#& ㅤ * ㅤ where went that billion dollar smileㅤ ╰ ㅤ ♡ㅤ arc two.

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& ㅤ * ㅤ maybe   i’m   not   ;   all   that   you   thought ㅤ ╰ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ out.

& ㅤ * ㅤ dear   friend   ;   how   have   you   beenㅤ ╰ ㅤ ♡ㅤ about.

& ㅤ * ㅤ can’t   you   see   what   was   different   thenㅤ ╰ ㅤ ♡ㅤ images.

& ㅤ * ㅤ that   nervous   breath   you   try   to   hideㅤ ╰ ㅤ ♡ㅤ arc one.

& ㅤ * ㅤ where   went   that   billion   dollar   smileㅤ ╰ ㅤ ♡ㅤ arc two.

& ㅤ * ㅤ that   trembling   tender   little   sighㅤ ╰ ㅤ ♡ㅤ arc three.

& ㅤ * ㅤ a   genius   of   love   and   lonelinessㅤ ╰ ㅤ ♡ㅤ arc four.

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@nelscn gets a plotted starter

Dustin didn’t actually have a plan for where he was driving. Maybe one of them had mentioned food at some point, but he wasn’t really driving in any specific direction. Just far, far away from the school, and from practice, and from what would inevitably come after it all. Yeah, no. He wasn’t a fucking fan.

Eventually, he ends up pulling over somewhere. Not an actual place, maybe, just a little spot on the side of an empty road where he could actually breathe. Had he been doing that the entire time they were driving? He can’t even really remember.

The car is still running, because he hasn’t really figured out what he’s doing. Fingers tap against the steering wheel, and tears burn at the edges of his eyes. “Fuck. I just…” Silence the whole ride here. And the reason he hasn’t spoken is obvious: it only comes with more tears. “I fucking hate Harry sometimes.”

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@porcelainperformer gets a plotted thing

He’s trying really, really hard not to blink, but such a task is nearly impossible. And then he blinks, and he makes a little annoyed noise, maybe so that he can beat Kurt to the punch. “I don’t understand. Do you do this every day? Do you like… Are you sure you’re not like, superhuman?” A lot more blinking. Yeah, he’s basically ruined it, hasn’t he?

He adjusts the way that he’s sitting, though, he knows he’s not sure he’s supposed to do that either. There’s this little grin that he offers, because despite all of the sitting still he’s failing to do, he still is having a good time. He’d like that much to be clear. “How does it look? Did I like… ruin the whole thing?” Now he vaguely gestures to his face. He hasn’t been able to look, so he’s been trying to figure it all out just based on feeling. But he has absolutely no idea what it looks like.

Still, hands end up under his chin. “How do I look?”

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tag drop

& ㅤ * ㅤ maybe   i’m   not   ;   all   that   you   thought ㅤ ╰ ㅤ ♡ ㅤ out.

& ㅤ * ㅤ dear   friend   ;   how   have   you   beenㅤ ╰ ㅤ ♡ㅤ about.

& ㅤ * ㅤ can’t   you   see   what   was   different   thenㅤ ╰ ㅤ ♡ㅤ images.

& ㅤ * ㅤ that   nervous   breath   you   try   to   hideㅤ ╰ ㅤ ♡ㅤ arc one.

& ㅤ * ㅤ where   went   that   billion   dollar   smileㅤ ╰ ㅤ ♡ㅤ arc two.

& ㅤ * ㅤ that   trembling   tender   little   sighㅤ ╰ ㅤ ♡ㅤ arc three.

& ㅤ * ㅤ a   genius   of   love   and   lonelinessㅤ ╰ ㅤ ♡ㅤ arc four.