Yes, Please!

Yes, please!

It’s been a really long time since the last date Max had been on. His entire world seemed bleak and dreary, the gray skies and endless rain didn’t help his general mood and demeanor. Not that Roswell usually had rain, or much precipitation at all.

“I’m not sad,” he says again, shoving the cabinet door closed. Changing his mind at the last moment and leaving the tequila bottle hidden, even if all he wanted to do was drown in it. Pulling long shifts at the bar also didn’t help his general loneliness and urge to drink.

“That’s what you keep saying,” Isobel says from where she’s draped across the back of the couch. She’s the only reason Max isn’t neck deep in booze and watching reruns of NCIS.

He gives his sister a harsh glare, “I’m not lonely either.”

“We’re throwing a singles party at Rosa’s galleria,” she says simply. “People are coming from out of town to celebrate Roswell flooding due to alien influence.”

HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME CRY???

Wallpapers!!

I’ve been having requests on Instagram for a while and finally decided to act on it

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6 years ago

Legacies owns my broken heart

Hope telling real Landon she loves him and his reaction is just as fucking pure as fake! Landon was. Like look at them!!! Fuck I love them.

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6 years ago

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3 years ago

And God said "this is fine line"

Fine Line | Jurdan Quarantine AU

Chapter Rating: E is for Every Bad Idea You’ve Ever Had

Summary: This is how you turn a girl into a forest fire.

WC: 13,268

CW: mature themes, vulgar language, mentions of death, NSFW CONTENT READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

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Chapter 4- Watermelon Sugar (Verse 2)

[Jude POV]

Sleep falls away from me like water as I resurface into consciousness.

The first thing I know is that I am warm. The comfortable kind that feels like holding a steaming mug of tea between both hands on a brusque day. Or the soft spill of sunlight at the brink of spring.

Pleasant. Relaxed.

The second thing I know is that all of this is very suspicious. Usually, I’m cracked out of my dreams, a lightning strike straight into reality. Or otherwise dragged out of them like a deadweight through quicksand.

There is no peace in sleeping and there is certainly no peace in waking. Or if there is, I have never known it. Ultimately, this is what makes me open my eyes.

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