjoyed his dramatic, over the top reenactments of shakespeare. He loved the sound of his laugh when Charlie made a quick, witty remark. It was all amusing and comforting to Charlie.

About two days into Neil’s mysterious disappearance, Cameron has been the one to receive a call. Charlie knew before him Cameron had somehow been Neil’s best friend. As Neil describes it, he found him on the school playground at their elementary school and threw him over his shoulder. Since that day Cameron had been stuck there. He kicked and hit at first, but he quickly became quite fond of his new best friend, letting him drag him around from place to place.

Charlie still isn’t even too sure how it happened. Neil had the power to become friends with just about anyone. He had no idea how Cameron of all people was his first choice.

Maybe that’s why they hadn’t gotten along since the moment Charlie entered their shared dorm all those years ago. After all, Charlie was able to catch Neil’s attention quite easily.

To this very day they weren’t too fond of each other, but they had grown comfortable in their dorm. They learned to live with each other, though it was very reluctant.

Charlie listened in on Cameron’s phone call as he so often did. It seemed important this time and when Charlie heard Neil’s name mentioned, his head snapped up, not bothering to conceal the fact he was eavesdropping anymore.

And when Charlie asked him about it, Cameron explained to him that Neil had been in the hospital for the past couple days because he tried to take his own life. And that day, he was going to be admitted to a psych ward. Charlie’s walls shattered around him and the truth that he tried to shut out came flooding in in waves of guilt and regret.

Which brought him back to now.

Neil was going to be released today. Charlie wasn’t able to stand his own thoughts for the few days that led up to this point. He felt guilty. Deep down, he knew that something had been wrong with his best friend. Of course he had. He knew everything about Neil. It was hard for him to hide things from Charlie. However, Charlie was living in blissful ignorance. As brave as he seemed, he had never been able to confront those kinds of dark feelings. He couldn’t confront them in his own mind, so how would he know how to confront another person about it? Instead, he had to constantly surround himself with things to get his mind to shut up. He thought if he did the same for Neil, talking his ear off, making him smile and laugh, that it might help him, but it didn’t. Bottling things up didn’t work for everyone. Sometimes their bottle was so full that they couldn’t screw the cap on right. Charlie figured that’s how it was for Neil.

Neil had been hiding behind a mask of happiness for so long that he had grown sick of it. Neil only wanted freedom. He didn’t want to conceal the emotions he had, but he felt like he had to. This was his last resort to free himself. Charlie couldn’t believe he let it get this bad without offering Neil support.

Charlie was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of the front door of the building closing. There stood Neil, his mother by his side. She had a hand on his back as they walked out.

Charlie couldn’t help himself. He stomped his cigarette out and ran towards Neil, wrapping him in an embrace. Touching Neil was something he missed. The two of them had always been physically affectionate with each other. Pats on the bag, arms around shoulders, sitting with their knees touching, pinkies intertwined, kisses to the head. It was normal with their kind of friendship.

When Neil didn’t immediately hug him back, Charlie got a little nervous. After a few seconds of what Charlie guessed was shock though, two arms wrapped around him, tugging him closer.

They stayed like that for a while, neither of them daring to pull away until Neil’s mom spoke up.

“I’m afraid we have to get going soon. Neil’s father is expecting us.”

Charlie pulled away. He wanted to say so many things. He’s the one who’s responsible. Why didn’t you save him? I don’t want him to leave again. Does he have to go now? But for once, he bit his tongue.

“Could I just drive him home later, Mrs. Perry. He hasn’t seen us for so long. I bet he missed everyone. We won’t be too long. Promise.” Charlie was practically pleading with her. He didn’t want to come off as too desperate, but he couldn’t help it. Neil was back. He was finally back.

“Oh, I’m not sure, Charles. We really—“

“Please?” Neil said, the single word sounded so choked out. You would think he forced himself to say it.

“Well… Alright. Be home before dinner. Be careful. Please.”

Neil nodded his head. “We will be.”

When Charlie and Neil had gotten in Charlie’s car, the two of them still hadn’t really spoken a word directly to each other. Neil looked so worn out, so tired, so numb. It hurt Charlie to see him like that. He couldn’t help but stare. There was so much he wanted to say, but no words could properly express what he wanted to get across.

Neil glanced at him after a moment. He looked like he was going to burst into tears any second. Charlie couldn’t stand the sight. He needed to say something.

Instead of saying something, though, Charlie leaned forward. He gently grabbed hold of Neil’s face and pressed a kiss to his lips. He was hoping it communicated what he wanted it to. I’m sorry. I should’ve been there. I love you. I’m so glad you’re alive. I’m here for you. I’d do anything for you.

He pulled back after a moment, taking in Neil’s expression. His lips were parted, his eyes were wide. He sat there in shock for what seemed like an eternity before he let a very small smile crack through his face, shattering the frightened mask he wore.

“Hello to you too, Charlie.” Neil joked. Charlie couldn’t help a smile from breaking through on his own face as well.

“I missed you.”

That was all Charlie could get out before Neil’s lips were back on his. It was softer than anything Charlie had known. Maybe it was softer than anything either of them had known. Two explosive personalities coming together to make something so gentle.

Charlie didn’t want it to end.

He couldn’t let his time with Neil end.

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CAMTODD MENTIONED I JUST SCREAMED

Stop sleeping on those underrated friendships:

- Knox and Pitts

- Todd and Cameron

- Neil and Pitts

- Neil and Cameron

- Charlie and Todd

- Meeks and Neil

I probably forgot many.

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Todd; if you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?

Neil; where are you?

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justice for richard cameron. he was just a kid. yeah he ratted on keating. but he was doing what he thought was right. his best friend had died. he thought what he did was right even if his only friends opposed that opinion. he stood up for what he thought was right. and that’s exactly what keating taught him.

“we don’t get complex characters” and yet you couldn’t understand richard cameron.

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got a call from god. neil’s alive 😄💕

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todd anderson edit with a pinch of anderperry wink wink…hes so me i fear

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meeks pfp made me gay sorry..

screw casual love I'm going to do anything you want and literally basically worship you hope thats okay

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screw casual love I'm going to do anything you want and literally basically worship you hope thats okay

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neil is the kinda guy that gives you advice that in the public bathroom while you’re in the lowest of lows

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chet danburry loathes knox overstreet :// (he wants to make out with him so bad)

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