oflanes

[oflanes]

most handsome boy™

#₍ lane morrison ₎ * FILED UNDER: visage. #🥺

[oflanes]

cassiehqs​: 

cassie had never thought she’d be a mum, more of a cool aunt instead, “yeah, lettin’ you know now, i won’t be touching a nappy” she says, she’d be happy to hang out with the kid but that was about it. “mhm, eventually, it takes a little while. doesn’t it?” she takes a sip from her milkshake, secretly she was excited to meet the little one, but she wouldn’t let on just yet. “it’s not a quiz, i’m just curious ya’know. can’t you remember anything?” cassie gives him a grin. 

lane answers cassie with a nod. the nurturing stage does take some time according to the pamphlets ... he thinks. “not under this kind of pressure, i can’t.” he squeezed his lids shut and scrounged around for some little tidbit of information. “oh, okay, get this ... ” lane slapped his hands onto the table, bracing himself as he leaned forward eagerly. “ ... babies have way more bones than us adults. we’ve only got, like, fifty or something, but they’re born with a million little tiny ones that, like, melt together as they grow up.”

#₍ lane morrison ₎ * FILED UNDER: interactions. #cassiehqs #proof that lane has never listened to a word adrien says pt. 34234923048

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itsmorrisons​: 

when: afternoon. who: @oflanes​ where: strings & things music store.

On that breezy afternoon, Jackson found himself walking towards his younger brother’s workplace. He was no stranger to the music shop as he spent enough time there to get acquainted with the employees and the owner but never when Lane was there. Except that time, he had his own motives. Earlier that week, Jackson had dropped his twins off at Stepping Stones and decided to check up on Penelope as it has been quite some time since the two had spoken. You could imagine his surprise when his eyes laid on her baby bump.

Jackson didn’t really know if he should feel angry or sad that no one in the extended family had told him about the news but he had decided then that he’d at least make the effort to try and reach out to Lane. Despite knowing deep down that he wasn’t the one who should do it but he was still the older of the two — plus, he knew Lane would never come to him.

The doorbell rang, letting everyone in the store know that there was a new costumer. But that’s not why Jackson was there. He stepped up to the counter, a bright smile on his rugged features. “Hey, I’m looking for an employee of yours—” His sentence was cut short when he spotted someone trying to sneak by them. “Lane?” Jackson called out to him, rolling his eyes. “Come on, man. What are you? Twelve again? Don’t be a fucking baby.”

the moment that he glanced at a window and spotted his distinctive figure headed towards the front entrance of the store, lane was cursing and scrambling to get out of his older brother’s sight. they haven’t spoken in six years, but when his girlfriend came home from the first day of school back at the start of the academic year and told him that she had two morrison kids in her class, lane spent a few weeks dreading what suddenly felt like an inevitable reunion.

then penelope got pregnant and he sort of forgot all about the possibility that his brother might pop up somewhere until he was walking through the door of strings & things. lane hastily commandeered a coworker to take over his register and tipped the brim of his hat so that it covered most of his face as he tried to step away without being seen by jax — to no avail, unfortunately.

he sighed in defeat and spun around on his heel as his brother called out his name in that same old scolding tone that used to let him know that he was in for a fucking lecture. “j,” lane greeted with a nod. he stood rigidly, arms folded and shoulders noticeably tense. “heard you beat up dad.” regret flickers across his face the moment he mentions it — not because he’s worried that he’s dredging up bad memories for his brother, but because he wonders if jax knows about his shameful little secret.

( he’s never told anyone that he rushed to his father’s side after he heard about the brawl, but he’s never been quite sure if the man was conscious or sober enough to recognize him. )

#₍ lane morrison ₎ * FILED UNDER: interactions. #itsmorrisons #pregnancy tw #why are they like this #ah my first 'why are they like this' of this interaction

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penabrams​: 

penelope  had  finished  painting  the  walls  .  the  looked  beautiful  ,  she  made  sure  that  they  were  her  best  work  yet  because  they’d  be  on  their  for  a  long  time  .  a  few  animals  to  keep  things  interesting  ,  lane’s  van  ,  their  friends  as  cartoons  ,  clouds  and  some  flowers  .  she’d  spent  days  on  the  walls  ,  they  had  to  finish  them  first  before  there  was  any  talk  or  moving  the  cribs  ,  changing  table  and  dressers  .  the  babies  each  got  their  own  crib  ,  dresser  and  set  of  clothes  but  penelope  didn’t  know  if  they  needed  a  second  changing  table  . 

penelope  walked  into  the  nursery  ,  she  was  smiling  looking  at  the  two  cribs  on  either  side  of  the  room  exactly  where  she  told  him  to  put  them  .  she  was  growing  bigger  more  and  more  every  day  it  felt  like  ,  her  hand  was  on  her  back  and  her  other  one  was  holding  her  stomach  .  ❝  i  like  it  .  the  dressers  on  the  same  side  of  the  walls  as  the  cribs  for  each  of  them  .  then  just  the  one  changing  table  in  the  middle  .  maybe  i’ll  pick  up  a  shoe  rack  or  something  but  we  don’t  have  to  worry  about  that  right  now  .  i  have  plenty  like  an  abundance  of  clothes  for  them  ,  more  than  any  baby  needs  .  ❞

penelope’s  trying  not  to  look  annoyed  at  lane  ,  she’s  not  but  she  just  wanted  to  see  the  nursery  .  ❝  i’m  alright  ,  laney  .  i  think  it  looks  really  good  .  make  sure  you  hang  up  those  mobiles  above  each  of  their  cribs  .  thank  you  ,  sweetie  .  ❞

lane nods as penelope reminds him about the mobiles. “almost forgot about those.” he sometimes feels like each large task he completes causes ten small ones to pop up in its place, but he tries not to sound too worn out as he glances around the room again. it’s starting to look like an actual nursery, he thinks, and some of the tension saps from his shoulders. “so, the changing table over there ? ” he asks penelope, nodding towards the wall opposite the door. “yeah, okay, it should fit perfectly,” lane agrees, but he wrinkles his nose when penelope contemplates whether or not they’re going to need whatever a shoe rack is.

fortunately, lane has done enough reading to provide some insight. “penny, babies don’t need shoes,” he confidently informs her, “like, where are they gonna go ? they can’t walk. it’s in the pamphlets.” lane takes one of each that’s on display at her doctor’s office whenever he accompanies her to appointments, stacks of the small informational booklets teetering on his bedside table and spilling out of the glove compartment in his van. “i don’t think we need to worry about getting one of those right away. what about the rocking chair ? and where did you say that i should put the little dresser ? ” he figures that clearing out the furniture that’s crammed into their narrow hallway should be his next task.

#₍ lane morrison ₎ * FILED UNDER: interactions. #penabrams #pregnancy tw

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lonclyroad​: 

Since Paxton had been spending more and more time at Strings & Things, they had been getting to know the employees there, and that included Lane. They were there that day browsing, looking through a stack of CDs before looking back at Lane, gesturing vaguely in his direction. “Do people still buy CDs? Or is it more vinyl?” He asks, genuinely curious. 

@oflanes​

chair tipped onto its back legs and enormous boots propped up on the counter, lane was in his usual spot behind the cash register as several customers milled around the store. “are you asking about, like, everyone around the world ? or you asking specifically about the people who shop here ? ” he countered, “because i think those are two completely different answers.”

#₍ lane morrison ₎ * FILED UNDER: interactions. #lonclyroad #this really took forever huh

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hedgedroses​: 

Clicking his tongue, Jules attempted to lure both dogs away from the door, at least to give Lane an easy enough entry. “Uh–no, they probably shouldn’t be eating anything like that, it would be hell on their stomachs!” He laughed a bit at the sight of the bright orange foil bag. “They don’t know any better unfortunately. But if they behave while you’re here, then maybe they’ll get some treats later, hm?” He raised his eyebrows downward at the dogs as if they could take the hint. Backing up, he took a small detour to point at the fluffy dog bed in the small living room, big enough to fit both pups. “Ici, ici,” Jules commanded, voice still even and patient. “Assis, reste.” Reluctantly, both dogs followed the commands and curled up on the glorified pillow.

“Sorry for them,” Jules apologized, looking back up at Lane and smiling brightly. “But yes, I am Julien, so you did get the address right this time! Just Jules is fine if you’d like. This is Rémi and Oscar,” he pointed to the pug and the dachshund respectively, as they looked up at him with expectant eyes. “They’re just excited, we’ve not yet had many visitors. It must be fun, to be so excited by new scents everywhere you go.” He made is way into the kitchen, which was open to the living room; he’d pulled up a separate chair next to the bench in front of the piano. “I can get you some water, would you like ice or no?” Most of his dishes and glasses were on the lower shelves in the outdated, dinged-up cabinets; the rather nice, still-new-looking glass he retrieved looked out of place in that setting. “I’ve got a few exercise books with some useful warm-ups so you don’t feel like I’m dropping you into the deep end and can get warmed up, and so I can sort of assess where you’re at in terms of skill. Are you very familiar with reading music, and the staves?” Putting the glass under the faucet, he turned it to fill it with water, but the front of his sweater was assaulted by a rogue stream of water spitting out of the side of the faucet…yet again. “Ah, sh–” He cut himself off before he finished the rest of the recognizable swear. “I’ve been meaning to get that fixed, but I’ve just not had the time,” Jules half-mumbled, setting the glass aside to pat at his front with a kitchen towel.

lane was relieved when the apparent homeowner confirmed that he was indeed julien — or jules, as he invited lane to call him. stuffing the half - eaten bag of cheetos back into his pocket, he took his first tentative steps into the house and glanced at each dog as he was introduced to them. “it’s cool. i get it. i’ve got one too, but cooper is a lot more chill most of the time. doesn’t even blink when the mail carrier shows up.” he’s lived on chestnut drive for his entire life and spent a lot of time working on exterior maintenance jobs for the wealthy residents of fair lane, and he’s unfamiliar with the standard sycamore way house in comparison. he openly glances around as he’s lead through the living room, but stops when he realizes he’s being nosy and instead glanced unsurely at the piano bench and the single chair pulled up beside it.

which one was he supposed to sit in ?

lane tilted his head, fascinated as he approached the piano and saw what appeared to be music books stacked up beside it. “oh.” he murmured, watching jules rush into the kitchen. “yeah, water would be cool.” he wasn’t desperately thirsty or anything, but jules already had a glass in his hand by the time that lane was answering him. “i don’t need ice. uh, so, i don’t really know how to read music, like, at all. it sounds weird ‘cause i work at a music store, i know, but i’m just a cashier so i don’t need to  — holy shit ! ” lane had lifted his head to glance at jules as he was speaking to him and witnessed the spray of water splatter across the front of his sweater. “oh, you’ve got bad caulking,” he recognized instantly, “weird that whoever owned this place before you didn’t fix that before putting the house up for sale, but i guess it is pretty easy to do yourself.”

#₍ lane morrison ₎ * FILED UNDER: interactions. #hedgedroses

[oflanes]

he lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face and peered around the small room, assessing the work that he had just completed and taking note of all that still needed to be done. the two cribs were assembled and he had moved them to where penelope wanted them. the changing table was also assembled, but shoved into a temporary spot so that it was out of the way while lane awaited instructions on where to put it. penelope was still fretting over whether or not they’ll need two, but glancing around the room that’s already looking sort of crowded to him, lane is more concerned about whether or not two would even fit inside of the nursery - to - be.

there’s still a rocking chair and a tiny dresser placed awkwardly in the hallway outside the room until their permanent home is decided upon. tucking the screwdriver that he was holding behind his ear, lane turned his head at the sound of footsteps and met penelope’s gaze when she appeared in the doorway. “cribs are done,” he informed her, nodding at each one, “so’s the changing table, but i didn’t know where to put it. i’m probably gonna bring the rocking chair in next. what’s up ? you could’ve just yelled if you needed something.” lane’s brow furrowed in concern as he rushed over and placed a hand on her back, concerned about her balance. / @penabrams​​

#₍ lane morrison ₎ * FILED UNDER: interactions. #penabrams #i promised you this sheesh yesterday? #😅

[oflanes]

What’s the best / worst practical joke that you’ve played on someone or that was played on you?

𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞. | ACCEPTING

“so, i actually wasn’t purposely trying to play a practical joke on him, but when i was, like, six or something, my brother got adrien to babysit me while he was at work or whatever which pissed me off, cause, like i was six. i could fucking take care of myself, but anyway. i climbed up a tree outside of our house and watched from a branch for hours while adrien freaked out on the ground and yelled at me to get back down here this instant or whatever it was he kept saying. i was making faces at him and flipping him off and shit from the top of the tree. the truth was that i had climbed up way too high and couldn’t get back down, but he just thought i was fucking with him. now, as for the worst practical joke that’s ever been played on me ... it’s gotta be school. what the fuck was that shit with all the fractions ? we were eight.” 

#₍ lane morrison ₎ * FILED UNDER: answered. #anyway this is a canon lane / babysitter adrien story pls enjoy #anonymous

[oflanes]

are you looking forward to becoming a dad?

𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞. | ACCEPTING

“i'm more worried that i’m gonna fuck it up.”

#₍ lane morrison ₎ * FILED UNDER: answered. #no one : #lane : so i'm gonna be a TERRIBLE dad wanna talk about it #anonymous

[oflanes]

if you won an all-expenses paid trip to anywhere of your choosing and could bring someone along, where would you go and who would you take with you?

𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞. | ACCEPTING 

“i dunno. me and penelope always talk about road tripping to somewhere like california, but i feel like that’s not really meant to be, like, a luxury or all expenses paid type of thing, you know ? but, if that’s out then i don’t really know where else i would go. i’ve also never really left this town before so i guess i don’t really know what’s out there.”

#₍ lane morrison ₎ * FILED UNDER: answered. #anonymous

[oflanes]

what’s your ex like ?

𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞. | ACCEPTING

“i actually don’t have any exes. yeah, that’s pretty much the only thing i’ve ever gotten right the first time.”

#₍ lane morrison ₎ * FILED UNDER: answered. #i know this sounds fake but fun fact it's true! #anonymous

[oflanes]

who is your celeb crush?

𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞. | ACCEPTING 

“listen, i’m in a committed relationship and all, but penelope never passes up the chance to remind us all of her thing for rodrick from those cheese touch movies that she made me watch so if you really wanna know ... listen, if the vampire queen from queen of the damned or sonny & cher - era cher were interested, i would hesitate to turn them down. just saying.”

#₍ lane morrison ₎ * FILED UNDER: answered. #he probably hasn't even SEEN the other vampire chronicles movies #anonymous

[oflanes]

Are you afraid of your own potential? Do you think you're not good enough? Be honest.

𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞. | ACCEPTING

“don’t tell me what to do.”

#₍ lane morrison ₎ * FILED UNDER: answered. #i was gonna write a whole answer to this but honestly this feels more On Brand #anonymous

[oflanes]

do you see a future with penelope ?

𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞. | ACCEPTING

“well if i’m not supposed to, then i’ve been getting the wrong idea from her for, like, six fucking years now.”

#₍ lane morrison ₎ * FILED UNDER: answered. #anonymous

[oflanes]

what would you do first during the purge?

𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞. | ACCEPTING

“so, i’ve never thought a whole lot about this because i think the purge movies kinda suck to be honest, but off the top of my head ... i’d break into laurie’s and adrien’s houses, but all i would do is steal all of their left shoes except for one pair where i would steal the right one.” 

#₍ lane morrison ₎ * FILED UNDER: answered. #theft tw #just in case #laurie and adrien i'm so sorry #anonymous

[oflanes]

lane, does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes? but there's nothing to be afraid of, even when the night changes. it will never change penny and you.

𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞. | ACCEPTING

“isn’t this, like, socrates or something ? ”

#₍ lane morrison ₎ * FILED UNDER: answered. #no one correct him #anonymous

[oflanes]

fmk : mattie , primrose , and kassidy

𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞. | ACCEPTING

“i bought my couch for twenty - five bucks from a thrift shop two towns over and it’s, like, really rough on the back when you lay on it for a while, so no, i actually don’t want to be stuck sleeping on for the next ... uh, rest of my life, but thanks for the opportunity i guess.”

#₍ lane morrison ₎ * FILED UNDER: answered. #lane said : dodge! #anonymous