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Next Year | Two Door Cinema Club

saying I’ll be home for next year, darling i’ll be home for next year

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@lumiotxt requested an aesthetics!board for Calem and Serena ||

hope u like

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barista: haha you said you want 3 shots of expresso? Lol haha might as well try cocaine. well I’m fresh out Rebecca so just pour my fucking coffee

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Gotta get back, gotta get free Come back down to my knees Be like them, lean back and breathe

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aesthetic meme!

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It’s what you do This pulls me through I come alive You stay all night

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The Smashing Pumpkins - Tonight, Tonight 

Time is never time at all You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth And our lives are forever changed We will never be the same The more you change the less you feel Believe, believe in me, believe

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X/Y available!

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got to be kitten me || calem & sylvia

Compared to the temperate climate of Kalos, Unova was a definite shock. Especially in the Summer. Surrounded by a swarm of bodies that clamored in a language foreign to his ears, he dredged along, desperately seeking out refuge from the merciless sun. Ever since he had arrived in Driftveil, there was nary a cloud in the sky, rendering the atmosphere positively unbearable. The teen, who generally embraced the layered look, fanned himself fervently with a brochure he’d picked up from one of the city’s several vendors. Large, ostentatious sunglasses shielding his face, he had long ago discarded a navy flannel and was now clad in a black tee that clung to his thin frame, damp with perspiration. For someone that highly valued his appearance, he felt positively abhorrent, but continued nonetheless, his strides markedly hurried compared to his typical, languid gait. 

“Just a bit longer, Tou’. There’s gotta be something around here,” he murmured aloud, his height allowing him to peer over the swarm of patrons as he held tight to the bundle wrapped in the discarded shirt. A nearly indistinguishable mew sounded in response to his words, the tiny black nose of a Meowstic poking out to peer up at its trainer. Looking down, a frown immediately manifested on the brunette’s face. The creature, whose wide, unblinking eyes typically held a vibrant curiosity, now appeared absolutely sullen, its emerald gaze lowered in a sickly fashion. He could feel the heat emanating from the psychic type, yet kept the shirt wrapped around its small frame, hoping that its own sweat may help cool it down. Silently scolding himself for thinking that the feline could adapt so easily from one climate to the next, he stopped momentarily, feeling fatigued himself. The sun seemed to rise off the pavement in waves, causing images of the marketplace and its colorful array of booths to distort in a nauseating pattern. He had to act fast. The duo was in quite the predicament, as the local Pokemon Center was at maximum capacity due to similar cases of heat related illness. Usually he’d go for more orthodox remedies, but desperate times called for desperate measures… Eyes focusing on a more modest looking booth, he squinted, noting the various iridescent stones and oddities on display. About to dismiss it as yet another trinket kiosk, he faltered at a sign advertising natural remedies. Realizing what it said, he immediately hurried over in swift desperation, extending the cat for the girl behind the counter to observe.

 “Pardon, but I saw your sign. I know it’s a weird request, but do you have anything for heat? I’m desperate,” he claimed, lowering his glasses so that his earnestness was better perceived. “We don’t, uh, get heat like this where I’m from, so I’m kinda at a loss,” he explained. It was always uncomfortable for Calem to ask for assistance, the trainer honing a special case of impenetrable, stubborn pride. But if it came down to it, he’d take any sort of discomfort in exchange for his companion’s well being.

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kalosiantxt‌:

It was no surprise that Serena had opted to make her own costume, and no surprise that she had perhaps taken on too much. The keen eye for detail, was something she was known for. Anonymity was what she was aiming for, so she had to tone down her original plan. To have anything that was more than a costume, was a dead give away. For a short moment, she considered the cheap Nurse Joy, or Officer Jenny get up. 

Vetoed.

Squeezing into a corset was the worst part of the whole costume, yet it was the first thing she decided on. The rest came to her in the moment, and thus gave birth to the best costume she had ever made. She figured that was the one thing that Lysandre did, that benefited her.

If his fumbling words appeared rife with cracks in their confidence, that small giggle immediately sealed every crevice. It was a foreign, musical sound, not akin to the usual eyerolls or slaps on the arm that his charms usually afforded. A crooked, impish grin slowly grew upon his boyish features, dark eyes focused on the girl in crimson as she explained her reasons for choosing her unusual muse.   

“Completely fierce? I’ll be sure to watch my back, then,” he responded, punctuating his words with a swift, nearly indistinguishable wink from behind the iridescent mask. “I can appreciate it, though. Yveltal suits you.” He rocked back on his heels at her question, one hand placed casually in the pocket of the outfit’s navy slacks as he considered a safe answer, eyes fastened on the ceiling where lights cast wild and kaleidoscopic patterns. His initial instinct was to offer a dismissive and nonchalant answer, as was typically his style. He never enjoyed the feeling of being vulnerable, and therefore always ended up being the listening ear. However, glancing around the room and taking in the sea of anonymous faces and feeling the music that reverberated powerfully off the walls into his chest, he suddenly didn’t feel the need. Perhaps it was the wine already speaking, but the stranger before him was the first opportunity he’d had in a while to stop pretending. “Yeah, I try to never stay in one place for long,” he began, looking back down at the blonde. “I’ve been in northern Sinnoh for the past few months, and honestly I had no reason to be,” he shrugged, a small smile on his lips. “It’s just weird to me, everyone wants to be here in Lumiose. You go anywhere else, they’re obsessed with this city, the lights, the Tower.” Looking away for a moment, he continued. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful. But there’s so much more out there. Yeah, you don’t have the best coffee in the world or high end boutiques, but you trade those for mountains and the ocean as far as you can see.” He looked back at her, appearing earnest. “But it’s easy to feel trapped here sometimes, you can’t help but stay. Especially when everyone’s telling you it’s the center of the world.” Realizing that he’d gone off on somewhat of a tangent, he smiled sheepishly, pushing a lock of hair out of his eyes. “Anyway, enough about me. What’s your story? Kinda strange to see a girl like you here all alone.”

undisclosed || calem & serena

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VR Aesthetics ; Calem

{ the caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still }

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you wanna know me well what’s to know? do i amuse you when the night is slow?

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( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do. BUT WAIT THERES MORE from serena

Having almost scaled to the second story of an upper class, inner city apartment that was nearly the opposite of his makeshift one bedroom, he threw a single pebble at a window shrouded in taffeta curtains. A golden light emanated from within, giving him some modicum of hope that his venture wasn’t in vain.[ To: Neighbor ] knock knock [ To: Neighbor ] pls open ur window [ To: Neighbor ] i don’t rly want the cops called again[ To: Neighbor ] i’ll be ur listening ear for as long as u’ll have me [ To: Neighbor ] I’ll even let u lean on my shoulder[ To: Neighbor ] u kno since ur so in love with me (¬‿¬)

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( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu from serena

It was midnight on a Saturday; not particularly late for a city that never slept. Regardless, the soul crushing pressure of an unknown future weighed on him particularly hard that night, as it tended to do. He wasn’t out and about the streets, distracting himself with whatever strange new hobby piqued his interest. No, instead he sat by a window, peering down upon the streets below as night washed over the metropolis. A pair of headphones covered his ears, obscuring any intrusive thoughts as he lost himself in the cacophony. The music was so loud, in fact, that he wouldn’t have noticed a vibration had the phone not been perched on the sill. Picking it up with initial disinterest, his pulse quickened as he read the name on the screen.

“Must be bored,” he muttered, opening it. He was not at all prepared for the content of the message.

Taking a deep breath, he began to tentatively type back. Something was up. The true antithesis to himself, Serena was so responsible; this was unlike her.

[ To: Neighbor ] so uh[ To: Neighbor ] as much as i want to totally blackmail u with this later[ To: Neighbor ] are u ok?[ To: Neighbor ] is it ur dad again?[ To: Neighbor ] he already doesn’t like me so I’m definitely not opposed to kicking his ass[ To: Neighbor ] see u soon

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( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed - from vee

He was perched upon a hand-me-down recliner, leaned forward intently as the contestants on The Great Kalosian Bake Off were about to submit their polished versions of éclairs au chocolat. It was down to two contestants: the underdog chef Jean posed against the trust fund prodigy Emilie, posed in a sudden death of culinary prestige. Gripping the poor Meowstic that squirmed in his arms, he narrowed his eyes as a judge mulled over Emilie’s concoction.“Oh, come on! Her frosting was so bland and unoriginal! We all know who the real winner should be!” he protested, clearly offended.

Just then, his cell phone buzzed conspicuously on the table beside him. Eyes shifting wildly, he glanced down and picked it up in a flurry. “This better be important.”

And it was. A true tragedy, delivered for him to answer by the culinary gods themselves. Regardless of the fact that he had no idea who the stranger was, he typed hurriedly. This was a life or death situation.

✉️ [ To: ???? ] im cryin ✉️ [ To: ???? ] quick what’s ur address✉️ [ To: ???? ] i will make u the best goddamn pizza u’ve ever tasted✉️ [ To: ???? ] my whole life has come to this ಥ_ಥ

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TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.

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