Also I Love Liam And Mason Best Friendism Because When Mason Called Out Liam For Hiding Something From

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)

people might think creating OC lore involves a lot of thinking & planning, but in my personal experience, OC development is more like a divine vision from a god slamming you over the head with a mallet while ur doing the fuckin dishes or folding laundry

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

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

so obsessed with the idea that mason is the only one who can see corey when he is literally invisible. soulmates who

before you make a major life decision you should ALWAYS make sure that you are going through something that could be described as an "episode"

you're laughing? scott lays in bed paralysed remembering having his chest torn open on the library floor, stiles wakes up every morning having to make sure he's awake and his body is his and people remember him, liam hears the sound of the well splashing and the wind on the hospital roof every time his feet aren't planted firmly on the ground and you're laughing?

dear professor i cant seem to lock in. its so over

does anyone want to enter a visibly sexually charged rivalry-slash-questionable-friendship with me so we can coordinate exchanging longing glances and lingering touches in the public eye or are you all debbie fucking downers. homosexuality required btw

what’s it called when you’re so disconnected from reality that cold water doesn’t feel like anything and you can barely taste food anymore