Ghandi was wrong.

Indie Billy Bickle RP from the movie 'Seven Psychopaths'   [Semi-Hiatus] "There'll be one guy left with one eye. How's the last blind guy gonna take out the eye of the last guy left?" Also the mun of these OCs

[1and7]

@Everyone. Open!

“The important thing to remember is to... just... stay... calm...” there’s an angry dog barking at them and Billy is pretty sure he’s going to run when the dog is least expecting it.

[martinfaranan-deactivated201607]

There was a flash of fur as the Bischon Frise darted out from under the desk to greet Billy. One job. He had one job. Single handedly scooping up the Pomeranian, Marty put the chase on hold long enough to offer his friend a quick response. “Oh, not long. Just came by to drop off the kibble and… ” He snagged the other, so there were two bundles of fur in his arms. “This happened. Care to give me a hand?” He asked, offering Billy one of the dogs.

[1and7]

Billy stared, blinking a couple times. He sniffed the air. Standing was an extremely delayed reaction and he stumbled, eugh, laying on a couch was so bad for your back. He’s definitely going to get a massage later. Groaning and stretching Billy took a dog with a grin on his face.

“Heeey!” raising the dog above his head the man wiggled it around, laughing before speaking in baby-talk, “Is Marty being a grumpy old man again? He is?! Marty!” he looked at his best friend with a stern expression, “I really think you should have some coffee.”

[martinfaranan-deactivated201607]

He discovered Billy passed out on the couch in the middle of the day, like he had one too many drinks at brunch. “Billy,” he patted the other man’s cheek a few times. One dog began to whine and the rest chimed in. “Billy, wake up. I think your dogs are hungry… Jesus Christ, when was the last time you fed them?” No response. “I’ll feed them then.” It was a bold statement for somebody that had never owned a dog growing up. Very bold. Less than 4 minutes later, three dogs were running around the warehouse and Marty was regretting everything.

[1and7]

There was some--- something... but Billy was deep into this dream. He didn’t really know what was going on in it, though. But he did know that there was a wooden leg, a bear and an eyeball involved. Grunting Billy turned his head, away from the annoying sensation on his skin. His snoring got louder and his feet twitched from where they hung over the end of the couch. His legs stretched out and his arms began to do the same, his spine curved and Billy rolled off of the couch. Falling onto the floor he woke up instantly. Groaning in pain he slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. Spotting Marty Billy smiled at his friend.

“Hey Marty!” he remained on the floor, “Hey how-how you long you been here, buddy?”

[martinfaranan-deactivated201607]

1and7

Nothing said friendship than abandoning his screenplay to pick up emergency dog food for Billy’s new tenants. Equipped with a bag of dog chow in each arm, Marty kicked at the warehouse door as a cry for help and waited for his friend’s assistance. No response. With a huff, he transferred a thirty pound bag of dog chow into the crook of his other arm so that he was singlehandedly carrying sixty pounds, and then straining, tried the knob of the warehouse. “I could use a little hand with the dog food,” he called out, apparently to nobody, and set the bags on the floor to let his aching arms rest. 

Marty wagged a finger through the bars of one of the cages, hoping to entice the Pomeranian inside with the movement. “Where is Billy hiding?” 

[1and7]

Hiding? Billy wasn’t one to hide. Not from Marty, at least. His best friend. The one he would kill for. But undying loyalty was a very exhausting. He was asleep, of course. Shirtless, bathrobe on the floor and his very best kangaroo bottoms- it had become a routine, honestly. He hadn’t even bothered going beneath the covers and simply lay snoring atop sheets. Sounds entered his dreams but he only snored louder. Marty’s voice flooded his mind and he, yeah, just snored louder. Like the elegant angel he is. 

[winchestress]

get to know me meme: [2/5] favorite movies

[winchestress]

Confessions of a Dangerous Mind (2002)

[selfembodiment-archive-deactiva]

Will was out on the street smoking a cigarette with no particular purpose or reason. The day was gray and cold and dull, but he stood on his usual corner just in case he encountered a potential customer. Lucky for William, the guy who stopped in front of him looked rather promising. “Chicago. Jackson Boulevard to be exact. You lost?” 

[1and7]

Chicago?! How had he ended up there? He had just been driving around aimlessly, not really checking signs or anything. His mind was... elsewhere.

"Nah, I'm not lost, I just decided to ask my whereabouts." obviously I'm lost. "You got a..." a hand waved aimlessly before meeting the steering wheel again, "map on you or...?"

[georgie-mccall-deactivated20221]

His face looked somewhat familiar to Georgie. Who was he? She opened her mouth to speak but then closed it again. “Never Mind…,sir.” She said, smiling politely. “I can just get the online edition…It won’t be that hard.” The brunette muttered to herself while gesturing to her pocket. 

[1and7]

Sir?! Ah. He liked that.

"Nope!" he urged. Maybe it was best that he just left? Maybe he could shoot her and walk away? Of course he'd call the ambulance for her too, that way she can't complain. Pursing his lips together the man blinked. "Nope!"

[onceupona-raven-deactivated2015]

Diaval frowned, narrowing his eyes at the man who stood before him. Diaval had been looking forward to reading the newspaper, having found a nice, quiet and secluded park bench, which he thought was away from the normal outdoor rabble. Apparently not. “Oi! What do think you’re doin’?”

[1and7]

Standing straighter Billy looked awkwardly to the right before back at the stranger. Hopefully he hadn't seen the little article about himself in there. Luckily, he didn't think that the other had gotten that far into the newspaper. Hooray!

"Nothing. Whaaat are you doing?" he shifted, keeping his fingers scrunched up tight around the newspaper. 

[ever-so-plucky]

My life has become, like, 87 times easier ever since I learned that you can take the two numbers and the dot off of the url of a picture and it won’t be a grey box anymore.

[thegutterwelcomesyou-blog]

+5

[thegutterwelcomesyou-blog]

She was a bit timid when he laughed, embarrassed too. She never cared for his cursing and felt that she was being left out of a joke, but Sadi chuckled anyway.

"Don’t be ridiculous! I’d love to have her. My late husband never cared for dogs, or any animals, it’d be pleasant to have her here. I have some ground beef I can heat up and give to her, I’m sure it’ll be a real treat for her." She scuttled off to the kitchen, eager to put together and sandwich for him. "Would you like Turkey or Ham?’

[1and7]

Never cared for animals? That's nuts! Animals were easier than people. They never had issues. They never cried about their girlfriend breaking up with them. They never became alcoholic. They were perfect! Humans should be more like them.

"Sounds just peachy!" the man smiled. Of course he was bringing Bonny at his own risk. Billy hoped he had gone far enough away from the crime-scene, being the scene of the crime, that nobody would recognise Bonny or the collar around her neck. "That's not even a question. Ham! Ham, Ham!" he grinned, "Want me to help ya cook it?"

[thrillschillsandstills]

[fuckyeahkeira]

Keira Knightley and Sam Rockwell play 21 questions [see preview here]

[1and7]

Another psychopath has been found:

selfembodiment

"Hey! Hey! Hey, you!" parking up beside this stranger he was calling the man shifted, "What the fuck is this place?" he has no idea where he is. He had just been... driving. Driving and driving. All night. Unfortunately it had landed him in this shit hole. 

[georgie-mccall-deactivated20221]

Before Georgie could even process what was happened, the paper had been taken from her hands and she was left with a bewildered look on her face. “—-If you couldn’t tell, I was reading that..”

[1and7]

Oh, he could tell. Which was why he took it. Duh! There was a picture of him in it and he was hoping that she hadn't seen it. 

"Reading what?" he tilted his head and gave her a confused look, scrunching the newspaper up into a tight ball by his spine, other hand up on his shoulder, moving up to wrap around the back of his neck before dropping.

[waiiled-blog]

Lydia pursed her lips into a tight line, eyes narrowing and head tilting to the side. “Yes, you’re wasting my time. Do you need help with your hearing, too? I’m not ginger!” Don’t make her scream, Billy. Don’t make her scream.

[1and7]

Billy scoffed a laugh and shifted where he stood, "Yeah I'm deaf, I didn't fucking catch that, what was that? I didn't hear ya, wha'd'you say? Huh? A little fucking louder, please!" almost yelling the man mocked her. "God! Women are so touchy! Ginger, not ginger, just dye your fucking hair!"

[thegutterwelcomesyou-blog]

+5

[thegutterwelcomesyou-blog]

"Well I wasn’t expecting company so I’ll have to see what I can scrounge up for the two of us, if you don’t mind." She suddenly felt frazzled, wishing she’d prepared something earlier. "I can maybe put together a pasta dish, or club sandwiches if you’d like something quicker. What do you usually feed your dog?"

[1and7]

Billy shrugged, once again, and shook his head. He didn't really care. She could give him a fucking cookie for all he cares and Billy would be grateful. He could feel his stomach eating itself for fucks sake. Argh!

"... Is that a trick question?" pointing at her with a look of cautionary amusement he squinted, "I fucking feed her- fucking-" he began to laugh- "dog food! Y'know, from the fucking... third isle! What do I look to you, the guy who adopted Annie?" laughing the man shook his head and dropped his hand, "Hey, tell ya what, Bonny doesn't have to come. Will that be easier?"

[ablackenedmemory-blog]

The shock on the man’s face gave Bucky a tingle guilty pleasure. “I hope you haven’t been doing this to other people,” Bucky started, raising his eyebrows and flinching his metal arm. “Because it is very antisocial.” His eyes fell upon the frame of the window which was now lines with uneven jagged pieces; he began picking at them with silver fingers. “Plus you owe me a new window.” Bucky continued to stare at him for a couple of seconds before saying, “Who are you? And why did you knock on my window?”

[1and7]

He had been doing this to other people, actually. He's not antisocial! At least... he doesn't think he is... eyes land on the arm and Billy stared. What the fuck. What was he meant to do? Pet it? Cry? Pretend this didn't happen and just... walk away? ... He didn't respond. A new window. Right... no, Billy's pretty sure that's not his fault. But he wasn't about to start a fight with this.- him. With him.

"Billy, Billy Bickle." he responded, just as he rehearsed sometimes in the mirror, "What's your name?" so that witnesses can tell the police?