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He’s surrounded by utter chaos. Limbs heavy, unsure, pushed around by larger members of the crowd. He’s swaying, swaying like he’s about to collapse, hit the dance floor and get stomped on by hundreds of sweaty bodies. He feels ill, and what scares him the most is the fact he has never, ever felt this way before. He tries to push his way out of the crowd, neon lights blinding, causing his head to spin. Stumbling, he’s getting somewhere. Pushed from one person to another, he wanders towards the backdoor of the club. He genuinely doesn’t believe he’ll make it. Every movement is a trigger, each step suggests he should just pass out. But eventually, he’s there. Barely, he manages to push the door open, the chilling air hitting him all at once. He’s shaking, trembling–– well, that’s what you get for losing your shirt –– but he’s finally out of that hellhole. Much more isn’t needed. He gives in, letting his body drop to the ground. 

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marty roosevelt; 18+ aesthetic board. 

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mickeyknowlesbest:

Great, another idiot. Judging from his mannerisms, Mickey knew that the boy had to be nervous and confused. He tried to bring himself to care but he was already annoyed. He rose to his finger and quickly snatched the paper note out of the male’s hand. He let his eyes dance over the words for a few seconds before crumbling the note into a ball. “Are you stupid or just an easy target? It’s a prank. Why would you come to a dorm to pick up fabric? Did you even think before you entered the dormitory?” He asked, his tone both harsh and cold. He knew he was probably being an asshole at this point but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

The abrupt movements nearly caused Marty to jump back. He brought his eyes to meet the other’s. “I thought—” he began, searching for words, struggling. Thought what? For a split second he was torn between wanting to explain himself, mention how this was a new delivery and that he thought that maybe, just maybe the other was the exact person he was supposed to be picking it up from. He didn’t say any of those things. Once again his gaze dropped to the ground. He cleared his throat. “Okay— it’s clearly a misunderstanding. You really don’t need to be a huge sack of shit about it.” he mumbled, before even realizing what he had said. But hey, no matter how much he wanted to weep right now— there was no going back.

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literallyeros:

Hair slightly messy with a sweat beaming down his forehead, Eros opened up the chest of props that he’d carry back to his apartment after the rehearsal. Pulling out a tiara, he placed it on his head and gave a small smirk. “You shall refer to me as your queen.” Bending down to pull out a plastic sword from the ever-growing collection and pointing it at the other with a jokingly menacing stance, his facial reaction changed to something out of the movie 300. “Or we shall engage in duel!” Eros chuckled, his ‘war face’ soon changing to a very endearing smile.

He took a small step backwards, arms raising slightly above his head. “Is that so?” with a playful smirk he carefully looks the other up and down. “Surely, you wouldn’t dare attack an unarmed villager, such as myself. That ain’t a worthy rival — ain’t nothing but a cold blooded victory, served on a silver platter. Have honor, kind mortal.” he challenged. 

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Text: Open

Zahra: So got any plans for tomorrow?

Zahra: Because I need some ideas.

marty: Going to a show @ 8 !

marty: We could meet afterwards, or you could come with me :)

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setheldridges:

It wasn’t like Seth to drink to excess. The blond was generally one to be overly cautious, always wanting to be fully aware of a situation and privy to consequences of his or anyone else’s actions. For some reason, he always felt a bit selfish when he drank, as if his own drunken state would be a disservice to everyone around him. But regardless of his reservations, Seth was human and occasionally, humans (especially those wound so tightly) needed release. So, it was really no surprise that he’d found himself slamming back margaritas like he was paying homage to Jimmy Buffett. Crystalline blue eyes widening as he spotted a figure approaching, Seth let out a small gasp when he took in the sight of them. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” he questioned, raising his hand to quiet the other’s response. “I mean, I know there’s so much more to you than just your appearance and that you’re a complex multi-faceted life form who’s got their own dreams and ambitions and wants and reducing you to one simple adjective may be perceived as insulting and over-simplistic, but holy shit, you look really great and I just had to tell you,” the blond rambled, a megawatt grin dominating his features before he covered his face with his free hand, suddenly bashful at the realization of just how much he’d said. “I’m…drunk. Forgive me.”

His friends were quick to leave him behind when he stopped in his tracks to let out a couple of stutters at the first unexpected compliment. Marty suddenly found himself standing in the middle of the room, all alone, with this guy saying really nice things to him out of sudden. Unsure of what to do, he decided to lay low, not wanting to drag anymore attention to himself, and awkwardly took a seat on the couch next to the other. “Um, t-thank you? That’s very kind of you, to say that—” for a moment he’s empty, but then a thought comes to mind. Naturally, he goes with it. “Here you go.” he offers his cup of water. ‘Cause, like, water is good for you when you’re drunk, right? Marty clears his throat, eyes resting on the other, before awkwardly moving away. “You’re not bad.. either— not at all. I’m fond of your features. Um— good job.”

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mickeyknowlesbest:

“Look, do me a huge favor…pick up whatever it is you came to get and exit stage left.” Mickey turned his attention back to his phone as he resumed scrolling through the messages on his Grindr app. He felt like there were a pair of eyes burning a hole right through him and it caused him to let out a dramatic sigh. It seems like he was always being wrapped up in something that had nothing to do with him. “Alright, I can feel your eyes burning a hole through my chest…” He paused, locking his phone screen and shifting his back to the doorway. “What? What do you want?”

Oh. Oh God. There’s no point in looking away now — he’s already been exposed, yet he can’t help but focus his terrified gaze on the ground. Fingers awkwardly play with each other, tangle, before disappearing into the pockets of his coat. “Sorry! Sorry, uh — sorry.” whoa, that’s a lot, Marty. “I’m here to pick up some fabric?” a hand pulls out a piece of paper. “I was told to come.. down here— this, uh— this room?” he trails of awkwardly, proceeding to show the male the paper note, before realizing the other probably didn’t give a damn. 

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is there anybody here you could see yourself dating?

“Uh, not.. right now, but.. in the future, maybe–– if we’d click, then yes, perhaps? 

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hottest lockwood boys?

"Oh. There are plenty good looking–– gentlemen around here. No one.. specific comes to mind.”

“ @lndwigs , @blknox, @cuiserene , @literallyeros “

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What's your definition of "love"?

"Um, I, uh–– I like to think love’s when you feel.. comfortable just being–– doing whatever it is that you’re doing. Being passionate about the topic, but just the right amount, you know? I-I have this.. idea.. that love should be wholesome. I’m, um, I’m rambling, aren’t I? It’s kind of.. common sense, I suppose. All I said.” 

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pick two other lockwood students to join you for your dream threesome

"Oh? Oh. Um, no, sorry, I-I'd like to.. not.. do that.” 

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virgin?

"I’m, uh— s-sort of?” 

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three people you would take to a deserted island? from lockwood or not

"Um— my sisters, and Miss Rei Kawakubo, please.”

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where do you see yourself in ten years?

"Settled down, with a degree, two cats. I’d like to find myself in the fashion industry— move to Paris, perhaps?” 

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dannyxortega:

Danny almost pleaded with his eyes when Marty motioned towards the door, a smile quickly wiping his desperate glance away as the other agreed. “Thank you! Thank you so much! Oh my god, you’re a life-saver.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, leading them to his booth. “I’ve been sitting here for two hours… waiting for my date to show up… and well-.. he didn’t so-… I’ve been too embarrassed to leave..”

He followed his friend to the booth, where he tried to comfortably slide into the seat, but obviously had to nearly trip over own legs, making the simple action alone look awkward. He cleared his throat, and with eyes resting on the other reached out for the bottle of water. Carefully, he filled up their glasses, small smile resting on his lips. Such a gentleman move that was. “Oh. Oh, no, Danny— I’m sorry.” he couldn’t exactly relate, as dating wasn’t an overly familiar concept to Marty, but— that must’ve really sucked. “You’re worth more than whiplashed nitwits from Tinder.”