Laura Kinney By Giada Velviso

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜ brad n harley lalalala

lost the pompt. oops.

she knows. always knows. not like she could be stopped, peppering kisses across her friends' faces regardless. but his is a special target, alight beneath the moon and fireworks. not real ones, magic ones, just for her. the top of the abandoned ferris wheel creaks when they swing a little in the wind, and harley doesn't feel any fear.

only joy. she doesn't need to be this high in the air for brad to give her butterflies, what with all his chaos. everything she loves with none of the hate: he's fun, impulsive, not afraid. but he doesn't leash her, just holds her hand. trusts her to come bakc when she runs away. trusts her to only bite if the bark isn't enough.

trusts her. brad trusts her. harley can count on one hand how many people trust her these days.

the fireworks are on the inside now / a circus in her chest, cheering and drumming. she is a cacophony ! of laughter, of love. she swings her arms around his shoulders and BATHES his face in marks, lipstick that never seems to run out. forehead, cheek, nose, temple, everywhere but----

&&. one planted directly on his lips, sweet, syrupy, overwhelming. she thinks she hears music around them for a second, then she lets him go.

" ain't that s'upposed t'be my line, pretty boy ? "

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When your bestie is hungry…>:)

HAPPY CASS DAY 🗣️🗣️🗣️

thane's love language is helping him maintain his dreads. thanks.

oh i never talked about it but s//inners is such an amazing movie, man.

random lil hcs for wally.

wally  is  a  good  cook,  really  good.  between  a  healthy  appetite  and  a  strong  need  for  calories  (  super  speed  go  brr  )  he's  gotten  good  at  cooking  for  himself.  on  the  opposite  side,  at  a  point  i  doubt  he's  even  picky  with  food.  you'll  eat  his  food  and  it  taste  five  class  and  he's  just  like??  what.  it's  roughly  all  the  same  to  him.

slaps  on  a  red  nose  every  year  at  Christmas  time.  wallace  rudolph  west  lives  forever. 

prone  to  hyper  speed  talking.  he's  a  bit  more  restrained  than  his  peers  but  get  him  going  and  you'll  never  hear  a  single  word  just  a  long  ass  buzz  and  him  looking  for  understanding.  wally:  you  got  that? 

i have neglected this blog but ill probably play over here a bit more while kais q runs.

i'm slowly building my reading list so i can get muse inspo and i love books