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wasted time // the weeknd

#. wanted ❟ #/// #stay tuned for some wanted connections bc ya boi has got a mess on his hands

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Notting Hill (1999) dir. Roger Michell

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like this post or hmu via pm if you’d like a closed starter from drew! he’s a high energy, idiot puppy who just wants to make friends with everyone. and party.

#vpustart #vpuooc #. shut up moon ❟ #/// #forreal tho he needs all the things pls

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this is the physical embodiment of zero impulse control 

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Call me and tell me you miss me. Call me and tell me I’m on your mind as much as you are on mine.

(via flame)

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flctchnovak:

“Shit!” Fletcher exclaimed, lazy blue eyes lighting up in surprise as she knocked into someone as she bumped into them at the swanky bar located not too far from VPU. She had been ordering Dirty Shirley’s all night, so the red liquid from her cup spilled all down the front of the person’s shirt as she gasped in surprise. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. How can I make it up to you? Buy you a drink? Give you my first born? A blowjob?” She joked, chuckling nervously and brushing a stand of blonde hair off her face.

        drew hadn’t been expecting this, that was for sure — getting bumped into by someone so early into the evening. surely most of the people here wouldn’t be sloshed this soon... right? his thoughts came to a halt though, as soon as he heard the person apologise. this was right around the same moment he noticed the giant spot of moisture seeping into his sweater from the drink that had been spilled onto it. now, granted, drew was very good about keeping his things neat and orderly (and this included the clothes he chose to wear). in any normal situation he probably would have suggested that she pay for dry cleaning and then they would be even — but it was the content of her words that stopped him in his tracks. the sound of a startled chuckle fell from his lips then as he took a small step back and looked down at her, eyebrows lifting up towards his hairline. “god, all of those are... very tempting,” he teased, hand flying to the back of his neck to rub against it awkwardly. “i may just settle for a drink, though. this is only a sweater, y’know. lucky i have a t-shirt on underneath.”

#. paras ❟ #. drew x fletcher ❟ #/// #here #have a drew xoxo

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my dad noticed i was stressed so he 3d printed me a little wooden elephant

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blythethatcher:

“Did that bitch seriously just make fun of you?” Eyes fixed on a girl across the bar, Blythe was dead set on not letting her get away with this. She stood up from her seat, the chair loudly skidding across the floor. Anger had already made her hands go numb and her cheeks were on fire. Someone was already attempting to intervene, grabbing Blythe’s arm only to have her snatch it away. “It’s fine. I’ll be chill,” she said, moving across the bar to the girl in question. “Nice nose job. Daddy have enough money to afford you another?”

        drew’s eyebrows lifted in befuddled wonderment when she came instantly to his defense. if he was being honest, the scathing looks and mocking body movements from the girl across the bar hadn’t really had that much of an effect on him. people would always be assholes, after all. and if she was making fun of the way that he chose to dance after turning on his favourite song on the jukebox, then he really couldn’t bring himself to care. (and with the aide of quite a few drinks in his system, mind you.) the second blythe got to her feet though, clearly taking it upon herself to do something about the perceived injustice, drew sat up and reached over to take hold of her arm in an attempt stop her. “oh shit. it’s okay, blythe, really —” when she didn’t listen, though — and instead shrugged him off — drew’s canines found purchase on his lower lip and he got to his feet to follow after her. a soft ‘oh jesus’ came through his teeth when they arrived in front of the evil stranger and her entourage, and blythe immediately began to lay into her. he hadn’t come out tonight anticipating dramatics, but now that he was here, he couldn’t stop himself from watching and letting the scene in front of him unfold.

#. paras ❟ #. drew x blythe ❟ #/// #give him a minute to catch up tbh #he's entertained af at least ???

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maxdecotes:

“Happy Saturday,” Max said, standing in the queue of the campus pub. The wait to get in seemed to be longer and longer with every passing week, likely due to the campus edging closer to exam season. People needed to let off steam. Max wasn’t one to judge such things. “Got any games to play in a line-up?” he asked. “I spy with my little eye, someone that probably smells like egg,” he said glancing down the line of people.

        drew couldn’t help the sigh that escaped his mouth. the line for the pub on campus was ridiculously — hell, almost painfully — long. and as much as he liked to pretend he could be a patient man, there was no stopping him from expressing his distaste towards waiting. what good was his family name if he couldn’t just use it to jump right ahead to the front of the line? this was bullshit. thankfully though, it didn’t seem as if he would have to suffer alone any longer. the sound of the guy in front of him speaking up prompted drew to meet his gaze. “shit — nah i don’t, man,” he replied with a short laugh, hand flying to the back of his neck and rubbing in an apologetic sort of way. it didn’t take long for the other guy to take charge though, and soon he couldn’t help but find himself playing right along. “oh, definitely that sad looking bloke over there,” he gestured to the guy in stained sweatpants and a hoodie five people down from them. “wonder what prompted him to leave his dorm tonight. hot date, maybe?”

#. paras ❟ #. drew x max ❟ #/// #hi !!! #have a drew !!!

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Liam leaves the hotel in New York. (21.12) Now he is in London.

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“…We get to choose who we let into our weird little world.”

— Good Will Hunting, Dir. Gus Van Sant

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