Reese Marshall. 19. NYU studentWhaddup? I'm Reese and I like dogs, music, nature, comic books, my sister, and being alive.
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rosexgianvai:
“You’re still alive,” she said making herself comfortable, she didn’t understand the point in dressing up for watching someone just speak for an hour but she did it anyway. “I thought you were dead on that bench,” she joked as she looked at him. “And I wouldn’t know I just got here.”
Reese was relieved that he hadn’t died, but the girl speaking to him did look a little bit like an angel. He smiled at that thought. “Glad to hear it! Would suck if I was dead. My big sister would probably never stop crying,” he said with a soft laugh. “Nah, not dead. Just super tired. School really messes with my sleep schedule.” He patted his pockets, checking for his wallet and phone. “Success! I survived, and I wasn’t mugged.”
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Waking up on a park bench wasn’t exactly ideal, but Reese always did have a habit of falling asleep anywhere. One minute he was studying his textbook, and the next he was asleep with his head on said textbook. “What? I totally wasn’t asleep,” he lied, looking around at his surroundings and stretching his arms above his head. “Nobody mugged me while I was out, right?” he asked the person next to him.
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Nodding her head as she listened Reese speak. “That’s nice that you and Rory hang out when you have the time. How are classes going for you?” Syria asked, trying to make this less awkward. “I’m … I’m alright,” she said with a shrug, “Classes keep me distracted.” Going to school was one of the things she looked forward to, not only did it get her away from home. But, it was one of the only places she didn’t feel like a failure.
Reese nodded, giving Syria a smile. “Classes are going okay, I guess. I’ve never really been all that smart, you know? But I’m getting by. They haven’t kicked me out yet, at least,” he said with a nervous laugh. His biggest insecurity was his intelligence, and his biggest fear was letting down the people he loved. Flunking school would definitely be letting them down. “Distractions are good. Better than...thinking about bad stuff, you know?”
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purplefrayedisaster:
Syria never thought that she would be crashing into Reese, she was shocked, to say the least. Shaking her head a little to recover from her shock. Syria tried to reply and not sound awkward. “Hey… umm… how have you been?” ‘Yup, this is defiantly not going to be awkward at all Syria’ She told herself.
Reese smiled, and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve been good. Just been hanging out with Rory, and working in between classes.” Things felt awkward, and he didn’t really want them to be. He had always been a friendly, and forgiving person. “How about you?” he asked, tossing his chips into the shopping cart. “Classes going okay?”
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moodboard: rory + reese. @notareesescup
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reese marshall moodboard! *・˖✦・* .
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purplefrayedisaster:
Syria had to admit to herself that it was nice being away from the house. Even though she was out only to complete some errands for her father. Which was getting something for dinner, though she didn’t know why he even bothered making her buy food and cook it. Every time she makes him something he’d tell her it was horrible. Sighing to herself as she tried not to think about what happened on father’s day. Instead, she continued reading the list he gave her. Wait did the list have mascara on it? Why did it…. Before she could finish her though Syria crashed into someone, knocking a few items out of their hands. “Oh, I am so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going and here let me pick that up for you…”
Reese had one goal when he stepped into the grocery store, and that was to fill his cart with as much junk food as possible. He was still in a funk about not seeing his dad on father’s day, so he wanted to binge eat some snacks, and watch some F.R.I.E.N.D.S on Netflix. He ran forward, then lifted his legs up, riding on the back of the cart which was weighed down with five bottles of root beer. When he spotted ketchup chips, he came to a halt, and ran over to grab some. “What the—” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before the person that had crashed into him was apologising. “Don’t worry about it! It’s only chips,” he said cheerily, and bent down to pick up his snacks. When he stood back up, he finally got a good look at the apologetic girl. “Oh! Hey!”
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#for scientific purposes
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