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“you’ve never truly explored the castle?” izaiah was taken back, acting more surprised than he really was -- “like not even on a bored day? i’ve gotten lost once.. or twice. it took me once, a whole two whoppin’ hours to get back to my room.” he paused, considering the offer for a few seconds and then nodding in agreement. “Sure but... i hope we don’t get lost.”

“you know, despite the fact that i’ve been here for an entire year…” bennett thought aloud before turning to the person next to him, finally directing his words at them. “i doubt i’ve seen even half of the castle. wanna go explore?”

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kaidev:

“i mean, if i can help it, i wouldn’t let them get anything off me. so in that sense, two dollars is a very generous donation.” he chuckled. “unless, of course, you’d be willing to fork over the extra three we need to get to five.” he suggested playfully, a smug smile on his lips. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen him shed a tear. y’know, that kind of reaction might make me genuinely cry. i’m not used to big squishy men crying because of presents, it’ll take me off guard.”

“so generous.” izaiah agreed with noted sarcasm but it was lighthearted fun, it was evident in his look as his lips were glossed with a loose grin and his eyes wide with playfulness. he held his hand at either side of his face in defense, “hey.. adding three more while you only have two? split it to 2.50 each and maybe i’ll consider chipping in.” izaiah mocked, “nah man you can’t cave and cry -- you gotta tough it out for the body guard. if he sees you cry and then you even cry harder because he’s seeing you cry which triggered him to cry and then suddenly it ends up in a mushy fest.. which may not be as bad.” izaiah rambled, typical of him as well. “that didn’t make sense did it?”

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gwenllicn:

“ — oh yeah ? you should demonstrate, i bet your singing voice is lovely. ” gwen teased, imagining izaiah randomly breaking out into song causing her to grin. “ maybe it is another dimension. that would explain why we all feel so strange and hollow once it’s over. ”   

“um..” he started, raising his index to stop her. “let’s get this clear, i am never singing unless you get me drunk. i’d just embarrass myself but i do put on a show in the shower so feel free to stand outside to get a hearing.” izaiah stated with a small nod. “right? like listen, once december comes around -- you’re in a month full of fun and glee and i’m not just saying that because it’s the holidays but it feels nice and you feel a hundred times lighter. it can’t just be me right?”

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lukasisms:

lukas’ eyes flickered down to where izaiah fiddled intently with his phone. “ hm, “ he hummed, lips quirking into a smirk as he met the other boy’s eyes, matching the forcefulness of izaiah’s look. “ i’d say i’ll beat you to it but, “ lukas leaned back and took another quick drink from his glass, “ it looks like you’re already halfway there. careful to steer clear from blue light, “ he motioned halfheartedly to the phone he had dropped his lap, “ i hear it’s an insomniac’s nightmare. “

“hm..” izaiah repeated, there was something about that one syllable that sent his mind doing flips trying to decipher what it could mean. was he judging him? or was he just simply throwing around the word? izaiah swallowed the now forming lump in his throat as he sat up. “yeah, explains why i’m up really late at night anyway. the light makes it seem like the suns still out so my brain thinks i should be awake.” izaiah looked from lukas to the glass in his hand, “damn glad you’re here to pull me away from being anti-social and talking. nothing like a glass of...” he gestured towards the amber liquid, “and small talk.”

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carlottaisms:

“are you seriously kidding me right now? rob ray stewart had to raise two children on his own while maintaining that bomb ass beach house. please—lilly trescott deadass ended miley stewart. hannah montana may have had bops but honestly mikayla skeech ended her too. she snatched jake away like it was no damn problem. i swear to god, like i can spot someone i knew in elementary school from a mile away and her fans can’t see through it with that wig. her fans were highkey fake just like you. jackson was honestly better than anyone on that show. he was always just minding his own business amidst his extra ass family. try to block me, you’re already reported. fuck no, i get jerry springer and you get dr. phil. dr. phil isn’t even a real doctor so your whole team is just filled with fake ass posers. jerry and i will see you in court sweetie, don’t get butthurt when i get child support too.”

“i don’t like this attitude, i came here to represent my woman and now you’re coming at me for some man who’s disguise is a dumb mustache? hm. how, how did she end miley? i want it in MLA format on my desk first thing tomorrow morning. lilly isn’t even relevant is she? mikayla really did come for her, hannah thought she was snarky but mikayla shut her up real quick. but.. mikayla’s vocals aren’t the same as hannah’s though, you gotta agree with me on that. exactly? like how could you not recognize that girl, her facial structure didn’t change all that much. i swear, hannah montana was the true joanne the scammer of her time. we can learn from her, lotta! W O W, coming for me again i see? calling me fake, when you don’t even know how to make some good pizza? get out of here. jackson was the most innocent thing on that show, the comedy relief and shit but he was relatable. you’re already blocked, report me all you want but at least i wouldn’t have to deal with you. fuck you, i called for jerry springer -- you’re not having him, you can have the other fake show hosts. hey don’t come for my man dr. phil like that, he brings some good drama. you’re just jealous that if you were on that show he’d call you on it. honey, baby, love -- i’ll see you in court with our kids and a case that’ll destroy you.

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◤ ✧TEXT ft. ADELIA

adelia: yeah just that this kid izaiah sucks

adelia: but that's all

izaiah: shit fam lmk what he did

izaiah: the other side has srs questions u kno??

izaiah: like what this boy do??

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◤ ✧TEXT ft. ADELIA

adelia: damn idk who u are but it's cool that you can talk to ghosts

adelia: tell them i'm sorry for hurting their feelings

izaiah: damn i'll let them kno

izaiah: anything else for the other side????

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◤ ✧TEXT ft. ADELIA

adelia: sorry this is awkward but um who is this?

izaiah: you've hurt mon spirit

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izaiah was capable of sitting in places quiet and involved much more in his phone rather than incorporate himself into his surroundings. the idea was much different had he been among a crowd of people. talking to people wasn’t hard, it was trying to keep a conversation going that seemed relatively interesting -- that was the hard part. he hardly noticed the other body in the room until he made it known of his presence with the dramatic entrance -- at least dramatic in izaiah’s eyes. he looked from his illuminated screen occupied with his thumb scrolling through his feed, “i wasn’t saying anything anyway.” izaiah made note of it as he lowered his phone into his lap and forced a smile to his face, “you could become a mannequin and better yet, make it a challenge. it’d be funny.” izaiah snickered at his own comment.

lukas meticulously–slowly, to make sure those around him could hear every drop go into the small glass–poured himself a shot’s worth of whichever half-translucent, brownish liquid he had picked up at random. pretentious at heart, but rarely in practice, he enjoyed the guessing game. he walked slowly toward the middle of the sitting room, a smirk on his face, and dropped dramatically–complete with a feigned groan–onto the fancily embroidered couch facing the fireplace. “ if i didn’t know any better, i wouldn’t even think people lived here, it’s so fucking… animated. “ he took a sip out of his glass ( it was bourbon ), “ –i, for one, can’t wait to become a lifeless mannequin, can you ? “

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◤ ✧TEXT ft. ADELIA

adelia: i don't know what you're saying

adelia: i've never seen that language in my entire life

izaiah: non? vous ne parlez pas francais?

izaiah: c'est ne pas bon :(

izaiah: j'adore omelette du fromage :/

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◤ ✧TEXT ft. ADELIA

izaiah: bonjour mon steak frites

izaiah: j'mapelle omelette du fromage :)

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me: it was just a dream

me (internally): .. or prophecy ..

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scbastianism:

“as i recall, you’re the one who ditched ME. i was ready to spend the night - and the rest of my life - with you. honestly ? i feel like we should just do some shots to make up for lost opportunities. i’ve been functioning properly for too long - we’ve gotta balance it out, y'know ?” bash offered his idea and narrowed his eyes slightly at izaiah, waiting for his friend to agree. if it had been with anyone else, he would’ve been the one being pitched such suggestions to. when it came to zay, though, sebastian tended to get easily excited at the thought of doing just about anything with the other. “i’m not sure whether to feel offended that you think so low of me, or flattered that you think i’ll get the job done so quickly. either way, four months sounds about right. if it was anything else, i’d have given up already, but for my dogs ? i would literally climb mountains, possibly even kill a man for them - don’t quote me on that though.” he put up his hand as if to stop zay before he could get any ideas. “i don’t know if you raised me at all, but we both know i’m definitely not anything close to a winner. that’s right - i’m not the only soft one here, remember that.” with an arched brow, sebastian considered the other’s words for a moment before continuing. “uh, that’s questionable. i swear, you’ve told me you had beastiality related dreams before.”

“wow wow wow, let’s not turn this blame around on M E. i, izaiah nicolas boyce, am nothing but innocent in this interaction.” izaiah choked, it wasn’t exactly real but an imitation of it-- had he had something in his mouth. he sniffed, wiping his cheeks of the non existent tears and taking a step back. this was who izaiah is, blowing scenes out of proportion and adding addition dramatics to make his point. “you were .. ready to spend and commit to me? where was i honestly? i’m disappointed in myself for not coming to this offer because .. i’ve been dying to tell you this bash but..my heart cannot hide what the eyes speak and that.. is that i want to spend my life with you too.” his lips stretched into a wide grin, “but yo,” he tapped the others boy shoulder, “we should take so many shots to make up for that lost time. it’s not a new years make up party if you’re not willing to get super trashed.” the idea intrigued izaiah. alcohol and passing out somewhere were one of his favorite activities to indulge in. though, the thought of sharing the activity with sebastian only brought excitement into izaiah even more than before. sebastian brought a warmth in him that he clung to; with the boy it was as if stepping into a patch of sunlight and bathing in it for the comfort it brung. sebastian was comfort in an odd way, shared between passing jokes and looks. “shit and here i was ready to take notes of you willing to kill a man for your dogs.” he joked with his eyebrows wiggling in addition. “not with that attitude, you have to believe you’re a winner.” he clenched his fist and raised it, “believe.” he whispered with emphasis before laughing. his jaw fell, hanging slightly open as he pressed his palms to his ear. “god i can’t believe what’s im hearing.” he looked up to the ceiling, “this man accusing me of lies.” he returned his attention to sebastian and shook his head.

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carlottaisms:

“hannah montana our lord and savior? now i know you’re insane and out of your mind. everyone knows our real lord and savior is robby ray stewart. the man who originated ‘say what’, the man who put on a fake mustache to every one of his daughter’s shows to protect her, the father of our second lord and savior—jackson stewart and now you just wanna toss him aside? you’re mad your skills are pretty non-existent so i’ll pass, bro. the only fake i see here is you so clearly i’m the more superior best friend. honestly blocked and reported izaiah, i don’t need snakes in my life anymore. sorry honey, you and your ‘mad skills’ are just going to have to learn for yourself. honestly divorce me, but i’m taking the kids. plus i’m taking half of all your earnings so square up. i just out-snaked you.”

“rob aint got nothing on hannah montana, what the fuck are you talking about? with his fake ass mustache tryna hide himself from the world but can he? how did that show even attempt to hide their identity even with the mediocre disguises they had on? i saw this post on instagram once and it was like how could you not recognize someone based on their facial structure? see, if i saw you with a new wig on and you called yourself harlotta trotta -- i’d tell you to relax and not be that extra. jackson stewart is someone i relate to someone on a deep level, i would never push him aside god. wow? you wanna test that or something? fake ass. not if i block your ass first. W O W, i have been duped and you’re taking the kids? alright, see you on dr. phil. his bald ass and mine will win. or is that maury show? no wait it’s jerry springer, i’ll see you on jerry springer.”

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gwenllicn:

“ oh, i know. it just feels wrong to listen to it during any other month, as silly as that is. you just can’t enjoy it unless it’s the holiday season, it’s terrible ! ” the girl agreed, bambi eyes widening in empathy at the tragedy of it all. it had always been a tough transition for gwen, the time after the celebrations had passed. she’d find herself clinging onto the joy and cheer for as long as she could, about as unwilling to part with it as a child would it’s favorite toy. “ i’m glad you agree. they’re just so magical looking, i don’t know. there’s something about them that just make things look better. ”  

“it’s not as fun, you know?” izaiah’s lips pursed, “hey but you know what’s fun to sing at random times? jingle bell rock.” he said with a nod, he had sung it a few times himself at random times. christmas was always alive if you make it to be. a long sigh fell from his lips as he watched them carry tinsel and various fairy lights and other decor that was tied with christmas in general. “christmas is like ... a different dimension.”

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bennettdarby:

ben cracked a smile when izaiah figured him out. “we could probably learn it … ” he drifted off, shrugging his shoulders so izaiah could know that he didn’t need to be committed to anything if he wasn’t into it. “if you wanted.” he added. when he further explained the coke he was referring to, a weight lifted off of ben’s shoulders and he chuckled. “sorry, i just - didn’t put two and two together, i guess.” he laughed. bennett could be dumb sometimes. “coke’s good, though. i don’t know if i could cut it out of my system. i once watched a video where this guy deteriorated an entire penny with a bottle of coke and i still put it into my body. i clearly have no will power.” bennett explained. he ran a hand through his hair as he considered izaiah’s question. “just okay, i think.” he concluded. “there’s nothing wrong with just okay.”

“bennett, wanting to learn chess with me? i’m honored man, just don’t fall asleep on me because i take forever to learn a game. like sometimes when i’m bored i’ll learn things, games mostly, like i taught myself how to play mancala which .. isn’t entirely hard but i have a slow setting gearing in my mind.” he rambled, topping off his sentence with a crooked grin. izaiah’s expression, to say the least, wasn’t entirely so cheery after he mentioned how coke could deteriorate a penny. his smile was no more as his lips pressed together to form a firm line. “shit.. coke can do that? i wonder what else it can do..” izaiah wondered aloud. “there’s nothing wrong with just okay, you’re right.”

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kaidev:

“i relate to that. like, it’s the constant nagging feeling in my head but i just gotta ignore it, ‘cause it’s normal that someone’s watching me.” kai shrugged. “although, i will say, if i wind up getting mugged on the streets of russia, it’ll be no big deal. i’ve got, like, two dollars in cash on me. it’d be pretty useless — you’ve got good ideas, though. maybe i’ll go back and give him some daisies as a present. a cute, little ‘thanks for watching my ass, here’s some daisies, you big softie.’” 

“in the end they’re just doing their job.” izaiah would often let his mind roam being outside the palace and all, it’d take him a while to realize that someone was supposed to be trailing after him -- after having a heart attack. or two. “only two dollars? you’re lacking.” izaiah shook his head, “at least let them get five dollars off of you.” he teased, “see? a beautiful gift for a great man. i bet he’d thank you behind the tough facade. what if he sheds a tear or two?”