prkrc

[prkrc]

imessage ↬ bro 🤟

mason: and?

parker: and

parker: that never ends well

parker: /never/ dude

[prkrc]

imessage ↬ bro 🤟

mason: "how you and lav get" lol okay

mason: who reese or lav?

mason: its not a big deal dude its not like either of them are my actual girlfriends

mason: chill it's not like that

parker: yeah but actual girlfriends or not we're still talking about you juggling two chicks at once

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𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖 ➣ parker

lavender: oh shit he probably won't like that

lavender: can't let all your aggression out on a trumpet

parker: that's why you've gotta be the one to tell him

parker: or millie

parker: i think he likes the two of you best

[prkrc]

imessage ↬ bro 🤟

mason: what doesn't? me not remembering? i don't remember shit you know i'm never fucking sober

parker: no

parker: i mean, you know how you and lav get

parker: and now she might think you're with someone else

parker: while you're acting like you're her fucking boyfriend or something

[prkrc]

imessage ↬ bro 🤟

mason: i know

mason: uhhh idk? maybe? i can't remember if i told her or not

parker: that doesn't sound good, mate

[prkrc]

imessage ↬ bro 🤟

Mason: who’s reese?

mason: of course I haven’t forgotten dickhead

parker: 🙄🙄🙄🙄

parker: you're fucking hilarious

parker: does lav know that you're just "dating" reese and not actually dating her?

[prkrc]

imessage ↬ bro 🤟

mason: what?

parker: did you forget that you're supposed to be "dating" reese?

[prkrc]

𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖 ➣ parker

lavender: i will GLADLY learn how to play the vihuela

lavender: i learned how to play bass i can do anything

parker: wanna be the one to tell mase that he's on the trumpet now?

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imessage ↬ bro 🤟

mason: it was just some bullshit with this prick hitting on lavender and wasn't leaving her the fuck alone

mason: i saw her at a club and this dude was sleazy as fuck

parker: lavender?

parker: seriously dude

[prkrc]

imessage ↬ bro 🤟

mason: people keep pissing me off and my hand hurts i think its broken again

parker: wait

parker: you got into a fucking fight?

parker: with who?

parker: why the fuck wasn't i there?

[prkrc]

imessage ↬ bro 🤟

mason: cool

mason: idk just in a bad fucking mood

parker: about what?

[prkrc]

𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖 ➣ parker

lavender: someone asked what kind of music we make and idk why but screamo mariachi was the first thing that came to mind

lavender: sorry but we're a screamo mariachi band now no take backs ://

parker: no need to apologize

parker: /you're/ the one who's gonna have to learn how to play the vihuela now

[prkrc]

imessage ↬ bro 🤟

mason: bruv

mason: busy tonight?

mason: i need a distraction

mason: im fucking livid

parker: hey mate

parker: nah we can hang out

parker: what the fuck are you talking about?

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reesehqs‌: 

—— song based starters ; ᴅᴏ ʀᴇ ᴍɪ by ʙʟᴀᴄᴋʙᴇᴀʀ ——— @prkrc

reese: if i murder mason, i’ll be your new drummer xx

parker: what’s with you two parker: it’s like you can’t stand each other but when i ask why, neither of you can give me an actual answer parker: at least, i know that mase can’t

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text: r-squared

rylee: there is, it's a big ass market along with brushes.

rylee: parker? you telling me you don't wear red lipstick??

parker: brushes...for the eye wigs?

parker: that's weird as fuck, ry

parker: i could never pull it off like 90s courtney love so why bother?

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unluckieds‌: 

rian    hadn’t    heard    about    riley’s    motorcycle    accident    until    after    he’d    gotten    back    and    turned    on    his    cellphone    only    to    be    bombarded    by    texts    from    coworkers    asking    about    a    twin    that    he’d    never    mentioned.    and    to    say    rian    and    riley    aren’t    close    would    be    an    understatement     ──     but    the    only    thing    that    can    describe    the    way    his    heart    stayed    lodged    into    his    throat    until    he    found    out    riley    was    alive    and    well    can    only    reluctantly    be    described    as    something    akin    to    brotherly    love.    rian    can    say    with    certainty    that    it’s    not    something    he’s    familiar    with.    he    knows    that    he’s    the    last    person    riley    wants    to    see    so    he    doesn’t    make    a    special    trip    back    to    new    york    just    to    check    on    him,    but    he    does    make    sure    a    trip    to    riley’s    place    is    high    on    his    priority    list.    rian’s    nervous.    he    can’t    even    remember    the    last    time    the    two    of    them    had    a    conversation    that    almost    escalated    into    an    fight    -    physical   or verbal    -    but    he    really,    really    wants    to    make    sure    riley’s    okay    with    his    own    two    eyes.    when    the    door    opens    to    reveal    an    identical,    glowering    face,    rian    wants    to    say    something    like:    are    you    okay    ?    or    i    really    need    you    to    not    die,    please    be    more    careful;    but    the    only    thing    he    can    say    after    glancing    at    the    mess    that    is    riley’s    stitches    is    an   incredulous,   “   jesus    christ,    riley,    have    you    been    taking    care    of    that    at    all    ?    ”    /    closed    starter    for    @prkrc !

it was, perhaps, the one facet of being raised like he was that gelled with his self - destructive tendencies. parker doesn’t know how to take care of himself. he can throw together a few meals, keep himself clean, and fix his own leaking pipes, but there are far more basic concepts than those that he struggles to grasp. the enormous cut on the left side of his forehead spans from his hairline to just above his eyebrow. once it was sewn up and covered with a bandage, he figured that was it. sure, there was some prescription the doctor wrote for him that he never got filled, and there were those follow up appointments that he skipped out on to sleep in or to drink with mason or because he just didn’t feel like going. “i went to the hospital.” parker scowled so that he wouldn’t wince when he opened the door to his apartment and rian, of all people, instantly began to fuss over him. “and everyone thought i was you until i opened my mouth.” he lifted a hand to the bandage, which by now looked more like a shred of gauze hanging from medical tape that was beginning to curl at the edges. he was planning to take it off when the cut beneath it stopped hurting, which hadn’t happened yet. “what the fuck are you doing here?” his gaze narrowed at rian as he scoffed. “all of that shit people say about twins being able to feel each other’s pain is fake and even if it wasn’t, my head injury wasn’t severe enough to trick me into thinking that i wanted to talk to you.”

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text: r-squared

rylee: dude, more than a pretty face.

rylee: well we've been developing some new false eyelashes

rylee: working on some mattes, but believe it or not a good red is a staple in everyones make up bag.

parker: never said you weren't

parker: ah. i didn't know there was such a big market for eye wigs

parker: not if you don't wear red lipstick it's not