“And as soon as the new car gets delivered, the minivan is mine for good.” Jared flops onto his back so that he’s lying across the entire foot of Evan’s bed, legs dangling over the side. “The Jaredmobile is gonna hit these streets harder than —”
“Are you really calling it that?” Evan has ridden in Jared’s mom’s minivan, soon to be Jared’s minivan, and it is mobile, but that’s kind of a low bar. It probably shouldn’t be hitting anything hard.
“Haven’t decided. But I know what bumper sticker is going on there first.” Jared sticks his phone in Evan��s face. “Check it.”
“‘Caution: This vehicle makes frequent stops at your mom’s house.’”
rip sheila nail, you would have loved good luck, babe! by chappell roan during the week you spent in solitary and mad at susannah. when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night / with your head in your hands you’re nothing more than his wife / and when you think about me all of those years ago / you’re standing face to face with “i told you so” / you know i hate to say i told you so / you know i hate to say, but I TOLD YOU SO
He shouldn’t care so much about a potential competitor striking out so fast — it shouldn’t bother him that the seconds are ticking away and by all appearances, Taylor has no idea what they’re doing or has lost whatever idea they once had.
(send me a 📝 + a word, and i’ll post an excerpt from a fic i’m currently writing that contains that word.)
also was not expecting it going through a the mysteries actor's fb pics to go "whoa at a nyc event with dki in 2015??" only to then go "whoa at theatre rehearsal or whatever with little baby dki for a college production of cabaret in 2007????"