I Give You Liam “Passenger Princess” Dunbar; The Man Absolutely HATES Driving And Didn’t Tell Theo

my honours thesis fr like i know that’s the whole point but 😭😭

"every possible kind of content can be found on the internet" yeah sure except for the One fucking thing I'm looking for. why does no one want to talk about the One Singular thing I'm looking for. but yeah other than that everything is on here.

that’s pookie!!! theo version bc y’all loved liam’s sm 🍽️

Star girl ⋆⭒˚.⋆

i love graffiti. "comics and jazz are the only american art forms" you forgot graffiti. did you remember graffiti? That art form birthed in Philly and NYC in the early 70s by poor Black kids. that art form that spread all over the world and influenced so many. that's used without irony in commercials when they're trying to appeal to a "young urban" customer.

did you forget graffiti? that racism broken windows theory victim? that reach the establishment takes claiming that it's exclusively violent gang members throwing up those full-color pieces and wildstyle tags in the middle of the night outsmarting fifty security cameras because the billboard was ugly anyway. as if, even if it was, it wouldn't be impressive as all hell. risking brutality and fall damage so your art can occupy the space a gentrified condo named something like "Coluumna" took away from you. proving that despite only assholes affording to live here anymore there's still a soul beneath it. an animal with dripping stripes and teeth that go clack-clack tsssss

been thinking about fantasy/scifi rule systems and free will

-ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻𖤓

𝙄 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝘿𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮, 𝙙𝙞𝙯𝙯𝙮, 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧

𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥, 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧

𝙂𝙤𝙙, 𝙄 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။|||| | ─•──── 𖦤

silliest men ever yeah right "i'm not dying for you" meanwhile theo doing complete reckless shit to keep liam alive

are they fr

aussie academia

aussie academia is writing your essay the night before, sitting in your wet swimmers, an ice cold bottle of cheap wine sweating onto the table beside you, your legs sticking to the seat, your hair still dripping water down your back.

it’s the taste of salt water in your mouth, the smell of the day’s sunscreen, and more ink on your fingers than the page. 

it’s seeking refuge from the heat by studying in the cool, white, science lab during your lunch. it’s drawing all the blinds to keep the sun out and having to write your flashcards in the dark. it’s bare feet in the library.

it’s biting into a slice of watermelon, the juice dripping down your chin and staining your notes pink. it’s keeping gold coins in your bra to buy a one dollar ice cream from the servo on your study break. it’s memorising content until the sun goes down at ten pm, and then using the warm light of the sunset to study until midnight. 

it’s flipping flashcards with your best friend on the front porch, having to raise your voice over the evening cicadas. it’s opening your notebook to find sand in the spine. it’s using flat shells as bookmarks and coconut scented candles everywhere. it’s the smell of citronella and cigarettes on the south lawn, giggles in the air after exams.

HELLO??!!!???!? my jaw dropped

See, Theo does this sometimes. Plays the charade of caring too well. Makes Liam think he might be able to talk about this broken glass thing that is sparkling between them, making him bleed. But Liam knows from experience that he doesn’t. Care, that is. Theo puts on the illusion of a human face and Liam falls for it over and over again. Wants to stop. Looks in Theo’s blue-green sad-happy sincere-lying eyes and his heart fumbles.

Here sits a boy who you think you want to fix. Serve recovery for him on a silver platter. He melts it into a dagger. Here sits a boy who will drag you down with him, barbed claws in flesh as he free falls into oblivion. Or maybe here is a boy that you will latch on to, think: if I can not fix you, I will break myself on you. At least then we will be broken together. Or you think, until you become familiar with the back of him.

Liam shrugs, thinks of rain.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66318160