-Jeremy is … like really bad, but incredibly lucky sometimes
-One time he gets a strike and Michael full on hugs him and spins him around in the air yelling stuff like “MY BOYFRIENDS A PROFESSIONAL BOWLER !!!“
-Michael is actually amazing at it and it’s really hilarious because he always wins by a long shot
-Jake is always hardcore trying to beat Michael to get Rich’s attention because Rich is always like “wow Michael you’re such a good bowler”
-Rich doesn’t even begin to comprehend Jake trying to impress him and it’s so aggravating for him
-Chloe is a super good bowler and her and Michael go bowling by themselves sometimes
-Brooke is always fawning over Chloe, but never bowls
-She gets a milkshake and just sits at the table like “good luck babe !!!!” “amazing strike, love you !!!”
-Jenna takes pics of everyone bowling and posts them on her snapchat story and is really cute about it and just !!!
-Christine gets 8 pins every time and it’s the most frustrating thing in the world for her
-She gets fries for the table and insists on one big group selfie at the end where she’s in front smiling and adorable
-One day they let Michael put everyone’s names in the lane computer and wow
-He puts Jeremy’s name as “Cutest Boy” and Jeremy is SO FLUSTERED
-He puts Jake’s name as “Ask Him Out Please” because he is just tiRED
-Jake does and Rich starts like pumping his fist in the air when he thinks nobody is looking
-Jake says “this shot is for you Rich” immediately after and bowls a perfect strike and everyone is SHOCKED
-Everyone is cute and happy bowlers !!!
People equating the fyre festival with just “lol millenials” have no tie to reality honestly. Like do ya’ll really think most millennials would/can afford to spend 12,000 dollars on a concert? I have a long ass debate in my head about whether I really deserve it when I go to buy a snack at dollar tree. Yep it was aimed at that age group but you best believe those kids have parents that spend the same ridiculous amount on stupid shit all the time…its not a millenial thing, friends, it’s very much a rich people thing
i've enjoyed your prompt fills so much, thank you for sharing them!! if you feel like it: chef!andrew trying (and failing) to woo picky eater neil with fancy food? :)
The thing about growing up on the run is that you never really develop a palate.
You eat what’s there to be eaten, whatever you manage to stuff in your pockets while your mother distracts the cashier trying to haggle for cigarettes, as if it’s anywhere near possible to haggle in a 7/11.
You eat school lunches, bland chicken nuggets and congealed mac and cheese and unseasoned carrots with those little close to expired fruit cups with the peaches and cherries and simple syrup.
You drink gas station coffee—maybe it stunts your growth, but you drink it anyway—and fill old plastic water bottles from drinking fountains or public restroom sinks.
At least, that’s what Neil tries to explain to Matt one day, when Matt invites Neil to his favorite restaurant in his hometown. It just so happens that Matt’s hometown is New York City, and the chef at this place has a Michelin star, but Neil isn’t on the run anymore and his paycheck is hefty enough that he can afford it.
Do you ever think about Harry and Draco dancing? Because I do, a lot. I don’t even think I can do it justice. It’s just
A comfortable living room, the couch and armchairs have all been pushed back. The window is open letting in the distant sound of laughter, a few crickets chirping, a cool breeze creeping in that smells sweet and heavy with dew. There is only a lamp on and the light is muted. A wireless is playing softly in the corner. Draco hums along and Harry smiles. He rests his forehead on Draco’s shoulder, into the curve of his neck. He closes his eyes, breathes out the weight of the day. Draco leads with an easy grace, a firm hand on Harry’s waist. He leans his cheek against Harry’s hair, not really thinking as he guides them in loose looping circles of a waltz danced a hundred times to be danced a thousand times more in this place they built together