i logged on here briefly just for the hell of it and the first post i see from a ship inspo blog i apparently followed............. was a gifset from eyewitness....
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what if i came back here
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in my absence, p-rnbots really stepped up their game spamming me... how considerate 😌✨
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‘ * HEADCANON
Philip hated Tivoli from the second he couldn’t see the city. It was his first time being relocated outside of the city, a decision made in an attempt to make him stop running away from his foster houses and back to his mom. He almost did it again, and Gabe caught him. However, when he followed after him, he only found Philip just sitting on the porch looking up. It was quiet, other than the sounds of crickets and distant farm animals, a subtle wind in the trees. Philip wasn’t paying Gabe attention, as if he was holding his breath. His foster dad just sat next to him, waiting and worrying. But the second he opened his mouth to finally say something, Philip interrupted. It was a soft voice, but it broke.
“This is the first time I’ve ever seen the stars.”
He owned an explanation, or thought so. Because he took a deep breath, ❛ In the city… you don’t really see them. ❜ - - - Gabe let him stay out there, and stayed with him. It was in the middle of the night, and the first time him and Gabe bonded was under the stars that made him feel even the slightest bit less alone.
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im crying about lucas moreau again
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i want to be WOOED!!! i want to be ADORED!!! fuck anyone who says it’s “cheesy” or “a cliche” i want to be ROMANCED!!!
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like for a starter .
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youthblamed: & . LEVI
☁ ☁ ☁〚 the twin gets a starter → @phlipshea 〛
staring off into the grand distance above, legs dangle over the edge of the roof, present only physically — he’s pondering the moon. a sad sight, maybe, considering the gently thumping beat of music radiating from the party below. levi finds it quite tiring, after a while, being around that many people.
footsteps against the concrete behind him pull him back to the earth. “ i didn’t even know you were here. i mean, in there. ” ——— one more a quick drag off his cigarette, an expression that could just as easily be bewilderment as curiosity cast over his shoulder at philip. ——— “ not having fun ?? ”
❝ nope, ❞ he pops the ‘p’ , then takes his place beside the other with a sigh. there’s still a blanket of heat on this roof from the earlier sun and the heat still weighing down this summer. philip takes a swig from one of the beers he snatched before parting ways from the crowd, unnoticed. suppose they look the same, two wallflowers split apart from the growth. Shy isn’t the word for him so much as its that he’s reserved in his nature. he licks the bitter liquid off his lips as the bottle rests against his knee now. eyes squint at the moonlight above, rays of silver stretching around the corners like elongated petals. the grey from the other’s smoke drifts off in the air, staining it with its ghost: an oddly comforting smell for philip, though he wasn’t a smoker himself.
❝ it’s nice out here. ❞ is a soft comment and he makes a face as the condensation of the beer leaks through the knee of his jeans already: cold, wet, unwelcome, though what did he expect ? he places it on the ground and attempts to swipe at it. ❝ It’s cool I’m here, right . . . ? I don’t want to disturb you if you're meditating or . . . . I don’t know . . . waxing poetry about the moon to yourself. ❞ he grins at the other, well . . . a smirk is a better name for it. [ read as: teasing just as he was reading the other as socially burnt out ]
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seesgood:
❝ okay well, then friendly tip? —- you tend to stop being collateral damage when you stop hanging out with people who think it’s okay for you to be collateral damage. ❞
𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝘩𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑠 𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑠 , shifting his arms into a crossed position against his chest. no, he does not look at her -- too busy with the montage of ways he’d been screwed over in the past, ❝ you’ve gotta point. ❞ he frowns, then, and finally pulls his gaze to the blonde. ❝ you talk like you’ve had personal experience in that department. ❞
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black people, please take care of yourselves. please take care of your health. please take care of your mind. please take care of your spirit.
i understand if your soul is not at peace. i understand if you are exhausted. just, please take care of yourselves in these dark, hateful times and surround yourself with people who understand why.
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prophezeiung &. . marty
@phlipshea › philip shea
he’s listening to vivaldi to hype himself up for school, but then marty spots something else that draws his attention. to be fair, most things do, and then go on to manage captivating it for less than a split-second, but this he is intrigued by enough to actually remember to pull out his earphones and walk up to. “ hey, philip! ” he greets him with a wide grin that expects the other person to be in a mood for a conversation. well, to be fair, he always assumes that people are in a marty-mood, and then he feels disproportionately hurt when he comes to find that they are, in fact, not. “ cool sweater! is it new? ”
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 : all this new in a place of absolutes ; as absolute you can get with the right papers and conversations. it feels outside his own because it is outside an old life : one where new sweaters meant quick exits and significant tragedies, or they meant newly thrifted at the very least. he’s still adjusting and they say all it takes is time, but in all his time, it was less often kind. so why does it feel easier? how is it a boy practically skips up to him, wide-grin-and-all, earphones dangling with their silent orchestration prodding and grabbing the air with it’s crescendo. he eyes them the whole while the other walks with him, complimenting a blue cotton sweater to kick off this autumn weather.
❝ yeah, uh . . . . thanks, ❞ he starts , distracted, brow arched as he fixes the strap of his bag, redistributing the weight of new books, ❝ what are you listening to ? ❞ genuine curiosity brightens his eyes before they lift to meet the others.
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philip shea is heather
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ive been on hiatus so long none of my tags work
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racointeur: ⋆ * ⋆ * ⋆ * ⋆ * JULIAN BLACKTHORN
breath catches in your lungs at the sensation of him standing behind you and you do your best to focus on the cooking rather than your desire to turn and give him your undivided attention . pancakes be damned . “ the only time you should worry about something getting burnt is if my brother’s doing the cooking . we’d have to evacuate . “ small quirk of your lips at the teasing in your voice that eases your tense frame . you won’t think about how close he is or how comfortable he seems to be getting or how every fiber of your being wishes that this could be your daily thing . sharing the kitchen with him , making breakfast , joking —— all the things you can’t have if you want your family safe . spatula slips beneath the pancake to lift it from the pan and guide it onto a plate before you’re instinctively shifting over to open the cabinet and collect a glass for him . it’s then that you allow yourself to look as you extend the cup out toward him . another flash of him leaning in and you pulling away , the look in his eyes when you told him that the two of you wouldn’t work . oh , but wouldn’t you ? he gives definition to lex malla lex nulla , makes you think that shadowhunters and humans being forbidden has to be the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard . BUT FAMILY HAS ALWAYS COME FIRST . that , and protecting the people you care about . that is what snaps you back into reality and you motion toward the fridge . “ should have some juice in there if tavvy hasn’t gotten it all . “
❛ ah . . . ❜ is a short musing, clearly judging the other’s distracted, tensed nature. he keeps in mind everything said to him. It’s times like this he wonders if he does have a selfish bone in his body , or that he is composed of so many issues be it TRUST OR ABANDONMENT . . . he’s still learning the right way to let go of inevitables. like them : a deranged fantasy of a hopeless romantic who should know by now romance was never in the favor of BOYS LIKE HIM.
❝ You sure? It’ll be your last chance. ❞ he says heavily, taking the glass offered. ❝ thanks. ❞ he pauses, hating himself for the way his gaze clung onto every angle and curve of the other boy’s face. He licks his lips and looks anywhere but. the new goal of finding juice was taken up fast. But he continues. ❝ I’m leaving today. I feel better and I need to see my mom. ❞ a nonchalant declaration followed by a timid blow, ❝ I’m not coming back. So everyone will --- finally be as they were and I’ll get outta your hair. ❞
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seesgood·: ⋆ * ⋆ * ⋆ * ⋆ * CAROLINE FORBES .
❝ yeah, is that like your thing or something? because let me tell you from experience, it doesn’t work out. ❞
❝ let me tell you from experience . . . it’s not exactly something I control. ❞
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