#MATHEW I LOVE YOU

[crazywolf828]

Matt getting so excited over the vest is very🥺

[frongle444]

paulkins

absolutely not procrastinating why would you think that

[qhostcaptain]

I absolutely adore the viking song in horrible histories, partly because they were all piss drunk while recording it

[katgeckost]

Smiley Barzy🥹❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[grvyrd-drms]

i am a new changed person (just got back from the front bottoms concert)

[tuff-ponyboy]

modern hcs for the gang

modern headcanons for the gang BUT WITH A TWIST 😱 they were still teenagers in the 60s!!

- darry: he turned 79 in january 2024! somehow the stress of the 1960s hasn't caught up to him yet bc he honestly thought he would be 6 feet underground by age 50 💀 soda and pony are surprised he's still hangin on, but happy nonetheless. darry and pony actually grew closer together after soda enlisted, and they realized they had more in common than they originally thought! pony, who once considered darry his biggest hater, now considers darry his biggest supporter 🤟🏽 darry’s widowed after his wife of 50 years passed away in 2020, but he has a couple of kids and a handful of grandchildren to keep him busy

- two-bit: he is not as lucky as darry – the years of drinking, smoking, and other forms of substance abuse caught up to him and he passed away in 2006, just a few months shy of turning 59. pony retorts he's surprised two wasn't gone by 1969, considering how dal’s and johnny’s deaths affected him. as of 2006, he left behind 4 ex-wives and 7 children. as of 2024, 2 more children have been found through ancestry.com 🤷🏽‍♀️

- steve plans to retire for the third time in 2024 when he is 76. he retired in 2014, but got too bored; he retired again in 2020, but once again was too bored. he got married to evie straight out of high school and will be celebrating 57 years of marriage this june. soda and his fam come over for dinner at their house every sunday night

- sodapop fell HARD and FAST with every person he met after sandy. poor boy’s been married 3 times, but he finally found the one! he married a slightly older woman in 1977 who had her own children from a previous relationship, but soda took them in like they were his own. along with his 2 stepchildren, they went on to have 2 more. soda loves his 9 grandkids he's such a good grandpa

- hinton said pony would've voted for Obama, so canonically ponyboy is a lib. SO IN MY HEAD he was very vocal during BLM!! ya know considering he watched his friend get shot to death by the police *uncomfortable smile*. right now I like to think pony was an activist but ask me again in like an hour and I might change my mind

[barzybabez]

His side profile>>>>>>>

[parttimesarah]

Yonderland 1x7 “The Heart of the Sun”

[spencerreidswhore187]

Checkmate (Part Three)

By @spencerreidswhore187 for @sackofpissandshit

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Summary: Spencer finds out that reader is not who he thought they were. (Lots of angst)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Unsub (g!n) Reader

Word Count: 2.6K

TW: Death, kidnapping, mentions of assault, hospitals, strong-ish language and Frank Kafka

A/N: Hi! Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, reblogged and followed Checkmate (Part one and two), it means the world to me. I ate like six Wispa chocolate bars (the superior chocolate) whilst writing this and I swear I have never typed so fast. I also, finally, proof read so yay!

“Reid-”

“You can’t stop me, Emily,” Spencer said, pulling the tubes out of his arms, indifferent to the pain, “I need to see them. I will see them.”

JJ tried to persuade him “This isn’t a movie or one of your novels, Spence please, y/n tried to kill you. You cannot see them.”

It was silent, the team avoiding making contact with Spencer and his bloodshot eyes and dishevelled hair. He looked insane when he spat “Don’t say their fucking name, I am going. We all know they won’t talk to anyone else.” You would have grinned, were you there. Spencer could have sworn he saw you throw your head back and laugh in the corner of the room. It was an ironic twist of fate, the way you’d both reacted to the truth. You had become soft and timid - growing a conscience and your Spence had grown twisted and harsh. 

Spencer hated himself for it but he wished you were with him.

Emily stood dumbfounded, she did not know what to expect when Spencer awoke but surely it was not this. This was not Spencer. Is this what love does to someone, she wondered.

Spencer was unrecognisable as he walked towards the exit of the monotonous hospital room, his face unreadable. Emily recalled the way it used to light up whenever your name was mentioned. 

Spencer paused in the doorway, looking over his shoulder, “

Emily would let him go - against protocol, or not - they both knew that. 

They needed you to talk and the only person you would speak with was Spencer.

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Agent David Rossi slammed his hands against the tables in frustration, “We know what you did, y/n. We have evidence,” you made no move to speak, “ you can either make a deal with us and tell us who you are working for or spend the rest of your life rotting in a cell.” 

Tara and Rossi took turns trying to interrogate you but you weren’t listening, you had forced yourself into the corner of your mind, reliving your favourite memories in a futile attempt to dull the throbbing pain in your heart.

It had been three years, eight months, two weeks and one day since you met Spencer Reid. You’d had left a meeting with Ben, black and blue because you had refused to kill a group of children whose worst crime had been staying up past their bedtime, and had gone straight to August.

August had been your first love and your third kill. When Ben had found out about them he had forced you to slit his wrists. 

You rested your head against his gravestone, crossed-legged and book in hand. It was late and you were exhausted but you could not bring yourself to leave - perhaps it was pure stubbornness: everyone had always left you so out of spite, you refused to leave them. Or maybe it was fate. If you had left you never would have met Spencer. 

“Yours,” You had read aloud, “now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now-”

“Yours,” a tall, brunette stranger interrupted. He was beautiful; he looked like you, broken. Alone might as well have been tattooed on his forehead. The stranger raised the book in his hand and you recognised the cover:

“Letters to Milena,” you had smiled. It was the same novel resting in your lap. He wore a matching smile on his face, it looked like the first time he had smiled in a while, it was certainly the first time you had.

He sat down at the grave next to August’s, the stone read ‘Maeve Donovan’. 

You extended your hand, “Y/N L/N. Hi.”

He took your cold hand in his, it was much larger but fitted in yours so comfortably, “Spencer Reid,” he replied. 

That night you talked for hours in the graveyard, eventually forgetting the reason you were both there to begin with.

When you got up to leave and return to the real world, he had grabbed your wrist, releasing it immediately and apologising profusely, a jolt of electricity had run up your arm, “I, er, maybe we could go out sometime…together…like an, um, date?” 

You had grinned, feeling alive for the first time in years. At that moment you weren’t Y/N, The Phantom Menace, you were just Y/N, someone who at long last believed in hope. 

You’d been alone in the dull interrogation room for around an hour when the door at last creaked open; there he stood. 

Spencer’s breath caught in his throat - how could you sit there looking so beautiful, like something he’d never seen. Perhaps you were a fallen angel, a plague on mankind. That’s the only explanation Spencer could concoct that would validate how someone as deadly as you could look so heavenly. 

He wanted to grab hold of your chin and press his lips against yours, he wanted to feel the warmth of your body pressed against his. This endless loop of thoughts made Spencer feel sick, he forced himself to remember who you are and what you’ve done. It didn’t matter though. 

You watched him analyse your face, maybe you were delusion or maybe he still cared and was checking to see whether you were hurt. Whether you were okay. You weren’t, neither of you were. 

You didn’t say anything as he slowly approached the steel table you were handcuffed to. You didn’t say anything as he took a seat across from you. You didn’t say anything as he reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

Soon the silence became unbearable for Spencer.

“You tried to kill me,” he whispered. 

You didn’t know how to respond. You hated that things would never be the same; you missed the way you would lie in bed and talk for hours, the mornings where you would drape yourselves across the sofa and race each other to finish the crossword first. 

“I’m sorry,” you replied, hesitantly. 

“That’s not good enough.” 

A tear, a lone bead, trailed down your cheek. You hated he could see you cry, you yearned to wipe your sorrows away. 

“Why are you here, Spence?”

He scoffed, “Oh, are we back to Spence now? When will you stop playing these games, y/n? You won. Is that what you want to hear,” his voice slowly raised into a shout, “Checkmate. You broke me.”

Spencer closed his eyes tightly, remembering how Garcia had told him you were the one who made the call. 

 “I need you to explain something to me.”

“Anything,” you breathed. 

“Tell me what you meant by ‘the men who kidnapped me.’” 

“Spencer-”

“Tell me,” he glowered, “and then we are done. You won’t ever have to see me again.” 

You choked back a sob, you had been injured, nearly killed, countless times by countless people but nothing hurt like this. Spencer ignored the tears streaming down your face and the way your voice shook as you finally spoke, it was so convincing and he knew if he let himself believe it, there would be no turning back. 

“When I was eight years old, I was walking home from school. My parents, well, they weren’t home much but it was my birthday and they had promised me that there would be this huge cake and lots of presents. I was so excited. I don’t know why. I was five minutes away from the house when a van pulled up beside me and these two men grabbed me and drove off. 

“They used to laugh at me. They would drink and stare at my tied-up body making jokes about how my parents told the police to stop looking for me after just a few hours of looking. They would tell me how easily I could be found if someone actually cared about me. 

“After a few years, they got bored of me and made me run errands for them. At first, it was drugs and then they would make me steal, rob small shops. If I didn’t then they would, um…” Spencer stared at the surface of the table, he didn’t think he’d be able to stop himself from uncuffing you and then escorting you out of the FBI building if he did.

You continued, “It was easier to do what they said. I thought that if they let me go far enough, maybe I would get caught. Anything…anything would have been better than being with Aidan and Steven Keith. At least that’s what I thought.” 

Spencer’s mind was racing with a thousand possibilities. He hates it when you cry, he hates it when you’re hurt, he sat frozen, not knowing what to do. 

“They got in, um, trouble with Be-the leader of this local gang. Some drug deal gone wrong I think. They tried to trade me as a gesture of good faith - I was seventeen. I killed Steven and thought I had escaped but they found me in an alley. 

“They started training me to be an assassin, sending me out to do their dirty work. I didn’t want to, at first, I swear it, Spencer. But then it became a way to disassociate. When I held that little blade I became a completely different person, it was the only way I could survive. I wanted to escape but I couldn’t get away from him.” Him? 

“And then…I met you.” 

Spencer remembered the day you brought him back to life in that graveyard. It had been two weeks since Meave died and he wasn’t sure what he expected when he went to visit her for the first time but it sure as hell wasn’t you. You were mesmerising. 

“After our second date I told, um, him that I was done. I told him I had money, I tried to give him everything in exchange for my freedom - a life with you, Spence, would have been worth it. He wouldn’t let me, though. We ended up meeting less and less frequently and I managed to convince him that there were worse ways to ruin his enemies' lives than death. 

“I thought I was done. I was happy, we were happy; I foolishly believed we could lead a normal life. 

“He told me five more people and then I was done. I did the jobs without hesitation, it’s not like they didn’t deserve it. 

“It was supposed to be our last meeting, earlier,” you weren’t aware of what time it was anymore, the hours just rolled into one another, “and he revealed my loving boyfriend had lied to me. That you were a profiler for the FBI. He didn’t give me a choice, I had to…I had to kill you.” 

Spencer couldn’t breathe. He forced himself to inhale, hold, and then exhale. He had more questions he needed answering. 

“So you did not kill Sheppard, Daugherty, Smith, Chen or that bastard Keith?”

“No.”

“Why should I believe you? Why should I believe anything you say?” He did know why he was being so harsh. It was like Spencer had become two different people and he was standing mute watching this cruel figure shout at the love of his life. He wished more than anything that you could just stop loving someone, and turn it off like a switch. Spencer feared he would love you forever. 

Mirroring your conversation earlier, he asked: “How did they end up dead then?” 

“I told you before, I don’t know.”

‘Then think!” 

“I can’t-shit.” The realisation hit you like a ton of bricks. It was Ben. He had lied to you - every life you thought you had spared, you had been wrong. He had been playing you the whole time. Perhaps you were a pawn after all. 

Spencer seemed to come to the same conclusion as you. 

“It was him, wasn’t it,” he asked.

There was no point lying, he knew your tell, you knew that, “yes.”

“What’s his name.” 

“I can’t-”

“I won’t let him hurt you y/n, sweetheart. If he comes after you, if he touches a hair on your pretty little head, I will kill him. And…I will sleep well.” He knew that it made him a hypocrite and no better than you but he didn’t care. The thought of someone hurting you made him feel nauseous. 

You whispered, “Ben. His name is Ben.”

With that, Spencer got out of his chair and went to open the door. He heard your voice call his name “Spence” from behind. 

He paused but he could not bring himself to turn around and face you.

You continued anyway, “Spencer, Spence, I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: ‘Come with me,’” Your voice cracked, you couldn’t disguise your sobs as you watched Spencer. “‘We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.’ Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.” 

You hoped Spencer would come back, you foolishly hoped he would hold you but you should have known by now that hope is a myth, a horrid, twisted lie. 

‘I love you, still. Always,” you promised the vacant room.

As he, at last, left the interrogation room, Spencer’s facade slipped - his composition crumbled. Heartbreaking, he leant against the door. He was exhausted from pretending that he didn’t care. As the tears started spilling down his cheeks, Spencer slid down the wall, drawing his knees up to his chest. Harsh sobs echo down the corridor. 

Why was it always him? Why couldn’t he live a perfect life for once - it didn’t even have to be perfect, it just needed you. 

By the time Spencer heard the voices of Emily and Rossi in the distance, he had already decided. He was going to find this ‘Ben’ and he was going to destroy him for what he did to you. 

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Ben scrubbed at the blood that stained his knuckles, intently watching his reflection in the mirror above the sink basin. 

He didn’t look away when he heard a gentle knock at the door, “enter,” he called. 

The new girl, Beth something, walked in, twisting a dark curl around her finger. 

“What?” He demanded. 

“Y/N’s been arrested, sir,” she said, “and the agent is still alive.”

 “Stupid bitch,” Ben scoffed, turning round to face the timid girl. 

“She was foolish enough to get arrested and keep her dickhead boyfriend alive? Did she think she’d get away with it or what? I should have gutted that brat when I had the chance.” 

Ben grinned at the thought, his rotting teeth on display. Beth took a subconscious step back at the putrid display. 

“How long will her sentence be?”

“For life, Sir.”

His nasally laugh engulfed the pair, “Good. Y/N’s fallen right into my trap - it’s all going to plan, Brittney,” the destruction Ben planned to bring excited him, “Checkmate.” 

A/N: Thank you for reading! Part four will be uploaded soon ◡̈

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[thewriterg]

♡︎𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲♡︎

pairing(s): Two Bit Matthews x gn!reader, Dallas Winston x twin!reader, Curtis Gang x reader

Summary: Dating Two-bit was a roller costar and it takes for you to step into a trap to finally snap watching the chaos in the Curtis household was the best revenge you could get.

Word count: 1.1k

Request(s): Can I request Curtis gang x reader where Y/N starts a prank war by drawing dicks on Two-Bit's back windshield with window chalk and not telling anyone they did it. —anon

Warning(s): Overprotective siblings, mentions of Slyvia, prank wars, sarcastic reader, kisses, pet names, and language

A/n:—GIFs aren’t mine— Okay so I just choose Gn reader bc this one didn’t specify and this was so fun to write! And ofc I put a little too much backstory into a simple image but that’s what makes me me lol

The stupid war had started with Steve and Soda something about Soda taking a part away from Steve’s car causing it to malfunction that you couldn’t be bothered to care about

Actually you were never one to care about such petty things such as the wars the boys had found their self finding being Dally’s sibling you were actually more alike than you both were willing to admit

Or even how you were both overly protective over one another Dally being twenty minutes older than you and didn’t quite let you forget it especially when you had revealed that you a Two-bit were in a relationship

Or even how you were both overly protective over one another Dally being twenty minutes older than you and didn’t quite let you forget it especially when you had revealed that you a Two-bit were in a relationship

But you were no different neither of you were ones to get in relationships and even when it came to your flings or one night-stands you didn’t let up and when it came to Slyvia breaking your brothers heart you didn’t take it lightly

Let’s just say things were damaged. Car windows smashed. Tires slashed. Houses were egged, tp’d, and spray painted. Just utter chaos but what more could you expect from a Winston

It took Dal some time to warm up to Two not because of the fact he didn’t know him but being in denial of one of the guys your guys dating his sibling

But you ended up having a heart to heart semi screaming match and Dally finally gave you both his blessing not that you were going to act as if your relationship depended on it you were stubborn. It was just you Winston way but it was still nice to have your brothers approval

Now you were here drawing some pretty good looking dicks on your boyfriends cars windshield in the early hours of the morning with some white a black chalk you had stole picked up from the Markets window that they used to advertise weekly sales

Now how you got yourself in this position was quite simple

💌💌💌💌

You were getting ready for work in the early hours of morning as everyone slept soundly in Curtis household everyone had slept over making themselves comfortable on the floor, sharing the couch, or even in Darry chair that wasn’t at comfortable as he claimed

You and Two-bit had shared the couch with many groans and complaints from Dally and Pony occasionally joining in on the teasing

Johnny and Ponyboy had shared his bed because Soda had insisted staying up with Steve to play Cards they made themselves a comfortable pallet fort of pillow Darry slept in his own bed per usual and blankets on the floor while Dallas slept in the recliner chair

You were the only one who had to go to work that day a quick four hour shift you had no one to cover now you and your brother usually got by with stealing, lying, very illegal car races, and plain ole betting’s

But you had took the fall for something your dear ole Dal had did and got the choice of five years probation with no drinking and smoking or you could get a part time legal job to show court records something about occupying the access free time you had on your hands that got you into trouble

But it was simple enough you were a cashier at the DX working with Steve and Soda you could care less about the job someone could come in the store threatening to burn it down while stealing every penny from the cash register and you would barely bat an eye

So you’d kiss Two bit on his forehead not one for PDA even if quite literally everyone around you were unconscious snores abruptly bouncing of the walls around the room you’d still settled for what you did before getting in the shower

Getting out you decided to clean up your appearance trimming the ends of your hair that Darry uses taking the access hair sweeping it I to the small trash can that sat next to the side of the sink

You grabbed the old blow dryer under the sink plugging it up into the socket next to the light switch you turned on the switch to be met with a face full of flour that indeed got into every nook and cranny you didn’t even know you had as the sound of the old door connected to the frames hinges got your attention for you to turn and look to get a full view of the living room your boyfriends mouth slightly agape as he along with a fraction of the gang slept peacefully as an idea sprung to your mind

So there you were drawing dicks on your boyfriends truck cracking a few eggs that began to sizzling in Tulsa’s morning heat for good measure before grabbing your bag and walking to work with a smirk on your face in a pep in your step

💌💌💌💌

Opening the door to Curtis household was quite a site to come home to it was only 2:30 in the afternoon still quite early to being seeing what you were

Everyone was in a bunch that formed a lopsided circle yelling and screaming at each other you couldn’t get clear words from the conversation but you didn’t have a rough time figuring what it was about

“What if Y/n/n did it?!? Their the ones up the earliest” Steve stated as all attention shifted toward you while you couldn’t help but roll your eyes

“Oh come on Randle! You’re so desperate to get out of it you’re gonna blame my girl/boy/significant other!? You know they stay out of our shit” Two bit defended you locked eyes with Steve

“And for your information Steven I woke up late this morning and wouldn’t have all that time to do whatever it is you’re talking about.” You added on you were a good liar, a great liar even most people would’ve slipped up and would’ve said something about Twos car but it was getting an oil change and some needed washing at the DX and not in the driveway

You sat on the end of the couch your spot everyone knew not to sit in watching as the gang argued in Chaos hell even Darry did a little hollerin to get his point across. The only who sat off the loop beside you was Johnny sighing for the fifth time In one hour

Being silent and deadly was sooo fun

[almondcroissantsandink]

i am halfway through YMATA and these two have not even met yet but this has been all i could think of

[qhostcaptain]

i love how jim just has a really funny nature to him and makes everyone absolutely corpse

(something about them as the guards……….mmm.)

[some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too]

hi i am re-entering into my outsiders era a bit so i have a lil request - the gang being friends w an art kid? like drawing and painting and sculpting and stuff

The boys with an art kid reader

A/N: i know the second req said hcs but i really wanted to write a little piece for this! also i’m in that mid-year phase where i want it to be christmas already so this is set at christmas. Y/N and Two-Bit are a bit of a thing cause i love two bit and i wanna write cute things with him so shush

Tags: fluff

Warnings: none!

It was Christmas eve at the Curtis house, the gang had a tradition of doing their gift-giving then rather than Christmas day so everyone could spend the day with their families, though they normally met up later in the day anyway. “Woah Y/N this is amazing!” ponyboy stared in awe of the bookmark y/n made for him with a sunset painted on it with watercolour. “I’m glad you like it.” Y/N gave Pony a warm smile and handed a bigger package to Darry. He opened it and smiled to himself. “A new baking bowl! just what i needed!” Soda laughed. “Grandma Dar and his baking.” Darry set the bowl down carefully far away from them so it wouldn’t get broken before pulling Sodapop into a headlock. “i won’t make you cookies no more then, see how you like that!” The two wrestled on the ground before Soda gave up. Y/N laughed and handed presents to the rest of the gang.

Johnny gasped when he opened his present. Dally looked over at him and could’ve sworn he was close to tears. “Y/N this is beautiful.” He looked at the small piece of paper in his hand. it was a pencil drawing of all the gang together, it was small enough to fit into a wallet, which y/n knew johnny carried around because all the gang had pitched in to buy it for his birthday. Y/N smiled but was interrupted before they could say anything by soda stomping his feet. Y/N had made him a watercolour painting of a horse, he recognised who it was right away. it was his horse, mickey mouse. “Y/N how did you get this!!” He was also close to tears but he was smiling from ear to ear. “well it’s a long story, yknow the way my parents own a ranch? well they somehow knew who bought mickey mouse all those years ago and i got in contact with them. i went to their ranch about 4 hours drive away. obviously i didn’t have the money to buy him off the rancher but i got a picture and painted it, that way you’ll always have him.” Y/N smiled. in reality mickey mouse had died about two years ago and that was just a picture the farmer had but Sodapop didn’t have to know that.

Dally opened his gift. “what is it?” Dally looked confused. Y/N laughed. “They’re fingerless gloves, crocheted. that way your hands might be slightly warmer than ice like they normally are, but you can still have full use of your hands cause let’s be honest the fingers are always annoying in gloves.” Dally smiled, he’d never admit it, but he appreciated the thought. “Y/N! This is so cool!” Y/N looked at him and smiled. Steve held up a sleeveless denim jacket with the back panel painted black with “you can’t handle the randle” painted on in big red letters and fire painted at the bottom. The front had little embroideries on it too. all things that meant something to Steve. “Glad you like it!”

“You’re so talented Y/N! But uh- where’s my present?” Two-Bit chuckled, he’d been surprisingly quiet up until now. Y/N gasped “Oh shit. i forgot your present.” They laughed about it and Y/N promised to give it to him the next day. After a while Two-Bit went out to the front porch to smoke a cigarette and Y/N followed him a few minutes later. Once they knew the two of them were alone they turned to Two-Bit. “I didn’t forget your present, i just wanted to give it to you away from the others.” They pulled a small box out of their pocket. it had red wrapping paper and black ribbon on it. Two-Bit took it from them and opened it carefully. Inside was a ring with ‘i love you’ engraved on the inside. On the outside intricate patterns were also engraved, but it didn’t look too busy or cluttered, just pretty and detailed. “i didn’t make this one, but i designed it” Two-Bit put it on and when he rubbed his thumb along the surface he realised it could spin. he played with it for a moment before Y/N spoke again. “it helps to calm you down or distract you when, y’know-” Two-Bit nodded. Y/N knew he struggled with anxiety, all the gang did to a degree, but he had it the worst by far. “it’s beautiful darlin, it really is. Thank you.” Two-Bit hugged Y/N before looking around to see if anyone was there. when he was sure there wasn’t he gave them a quick kiss. none of the boys knew about the two of them, and they don’t want any of them finding out this way. “Happy christmas my love.” Y/N whispered. “Happy christmas.” Two replied, smiling to himself.

[readingbythestreetlights]

they <33 (yes i have scanned the whole draft for moments of them talking—be prepared for many many gifsets to follow)

[baynton]

thomas thorne in every episode -> 1.01

[brokenanxiety]

mat with something more than a one word answer. love to see it. also the tucked in shirt give major wresting team vibes for some reason. someone please tell me they see it too. i think its also the veins on the arms that really does it too. and as per usual, i am looking so disrespectfully at his arms.