(Source: rpsituations)
yourrealityismine replied to your post:
//hahaha, that would probably work, Dick. *still ships this no matter how crazy this is*//ooc;
Ten bucks says Rancid would purposely do things or “not” do them so Dick could kiss him to make him move.
“Rancid we’re going to be late.”
“Can’t move without a kiss, sorry.”
”COME ON. D8”
OOC:
Hahah! Yup. He’d do that. If opportunity strikes, he’d do it. Impulsive little bastard…
I believe I still owe you on our RP as well. I will get to that in the morning as I am sleepy and anything I type now starts veering into the crack zone.//
//*calmly looks at muse*//
“What?”
//Nothing, nothing at all.//
//*is studying alcohol in health class*
‘The alcohol becomes a means of escape that is readily available. Symptoms of an increasing dependence on alcohol might include a strong desire to become intoxicated when stressful situations arise, the need to have alcohol available at all times…’
*at this exact moment I stop reading*
… Johnny?//
“Yeah?”
//… This is rather accurate with you.//
“Stuff it blondie.”
//The one time health class comes in handy- when I learn such interesting things about my fucked up muse…//
MY MOM SAID IF THIS GETS 500,000 NOTES SHE WILL FINALLY CALL ME “KHYLE” AND REFER TO ME AS HER SON PLEASE THIS IS A HUGE STEP FOR ME AND HER
we’re gonna get you your 500k notes. I swear. Idgaf if i have to reblog this 4000000x myself.
^thats the fucking spirit!!!!!
The old door creaked in as the thug stepped in.
It was habit he did this, no other reason really. Hell, he’d deny it if he was ever asked, and if he got caught…
He walked into the building which now reeked of alcohol, mold, and other things not to be mentioned. Frankly, Johnny didn’t quite know if it smelled that bad back then or not. He did know there was less graffiti on the walls though.
There was one room he had boarded off… that’s what it looked like anyway. Johnny slipped a key into the door and opened it. Inside was just a little mildew-y, not much changed over the last… how many years? Johnny wasn’t sure. There was no furniture, just a couple beer cans in the corner and half burnt incense sticks he’d never gotten around to throwing away.
In his hand was clutched a dark red rose. He sighed and grumbled, “This is the last year I’m doing this.” (He had said the exact same thing the year before.) Setting the rose on the ground, he clutched the silver pendent he’d hung around his neck specifically for this.
“… Happy mother’s day, I guess.”
With that, he turned and quickly left the old musty building, being sure to lock the door to his mother’s ‘room’.
//Okay then…
I’ve finally decided I’m going to give out my Skype to my friends.
Anyone who wants it, come ask.//
//I’ve been losing followers like crazy lately… does this have anything to do with Babblr killing accounts?//
The thug rolled his eyes and walked up to Cash. “First off, don’t call me that. Second, I wasn’t born yesterday, Cash.” He knew that he could take Cash in a fight, but he wasn’t in the mood to beat the hell out of him. However, messing with him was totally an option. “Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t break you for trying to steal my ride.”
“Whoa, whoa! Take it easy, dude. Don’t beat me up…” The teenage thief said, backing up into a wall. There was no where for him to run to.
“I didn’t think you were around, I-I was gonna give it back to you, eventually. Or not…is that bad?”
Johnny was smirking. This was as funny as hell to him. He followed the teenager up to the wall, cornering him.
“Let’s just say if you had decided to steal my motorcycle, if you were going to give it back or not, you’d be in real deep shit, kid.” He reached out and grabbed the teen by his shirt, lifting him up a little off the ground. “I’ll let you go with a warning this time, since I caught you. But let’s make this clear,” He threw Cash against the wall roughly. “Try that again and I will make your life hell. Are we clear on that?”
(Source: yourrealityismine)
