Run,   boy,   𝐫𝐮𝐧  !

sunshine boy ☀️

i  literally  talked  about  andreil  rights  in  two  hours  to  drag  my  friend  into  aftg  hell  with  me  last  night,  and  guess  what,   i  might  finally  finish  this  cursed  josten  blog.

perth  is  experiencing  a  once  in  a  decade  storm  this  sunday  til  tomorrow  so  i  just  slept  since  i  still  have  upset  stomach.   anyway,   time  to  write  stuff  here.

verses tag dump.

v*.  BURNED TO THE FILTER WITHOUT TAKING A DRAG.  /  undetermined. v001.   THE FOXHOLE COURT  /  this is the moment you stop being the rabbit. v002.   THE RAVEN KING  /  they were worth every cut‚  bruise and scream. v003.   THE KING’S MEN  /  fight because you don’t know how to die quietly. 

so,   i’m  required  to  work  full  time  starting  this  week  19.04.2020  until  i  don’t  know  when  and  which  is  why  i  am  clarifying  that  i  am  always  of  low  &  sporadic  activity.   as  usual,  replies  and  ask  responses  will  be  queued,  and  you  can  still  dm  me  here  though  i’m  more  active  at  discord  (just ask me).   additionally,  matt  is  active  in  wire  @mattmrdck_  so  come  talk  to  him  there  in  real  time  (if  i’m  not  passing  out  lmao).    thank  you  for  being  understanding  and  awesome  in  these  difficult  times.

a sleeping neil

   @.aftg rpc,  where  are  u  at   !!???!!! 

stefan ,   dealing  with  @scarfwere​ :

neil  /  nathaniel ,   dealing  with  isaac :

░  ┊   @scarfwere​​  。• ◞

nonchalant compliance, he figured was as good as anything. It was still different from a flat out rejection. He’d had plenty of those. And even through the obvious indifference in the other boy, Isaac found an excuse to smile. To cound this moment, however small, as one of the rare wins he could have in the year. He was right after all ─ new kids didn’t last very long here. And if he was smart, it would be better to cut his losses now and move on.

Obviously, he wasn’t.

He figured, it would be some nice change, at the least. To know there was one other person at school that didn’t mind if he sat beside them or not.

Fingers combed through his curly hair; trying to unravel the right words to make what he thinks make sense without it being creepy. Maybe Stefan would understand. Maybe even he felt it too. That knowing feeling of standing in front of the same mirror reflecting the same thing. But he bit his tongue and swallowed it.

Shrugging instead.

          “ Dunno. Maybe I just like you. “

Even after he said it, he wasn’t sure if that was worse or better. But at least it was slightly true.

  𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦  thrown  out  and  about ,   strung  with  indifference  towards  the  creeping  anxiety  that  slides  upwards  within  stefan’s  chest ;   one  step  closer  to  choking  him  from  the  confusion  and  fear  muddled  in  the  back  of  his  throat.    ‘ maybe ’   pertains  to  uncertainty ,   one  he  hates  and  accustomed  to ,   while   ' like ’   associates  with  the  blooms  ‘pon  cheek  and  wrath  faced  in  weeks.

    obviously,  this  is  going  to  be  a   𝗕𝗔𝗗 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗔 .

          ‟     ͏𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁.      ❜      straightforward  without  eyes  looking  straight  forward ,   body  tensing  uncontrollably  as  he  crosses  his  arms;   his  figure  as  if  embracing  himself  from  an  unexpected  hostile  attack.  there  persists  bitterness  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach ,   annoyed  how  isaac  can  just  say  whatever  he  wants  without  repercussions  while  stefan  won’t ――   can  never.    ‘ i don’t get it ’  - -   are  the  words  stuck  with  tongue  held  back  and  instead  had  to  give  a  response  so  uncaring ,  but  then  again ,   stefan  is  supposed  to  be  𝗗𝗘𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 ,  𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗩𝗘  ,  𝗡𝗨𝗠𝗕 ...    a  boy  whose  way  too  different  from     nathaniel.       (   or  maybe  they’re  not  so  different,   after  all;  sporting  similar  bruises,  broken  bones  and  patches  of  skin  healed  and  cut  all  over.  )

       ‟     ͏ ――  𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 ... 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆.    ❜  

Some graffiti near my dad’s house. “The urge to destroy is creative”. Do you believe that?  Fionn Whitehead in HIM miniseries (2016)