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moved to @slashaer xoxo.

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i wish i was better at juggling blogs.

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" you know i couldn't help it. "

                    he's never really celebrated valentine’s day, but he also wasn’t opposed to it. miguel just hasn’t really ever had anyone to celebrate with. now that he had sam, it was different. as soon as she approached him, he grinned, holding his gift behind his back. but when she pulls out the card, his brows raise. ‘ no way, ’ hands move to reveal what he’s hiding — chocolate and a card of his own. ‘ i got you the same one! ’ boy laughs, placing the cards side by side, identical but special. ‘ i’m starting to think we know each other too well, ’     @oncefroze.

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I refuse to believe for a second that my boy Miguel Diaz didn’t try to comfort his best friend at all so I’m fixing it

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H.ARRY ST.YLES???????? HELLO?????

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punkfought​  ,  ayva.

“so, you’re the kickass karate kid i’ve heard so much about.” 

                    ‘ ah, actually, you can just — call me miguel. you’re ayva. right? the — kickass rockband kid? ’

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heracrowned​  ,  brooke.

Sometimes she wonders if Carmen Diaz kind of hates their group of friends because they’re always just letting each other into their homes. Although right now Brooke didn’t know if she could really still consider Peyton or Lucas her friends still. 

They had said this wasn’t going to happen again but here it was, happening all over again. And this time, Brooke wasn’t going to get caught up in the tornado. Lucas Scott was very obviously not the guy for her. The wedding is over, her car is packed up with her stuff that she’s collected from Peyton’s room.

She finds one of the few people she can count on as her friend lying on his bed. “Hey best friend.” she says quietly, hovering in the doorway of Miguel’s bedroom. “Room enough for two?” she knows she looks sad as anything 

                   he’s thinking about his dad tonight. what little miguel knows about the man lingers in his mind, right at the very forefront. he remembers the first time he found the small box of belongings while they packed their apartment to move once again ; old photos, ones of his parents before miguel was born, and other things that proved his dad was real. ever since, miguel has been thinking about finding him, about running off to mexico and discovering the part of him that’s been missing. thoughts are only interrupted by someone walking through his door, quiet footsteps and an even quieter greeting. when he glances up at brooke, he can tell she’s upset, too. and there was nothing more comforting than being upset together.

‘ come on, ’ voice gentle, miguel moves over just enough so brooke can lay down beside him. they’ve done this before, a scene of deja vu that miguel never gets tired of. not always when they’re sad, but sometimes when they’re happy and laughing about stupid teenage things together. once they’re face to face, miguel reaches out a hand to interlock with hers, their fingers fitting well together. ‘ wanna talk about it? ’

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crscendo​  ,  lip.

   “  yeah .. yeah  I’m  fine.  shit, this fuckin’ hurts.  “  his opposite  hand  tended  to  his  jaw  in a sore  like  manner.  s’not   everyday  he gets sucker punched   by  a  milkovich ( okay,  maybe  not  so often  )  “  yeah  don’t worry  about  them,  they cycle  in  and  out  of  juvie  faster  than college  students  get  alcohol poisoning around here .. .  but  shit,  did someone teach  you  how  to  fight  like  that ? that’s crazy. “ 

                   after moving, miguel had promised himself that he wouldn’t use his karate again unless absolutely necessary. he practices still in their garage, learning new techniques online, but he hasn’t gotten into a fight for weeks. until now. it was for self defense, and though miguel would have been happy to simply walk away from the fight, he’s glad it only ended with a few cuts and bruises. ‘ uh, yeah. actually, a few people taught me. different styles and stuff, um... ’ face scrunches a bit as miguel looks over lip’s beaten face. ‘ i can get you some ice from my house. we’ll have to sneak through the back, though. don’t want my mom to see me like this again. she’d probably kill me, ’

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ghospoke​  ,  forrest.

‘so….. wanna go ice skating after school today?’

the note is passed during class. it’s not an entirely unusual way for forrest to communicate, considering his intense hatred for his own voice, but still, he usually doesn’t do it during class. he has a thing for following rules, even if there was absolutely no chance they were going to be caught all the way in the back. there’s a little smile on forrest’s face, and a little doodle of the supposed pond he had once mentioned in the corner of the drawing.

                    double glance is given to the small piece of paper as it’s slid under his notebook, miguel glancing up at their teacher before placing his pencil down. reading the note, miguel’s lips quirk at the corner. he’s not surprised forrest was passing notes - he’s sort of quiet, and this is how they communicated most often, during class or otherwise. eyes moving to forrest and back before he’s scribbling his response.   sure. i’m terrible at it, just so you know. got extra skates i can borrow?  fingers fold the page back up and miguel quickly paces it back while mr. banks’s back is turned.

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should i add g.ilgamesh, m.akkari, or k.ingo to my multi.

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taughtbalance​  ,  sam.

she  couldn’t  even  begin  to  imagine  what  he  was  going  through.  “well,  your  mom’s  not  here  so  you’re  stuck  with  me  feeding  you,”  she  replied,  hoping  he  knew  that  she  didn’t  mind.  carmen  tried  to  warn  her  how  much  work  it  would  be  to  visit  miguel,  but  she  didn’t  care.  she  just  wanted  to  spend  time  with  him.  she  wanted  to  take  care  of  him.  “you’re  not  a  giant  toddler  but—”  she  turned  and  grabbed  the  food,  reaching  into  the  bag  to  grab  a  napkin.  then  she  tucked  it  into  the  front  of  his  shirt  like  a  bib  just  to  tease  him.  “i  mean,  i  can’t  promise  i  won’t  make  a  mess,”  she  teased,  sticking  her  tongue  out  at  him.  “burger  or  fries  first?  or  do  you  just  want  to  skip  right  to  dessert?”  she  asked,  grabbing  their  shared  milkshake  and  taking  a  sip.

                   she’s so kind. sometimes miguel thinks he can feel her heart when sam speaks, and that softens his own beyond comprehension. neither of them are perfect, they’ve made mistakes — despite what they sometimes want to think, they’re still kids. and kids deserve burgers and shakes and laughing with their significant others without worrying about what would happen tomorrow. ‘ how do i look? ’ he ushers toward the napkin, shaking his head with a grin. miguel takes a moment just to stare at sam, who offers to take care of him without question. it almost makes him tear up again. instead, miguel grins. ‘ pretty sure sharing a milkshake with you is the only thing i wanna do right now, ’

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“Jesus, Johnny, please. Kreese tried to kill you last time, what do you want to fight them both?”

“Damn right I do, look what they did.”

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royaltiming​  ,  cassie.

          “i wasn’t looking for you,” cassie sniffled. it was just one of those days that started off really well— the kind you wake up thinking it’ll be a “ GOOD DAY “ until it’s just … not. cassie even woke up early to get her hair done, her make up on. to pick the right dress which will match her small socks. even the hello kitty clips in her hair. you see, the logic was: if she looked good, she’d feel good. but just as it happens … you can’t run away from the sadness, the loneliness. the pressure to please.

     though, you can sit with it. for a moment. not too long. and just acknowledge that it’s there. aside from ice skating, cassie liked to go to the park to get her mind off things. she used to come around with her father. before … “i kinda just wanted to sit here, too …” she pointed to the swing beside the young man before her inching her way every so slowly toward the swing.

          she almost didn’t recognize him. miguel diaz. he’s that karate kid who got pushed off the balcony. it wasn’t her fault really, they didn’t really follow the same crowd. but cassie remembered him from their spanish class in sophmore year when they sat next to each other… he was always nice to her. and he had these soft brown eyes …

                       shame on him for assuming that someone would be looking for him. maybe it was wishful thinking. maybe miguel didn’t actually want to be alone in his sadness. he had a hard to admitting how lonely he felt, especially when he was always surrounded by people who love him. the conflict of wanting to be found and wanting to hide remains, even as he shrugs toward the swing, urging cassie to sit down if she really wanted to. why was she sad? crying like he was? it couldn’t be for the same reason, but maybe something similar. regardless, he doesn’t ask yet, and he doesn’t know if he will. they aren’t exactly friends, or even acquaintances. partnering up a couple of times in spanish class didn’t give you allowance to console someone.

‘ do you... come here a lot? when you’re... y’know... ’ sad, crying, depressed. miguel, himself, used to simply hide in his room, letting tears fall and dampen his pillow. however, after the school fight, after breaking his back, his mom started checking on him more, so miguel figured it was better to leave, go somewhere where no one would be at this time of night. or, where he thought no one would be. miguel can’t help but wonder what cassie howard could possibly have to cry about. she was pretty, popular, she was nice, she had friends and boyfriends and what seemed like a good reputation. but not everything is as it seems, nothing is as perfect as it looks one the outside. swinging slowly back and forth, the toes of his sneakers dig into the dark beneath the swings. ‘ you don’t — have to say anything. we don’t actually have to talk, if you don’t want to, ’

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ok had to finish my taxes and NOW i’m here.

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finally on my laptop, so now i’m y’all’s problem.

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i demand that your muse give miguel a nickname that isn't mig / miggy.

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