From Walt to Sledge: 

textsfromtoccoahall:

(630): last night i found out that about 5 of the guys audio recorded us having sex through the bedroom door, then auto tuned it in the tpain app on their iPhones.

Ray reflects on the early days of his relationship with Walt: 

textsfromtoccoahall:

(918): I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I’m sorry i was so obsessed.

From Luz to Snafu, when he breaks out the Cajun slang: 

textsfromtoccoahall:

(571): How dare you. Idk what you called me, and neither does google translate, but you better take it back.

From Brad to Ray: 

textsfromtoccoahall:

(631): Did you pour a hundred fucking pounds of sand in my car last night?

(516): lol… you weighed it?

From Skip to Lip:  

textsfromtoccoahall:

(606): after I lost so many games of beer pong they made me be a troll, I sat under the table and told riddles while retrieving balls.

Words of wisdom from Ray about the Toccoa Hall boys: 

textsfromtoccoahall:

(406): sick fucks of a feather flock together

pembroke:

tomorrow is katy’s birthday

so idiot dogpile

crossovers between these two aus is my favourite thing and i am not sorry

From Ray to Walt: 

textsfromtoccoahall:

(314): You just said we could build a blanket and pillow “fuck fort.” Of course I’m never leaving you.