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imessage 📲 finn 😎

finnegan: my receding hairline’s getting worst, son

finnegan: i need those shampoo shit that gets my hair thick

finnegan: this bullshit is stressing me out

finnegan: your mom’s beside me rn so i’m good, don’t need anything rn but her 💕

thatcher: coconut oil fixes everything, maybe give that a try ??

thatcher: i think u have every reason to be stressed by it

thatcher: sux that it's still going on like this

thatcher: u guys are so cute :) what did u guys do ?? watch any movies or anything ?

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imessage 📲 finn 😎

thatcher: hi dad hope ur ok

thatcher: i don't like this drama

thatcher: but i hope u know i'm here for u and crim always

thatcher: cos i am

thatcher: love u mate i'm here if u need anything xx

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@thatchseymour: i'm usually switzerland

@thatchseymour: but i think there's a line that shouldn't be crossed sometimes

@thatchseymour: this is one of those times

@thatchseymour: the line has been crossed

@thatchseymour: enough is enough thanks for listening x

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rosie: it’s happened, i have finally given birth. rosie: meet my son rosie: and help me name him while you’re at it

thatcher: GFHDFJGD OH MY GOD HE’S SO CUTE thatcher: i love him so much already ^-^ thatcher: what names are u considering ? thatcher: btw i think puppy play dates r a must 

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connorlavande :

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he sat on thatcher’s bed, book in hand as he read through the book he had let gather dust in his backpack. there was so much time for him to have read it, but he hadn’t. there were too many things on his mind for him to focus on a story, to properly take everything in. now was no exception. he hadn’t seen thatcher in over a week and all he could think about was his best friend. when the door opened, and thatcher finally walked in from class, connor sat up in his bed. “finally.”

his best friend had been on his mind all week. it was never easy, this kind of thing. thatcher had been there as a young boy. he was beyond restless knowing that there was only so much he could do to help, especially being so far away. connor had been by his side during everything with his mom when they were kids, all he wanted was to repay the favour— be there. a sigh left his lips as he swung his bedroom door open, slipping inside and closing it behind himself. what he wasn’t expecting was connor’s voice. whipping around, blue eyes wide and jaw hanging open, he then broke into a smile, one of mixed relief and joy. “con, you’re back,” dropping his bag on the floor, he sat on the bed and instantly wrapped his arms around his friend. “i missed you. so so so much.”

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RT @crimcooper: & go ahead and demote me. then I’ll have more time to hang out with my boyfriend. bye. @liacarter

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@thatchseymour: i love my friend, crum

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barnesadeline :

it was late; way too late for adeline to still be in the orchestra room, hunched over the piano. she only need a few more seconds and then her latest song would be complete, but she just couldn’t seem to figure out the right chord. her fingers danced over the black and white keys, but nothing seemed to sound right. she groaned in frustration and pushed her hair out of her face, trying to calm herself down. “come on adeline, it shouldn’t be this hard,” she muttered to herself, scribbling a note onto her sheet music. she was so engulfed in her music that she didn’t even hear the door open until it was too late, “i’m sorry i know i shouldn’t be in here this late. i’m almost done i swear,” she mumbled until she looked up and saw who standing at the door, “oh, it’s just you.”

the orchestra room was one that thatcher spent a lot of his time in. being a music major and a member of the music club, the room, at this point, felt like a second home. late night ventures there weren’t out of the ordinary. more often than not, it was empty, which he took solace in. it gave him the opportunity to do what he loved in solitude, without bothering anyone in the process; late night guitar at the frat house wasn’t exactly kind of him. this time though, he wasn’t alone. a brunette was sat at the piano— one of his music friends. “just me. hey, adeline,” he spoke with a small smile, gently closing the door behind himself and walking over to set his guitar case down. “what’re you doing here so late?”

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olivcrz :

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      even though they’d been joking around on snapchat, oliver took their plans very seriously. with his keys in hand and his phone, he got in his car and drove all the way down to his favorite cake shop, getting a slice of a strawberry cake - assuming thatcher would like that flavor - and small lime slice for himself before he left the car back in his house and walked down to the gamma house. he knew his way around at this point, many of his friends lived there and he was a fan of their parties, attended every single one. oliver was able to spot thatcher in the kitchen easily, perhaps making the tea he’d promised earlier. he left the cakes over a counter as he quietly walked towards him, his arms wrapping around his waist from behind as a chuckle left him. “you guys should lock this door, literally anyone could come in and do this.” 

he didn’t get up right away. mostly from being lazy and far too cozy underneath the abundance of blankets on his bed, but also because he knew the tea would get cold if he rushed to make it. a couple minutes, maybe ten, maybe fifteen, passed, thumb idly scrolling down the feed of one of his stupid social medias, before he finally got up and avoided simply melting ( or worse yet, falling asleep ) into the warmth and comfort of his own bed. the house was quiet, which he never took for granted. soundlessly padding down the stairs and into the kitchen, he flipped the kettle on and pulled out his phone once more. had he been paying more attention— had he not been absentmindedly singing to himself, lost in the mess that was twitter, maybe he would’ve heard the other come in. body jolting and tensing with a jump, but instantly relaxing once he heard oliver’s chuckle, thatcher laughed. “olly, you scared me,” he whined before turning around to give him a proper hug, nose nuzzling into soft locks of blonde. “i don’t know why we never lock it. kinda dangerous, right? my bedroom door’s always locked though, which is good— i spend most of my time in there, anyway. missed you.”

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✉️ ⤐ THOTCHER ❤️😇💦

CRIM: do you still have a crush on Oliver or is that over

THATCHER: FGHFHDGDDFJ

THATCHER: serious question: where did this come from

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top three friends

“crimson, olly, connor.”

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don't worry, thatcher, clearly the gossip blog is just jealous. you accidentally broke the biggest scandal of the year, the gossip blog WISHES

“oh, wig?”

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what does your ideal future look like ?

“making music i love with my friends, hopefully? that’s the future i’ve been dreaming of for so long.”

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do you have a crush on anyone

“nope, don’t think so!”

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most surprising thing that happened to you during this week?

“um. literally everything that happened this week.”