leofaris:

christinefavreau:

ianpryor:

ooc: THIS DAY IS SO PERFECT BECAUSE SOPHIA RETURNED AND THEN LEO CAME BACK FROM HIS 10DAY TRIP TO NARNIA AND MALACHI AND I ARE ON AT THE SAME TIME MY EZRA MILLER FEELS. I LOVE YOU GUYS.

I CANNOT HANDLE THE FEELS OF THIS DAY

Bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks.

ooc: THIS DAY IS SO PERFECT BECAUSE SOPHIA RETURNED AND THEN LEO CAME BACK FROM HIS 10DAY TRIP TO NARNIA AND MALACHI AND I ARE ON AT THE SAME TIME MY EZRA MILLER FEELS. I LOVE YOU GUYS.

emma-mitchellxo:

And yet…I’m not. 

More writing for me. 

Sometimes the best writing time is the time when you feel like you have nothing left to give!

emma-mitchellxo:

Oh my god. Thank you for making me laugh.

Anytime! Are you okay Em??

(Source: ianpryor)

seananderson-is-irish:

Man I was trying to keep our secret gay love for each other under the table. then you blow it and announce your sudden pregnancy? 

I never wanted to keep our love a secret! WHY ARE YOU ASHAMED OF ME?!?!

(Source: ianpryor)

I just wanted to let everyone know that I’m pregnant with Sean’s child. I know it’s hard to believe but with new technology and everything you knew something like this was bound to happen eventually. Thank you all for your support and love at this time. It means more to me than you’ll ever know! 

ooc: evelyn you need to post another list because I am losing track of who everyone plays again -_-

ianpryor:

Week One: Write about a moment in your character’s life that best illustrates their relationship with their mother or father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten or ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?

“Wait, you’re getting dinner with a guy from work…” Ian paused, holding the phone with his eyebrows cocked. “Isn’t that a date?” His mother laughed at the other end of the line and then the melodic sound drifted into background silence. “I guess it is. I feel like I’m in high school all over again…” She replied with a nervous laugh, and Ian drowned in the hesitance that filled her voiced. His mind became worried, and Ian allowed the thoughts to travel back to a time he could never forget.

June 3, 2005 | They’re going to be so proud of me. It was the last day of school and the hallways of Eastwick Middle School were overflowing with excitement. Every eighth grader had to clean out their lockers and take their things home for the last time. “Congratulations graduates! You’re moving on to bigger and better things! We can’t wait to see the bright individuals you become!” The voice of Mrs. Higgins rang over the intercom as crumpled up papers flooded out of Ian’s locker. Graduates. He chuckled at the thought since he was only 14 and he’d be going through at least two more graduations. Once all the papers were thrown away, and all the tangible memories of the past year had been taken account for, Ian shoved everything in his backpack and smiled as he clung to the one thing in his hands he was the most proud of. 

Ian said good bye to his favorite teacher, Mr. Morris, who was the Newspaper adviser and then pushed his way out the doors, leaving the middle school behind. Because the 8th graders had to stay late to finish cleaning their things out, Ian knew he would get home just in time to catch his father home from work. He opened the back fence and tip-toed to the back door which he unlocked quietly and sped to his room. Shutting the door behind him, Ian threw off his backpack and took a frame off the wall which held one of his oldest articles about the cafeteria nutrition that didn’t mean so much to him. After taking out the article, he replaced it with the paper he’d received earlier in the day and smiled largely at his accomplishment. 

Just as he was about to bring the frame into the kitchen to show his parents, Ian decided he needed one more thing to make the event really special. He turned from his bedroom to his parents room to search his fathers closet of ties. Even at a young age, Ian loved stealing ties and his dad would teach him how to put them on. A tie was something Ian believed could make any situation fancy enough. Right as he turned the corner to the closet, Ian stopped in his tracks and saw his father packing a suitcase. “Are you going on a work trip?” Mr. Pryor turned around in the middle of calmly stuffing some socks into an outside zipped and frowned. “Ian…” He whispered, “You weren’t supposed to see this.” 

Ian tilted his head to the side and realized half the closet was already packed. He didn’t want to believe it, but Ian had seen this before with his friends. Divorce was common, maybe they could work it out. “I got an award today…” He managed to mutter out, his subconscious working every effort to make his father stay. “I was thinking we could go out to dinner to celebrate. You, me, and mom. Like old times…” Mr. Pryor hurried around the room, grabbing random objects off of his dresser and from the bathroom. “We could share one of those brownie sundaes you love so much…” His father zipped the third suitcase and looked back up at Ian, a defeated frown hung on his lips. “I’m so sorry son…” 

The bitter feeling rose in his chest as he watched his father storm past him, in a hurry to escape from the only thing holding him back. Ian wanted to throw something, to show his father that he couldn’t leave. How could you do this? He wanted to yell, but something deep inside him felt numb. Ian didn’t want to fight and instead he watched the tragic evening fold out before him. His mothers’ pleading for him to stay. The car door slamming shut and the engine starting. And he was gone. Another women would be to blame for his father’s abandoning them, Ian learned that evening.

Mrs. Pryor and Ian turned back in the house trying to understand what just happened. Emotions flooded his mind but he knew he had to stay strong for his mother. “Ian, honey…” She wiped the mascara and tear mixture from her eyes and picked up the frame from the kitchen table. “Did you get this award today?” Her eyelids were so pink and swollen as she blinked, staring at her son. “Yes ma’am.” Her face lit up instantly and took Ian into her arms. “Future Famous Journalist! Well this award doesn’t belong here…” His mother mumbled off, walking to the hallway and finding the perfect place to hang it on the wall. “It belongs here for everyone to see.” She kissed the top of his head. “I’m so proud of you.”

Present Day: Ian broke the silence between them, bringing himself back from the past. “Mom, don’t be nervous. It’ll be fun.” Ian smiled into the phone, wishing he could be there to kiss the top of her head. “Just don’t tell him any of the puns you send me on Facebook, they’re not funny.” Mrs. Pryor laughed beautifully, and Ian shook his head becoming nervous for her. “You deserve the best, you know…” He trailed off, remembering the past once more. “I already have the best.” She replied, and a smile reappeared, taking over his frown. They were a team, the two of them. They always were and they would always be. 

leofaris:

I like pie…

And there’s nothing you can do, but that’s okay. Something I’ve gotta face my own, I guess. Just don’t, please, for the love of God and all that is holy- don’t worry about me. That’s the last thing I want. I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine in the end…always am.  

It does slightly kill me that I can’t do anything to make one of my very best friends better again. But I won’t worry. I know you’re strong. I know you’ll end up right back on top like the way things used to be. I know everything will be okay again… So when should I tell mom we’re coming over for some pie?