Ronnie just had to insist that she have dinner with the in-laws
inktober #10
GOTTA DRAW MORE CHECK, PLEASE
my favorite freshman frog, Chowder
me: *buying more makeup* I live for temporary material satisfaction also when will I die
You can’t tell me there isn’t a Knowles shrine in the house after B and S’s new albums. Bitty and Ransom are ardent followers.
holster knowing abt ransoms crush on chowder and them talking abt it and just nudging rans whenever chowder does something Cute or Sexy (or both bc lets be honest that boy,,) thats aimed at rans and rans commenting on his Goalie thin g (where hes super intense during the game and shit) like just the boys flirting bc that is my Shit
“Dude,” Holster says sympathetically.
“I know,” Ransom sighs.
“You told him his helmet hair looked nice,” Holster winces.
“I know,” Ransom repeats, not even trying to hide his grimace.
“I haven’t seen you be this off your game in… ever.” He puts an arm around Ransom’s shoulders, steering him back towards their corner of the locker room and away from the goalie stalls where Chowder is happily chatting with Jack.
“Maybe it’s because he’s a teammate?” Ransom shrugs.
“Nuh uh,” Holster shakes his head, “Freshman year you had Mitchy wrapped around your finger after two practices. This is something else.”
“God,” Ransom groans, “He’s just - fucking - do you see him right now?” He gestures over at where Chowder is sitting in his stall, running a hand through his hair and beaming up at Jack.
“Dirty pool,” Holster says, “Cute, hot, and a little bit crazy. Exactly your type. You never had a chance, bro.”
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yo the part where they’re in bed and hayley is touching the girl’s body and she’s got stretch marks how beautiful was that
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omg nursey, dex’s trying to study
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