Theo Blinks. Looks Away. Thinks He Can Pardon Him Being Bad At Rollerskating But He Can’t Forgive The

You know I didn’t want to, have to haunt you, but what a ghostly scene

YIPPIEEEEEEE

(grips you by the shoulders) listen. just listen. listen

hey bro wanna come bleed all over the floor at my place

snippet sunday (is that what it's called. i digress)

“I’m not late, right?” Liam pants as he slides onto the stool next to Theo. Honest-to-God pants. Before AP Bio he had Spanish, which cannot be more than ten rooms away. Meaning he either went to the bathroom, or he was doing something extremely ill-advised, and Liam’s slightly terrified of the school bathrooms.

“You know, a while ago they invented this really cool thing called a clock, and then they took something else called a bell and figured out that if they rang it at specific intervals—”

“Fucking asshole, you could’ve just said yes or no.” Theo doesn’t grin, but it’s a near thing. Liam lets his forehead hit the slightly disgusting lab table with a soft thunk and groans.

“I was busy running and fighting for my life in the hallway. Didn’t know if I missed it or not.”

“Dr. Ecklund locks the door as soon as the bell rings. This is not new information.”

“Shut the fuck up, man.” He does, but only because Dr. Ecklund is calling for everyone to quiet down while she explains the day’s lab. Theo could probably do most of the curriculum with his eyes closed, but. Figures it can’t hurt to be careful when AP tests are so close. At least one half of the pair needs to know what the hell is going on if they want to pass, and so far, it’s never been Liam, who is currently checked out and doodling up his forearm with a pen produced out of thin air. 

Theo watches Liam scribble some indecipherable phrase on his arm just as the timer for their lab stations starts. He’s got his tongue sticking out, and Theo wants to poke it back in, but settles for asking “Where were you coming from? When you ran into class earlier?”

Liam startles. Takes a second to glare at the smudged dash of ink now running up his skin before he responds. “Wouldn’t you like to know, jackass.”

(pleased to inform everyone that this is an entirely different piece than the one i posted last time! yolo or whatever gandalf said

also i'm gonna be real i don't understand tumblr all that much and i suck at community interaction so!! ignore that nobody tagged me i'm just butting my way in here. i am honourary tagging anyone who wants to participate. goodnight)

it's sort of hilarious to me that when liam was writing the punnett square on the board to get mrs. finch to use the wolfsbane-laced blackboard eraser, i was genuinely worried for a long moment that he—at the big age of 16—didn't know how to do a monohybrid heterozygous cross

i mean come on

my god this causes me physical pain. the recessive allele in front of the dominant one... the dominant allele in the only square that shouldn't have a dominant allele... i get what he was going for, and he did a damn good job of it, but that doesn't make it any easier to look at

he might not have rizz but he has a fucked up little toyota tundra and deeply pathetic eyes so that's gotta count for something

liam: 😕🙁☹️

just got the Lock In And Write signal from my brain but it's for a fanfiction one shot and not my two missing assignments the universe is a cruel mistress and i am its saddest most pathetic pawn

just got diagnosed with Execution Function... I Just Get Up and Do It Syndrome... bad day to be a task 🖕🖕🖕