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( nicholas ? nick , are you listening to me ?! ) that’s not my name, dad. ( not your name ? what are you talking about, not your name ? it’s the name i god damn gave you ! ) THAT’S NOT MY NAME .
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THEY know that I know THEY don’t sound like ME.
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THEY know that I know THEY don’t sound like ME.
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THEY know that I know THEY don’t sound like ME.
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THEY know that I know THEY don’t sound like ME.
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you looked at death in a tarot card & saw what you had to do .
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disco is alexander sadilton #5055 so . come @ me while i make icons for JOHNNY.
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‘ you could stay here. with me. ’
‘ you don’t need to offer that . ’ although he was in no place to deny that . teeth bite into his bottom lip as nervous hands fidget with the fabric of his jeans . his mouth opens once , twice . nervous words never leaving his mouth those times . but third time’s a charm . ‘ i - i mean . . if you really don’t mind . you wouldn’t even know i was here. ’
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‘ we should hug this out. ’
already moving toward tate before he even finishes his sentence , benny’s arms are coming around the other’s shoulders & pressing his face against his neck , pressing soft kisses against his skin , taking all the comfort tate has to offer . ‘ i love you . you fuckin’ idiot . ’ open palmed slap is given to tate’s shoulder , then he continues to hold him just as close . ‘ you scared the fuckin’ life out of me. ’
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‘ we haven’t had the car for long - we bought it cheap, and it’s been breaking down for the past few months. ‘ hand gestures to the vehicle as he speaks, before falling back to his side, playing with them hem of his shirt. ‘ how much would it take to fix ? we don’t - have a lot of money. ‘ / @mistrglass
oh , how he could relate of the woes of empty pockets ! hands rest on his hips as gaze moves from the other boy to the car , lips pursing . ‘ i could do it for free . ’ although , he probably shouldn’t , his parents only begin to care when they don’t have their drug money . ‘ y’know , um. think of it as a sample . see how you like the fletcher services ! ’
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❛ You’re not okay! This is not okay! ❜ Ed responds, too loud in the silence of the room. Ed berates himself for it in his head—STOP IT!—biting his tongue as his hands fall to his sides, but it’s already too late. Not helping. His eyes fall shut. ❛ Sorry. ❜
For yelling, for getting him hurt… for everything. It’s not enough.
NOTHING about this is okay, although Benny is correct. The only thing BROKEN is his hand. The bruising on his face and shoulders will clear up in time, but that doesn’t make Ed feel better. He’s upset and angry. Devastated. Benny doesn’t deserve this.
Eyes blink open again. Ed takes a deep breath in, then out. ❛ There’s blood on your face. Let me clean you up. ❜ He almost TOUCHES Benny again, but stops himself. ❛ Please? ❜
gaze finds the floor at ed’s raised voice . logical enough to know the anger isn’t directed at him , but still fearful enough to take caution . tired eyes close & he waves his non broken hand , dismissing the other’s apology . it’s fine ! it’s all fine . it’s a shame his jaw aches enough to convince him the hand gesture is enough to let ed know he doesn’t blame him or harbour any bad feelings .
eyes meet with ed’s once more when he speaks again , almost laughing at the knowledge of blood on his face , he thought he had gotten it all . . . although it was still a possibility that his nose was still bleeding.
ed’s plea makes his heart ache , akin to the way his face does & he reaches his one hand out , holding the other’s for a second before nodding . ‘ okay . ’ the hand in his own is brought to his face , as if controlling how much pressure ed can put on his face as he cups his hand around his face , ignoring the pain that subsides within a second , to take comfort from the other’s hand , his touch . ‘ i trust you . you know that , right ? ’
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me, looking at myself remaking a whole ass new blog
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WHY DON’T YOU LIKE ME? WHY DON’T YOU LIKE ME? ©
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riddlman replied to your post: ‘ are you sure you want to be friends with me? ’
silly! goose!
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‘ are you sure you want to be friends with me? ’
‘ what . . . ? ’ happy to just have a friend , a life revolving around trying to keep his family afloat made for a lonely one , real friends were few & far between . . . but he wanted to keep ed , to make the effort to keep him close , be there for him . how was he to know the inner workings of a damaged mind ? ( even if he could peer in , see all the other’s problems , he wouldn’t turn him away . ) ‘ yes ! of course i’m sure , otherwise i wouldn’t be . . . you silly goose. ’
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riddlman:
Quivering hands SLIDE down Benny’s cheeks, his neck, his shoulders, seeking out any injuries apart from the obvious one. ❛ Who did this to you? ❜
Did they do this because of me?
@mistrglass — SHORT STARTER CALL?
entire face aches , along with his entire body . even the touches edward provides to him make him want to flinch & recoil. ‘ i didn’t see their face . ’ reason unknown , taken down in the middle of the street late at night . ‘ i’m okay , though . it’s all cosmetic . ’
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