slategray4 #6C7B8B

[nintendonut1]

heavy i really really love you holy shit

[wulfriciceberg]

Heavy is the best

[teratomarty]

Heavy has good boundaries.

[tf2maelgwyn-deactivated20140104]

MY BABY

[lavisant-deactivated20140213]

Heavy gon’ tell you ‘bout his gun an’ you best listen.

[6c7b8b-blog]

I apologize for my absence.

I have not attended to this blog as I should, and I apologize. What’s more, I went through a difficult time and resorted to the comfort methods I used as a teenager. I am an adult now and I should not have dealt with my troubles by trying to drink them away. The fact that I’m short a $5000 bottle of whiskey may also have played some part in my regret.

I will not go into details about what happened, save to say that I have cut ties with my family and I feel… good. When I moved I promised myself that I would answer to the expectations of no one save for myself and I feel like now I am finally capable of doing just that.

All of you, even those of you I quarrel with (I’m looking at you Edward), helped me more than you realize. After all, it’s hard to feel bad about yourself when there are other people who are fucking up so spectacularly. 

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Gloomy Day -Submitted by shitsandgigglesbestblog

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[coffeeporns]

[6c7b8b-blog]

OOC Chat

Loki: I don't mind the fireworks themselves

Loki: I mind the drunken idiots who are running around on my street setting them off right in front of my FUCKING house

Loki: they have ten more minutes before I go out there and shove a sparkler up their ass

grace grey: wow i just thought of it but sparklers are super thin how would you get them into someones ass without like holding them down with no struggling and carefully inserting the sparkler

livvefast: Some of them come thicker :v

livvefast: Also usually these people who have them in their ass are professional butt holders, people paid to hold things with the butt

livvefast: Pay ranges from $10,000 to $150,000,000 a year

Loki: you know what?

Loki: I think you just pulled those numbers...

Loki: out of your ass

livvefast: ZING!

[6c7b8b-blog]

OOC: So I just realized that Bates is pretty much a personality mash up of Doc Scratch and Spades Slick... like some horrible AU baby... what have I done?

[askolivegreen-blog]

I made a thing to go at the top of my masterpost yeeee

This is all the colors I currently have on the masterlist, all 69 of them! C: 

[askthestonerfreak-blog]

[askthestonerfreak-blog]

6c7b8b:

“More like I did the dumping, but yea, something like that. Seemed like a good night to cut loose now that I don’t have to put up with that kind of bullshit anymore.” Even after a full bottle of whiskey Bates kept her mouth shut about who she’d cut her connections with. People heard ‘I’m not talking to my family’ and assumed things… that she’d run away or been beaten as a child. No one had ever guessed that they were in the Irish Mafia and she intended to keep it that way. It just didn’t do to have people knowing that the first time you’d seen a dead body you’d been four.

He placed his hands in his pockets and nodded, “Hm, well then good on ya for doin’ that then.” Soul never suspected anything more than just a breakup or something. Although he did know everyone had their problems, he preferred not to think about them. Afterall, he liked his life without his family and people tying him down, so other people probably did too. Whatever the situation is it’s probably no skin off of his back. “I guess if you’re p damn happy then whatever, I can just ollie out or something.” 

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"That sounds suspiciously like a plan." With those as her parting words Bates pushed herself from the door-frame and moved back into the sanctity of her apartment, closing the door with her foot. She glanced around for a moment at her home before moving to the record player. It was a beautiful machine, well cared for and well used, she took a moment to think before turning the volume up, just ever so slightly. 

[askthestonerfreak-blog]

Damn noise. Soul was minding his own fucking business in his apartment and then some fucking douche blasts music? What do they think they’re doing. At this point Soul had not…

[6c7b8b-blog]

Soul: Damn noise. Soul was minding his own fucking business in his apartment…

[6c7b8b-blog]

 “An’ wot? I’m s’posed ta give two shits that I’m interrupting yer beauty sleep? Fuck off.” Bates knew an addict when she saw one, even her intake of whiskey hadn’t been enough to make her not notice the telltale signs. “Just take a hit of whatever shit yer pumping into yer system and go pass out in a gutter somewhere, alright? I don’t see how my music is any concern a’ yours considerin’ you blast yer own noise all the damn time.”

[askthestonerfreak-blog]

“Yeah yeah yeah, take cracks at me whatever, but it’s just that you’re normally quiet and shit. It’s weird that suddenly, you’re the loudest fucker in this building right now. And I wan’t sleeping, fuck that noise. I blast my music to get my head out of the clouds and shit, like if I’m pissed or something.” He raised an eyebrow, seems like this chick knew a little more than he thought. Probably not as dumb as he thought. 

[6c7b8b-blog]

“Ain’t a law against doing shit folks don’t expect of you. Figured you’d know that.” Moving her hand from its death grip on the door frame she rested her weight against it instead, since standing was proving to cause the hallway to spin. “So wot, you sober enough tonight that my music’s botherin’ ya? An’ don’ look at me like that, I ain’t an idiot an’ I seen enough addicts to know wot ta look for.”

[askthestonerfreak-blog]

Soul simply shrugged, “So what you know more about me than I though, whatever though not like I try to hide it very well. Anyways, fuck no I’m not that sober, but I am sober enough most of the time to notice that you’re not one for making a lot of noise. In fact, you ain’t one for noise at all. So what’s the big deal, you get dumped or something and decided to just cut loose by yourself?” 

[6c7b8b-blog]

“More like I did the dumping, but yea, something like that. Seemed like a good night to cut loose now that I don’t have to put up with that kind of bullshit anymore.” Even after a full bottle of whiskey Bates kept her mouth shut about who she’d cut her connections with. People heard ‘I’m not talking to my family’ and assumed things… that she’d run away or been beaten as a child. No one had ever guessed that they were in the Irish Mafia and she intended to keep it that way. It just didn’t do to have people knowing that the first time you’d seen a dead body you’d been four.

[askthestonerfreak-blog]

Damn noise. Soul was minding his own fucking business in his apartment and then some fucking douche blasts music? What do they think they’re doing. At this point Soul had not…

[6c7b8b-blog]

Soul: Damn noise. Soul was minding his own fucking business in his apartment…

[6c7b8b-blog]

 “An’ wot? I’m s’posed ta give two shits that I’m interrupting yer beauty sleep? Fuck off.” Bates knew an addict when she saw one, even her intake of whiskey hadn’t been enough to make her not notice the telltale signs. “Just take a hit of whatever shit yer pumping into yer system and go pass out in a gutter somewhere, alright? I don’t see how my music is any concern a’ yours considerin’ you blast yer own noise all the damn time.”

[askthestonerfreak-blog]

“Yeah yeah yeah, take cracks at me whatever, but it’s just that you’re normally quiet and shit. It’s weird that suddenly, you’re the loudest fucker in this building right now. And I wan’t sleeping, fuck that noise. I blast my music to get my head out of the clouds and shit, like if I’m pissed or something.” He raised an eyebrow, seems like this chick knew a little more than he thought. Probably not as dumb as he thought. 

[6c7b8b-blog]

“Ain’t a law against doing shit folks don’t expect of you. Figured you’d know that.” Moving her hand from its death grip on the door frame she rested her weight against it instead, since standing was proving to cause the hallway to spin. “So wot, you sober enough tonight that my music’s botherin’ ya? An’ don’ look at me like that, I ain’t an idiot an’ I seen enough addicts to know wot ta look for.”

[askthestonerfreak-blog]

Damn noise. Soul was minding his own fucking business in his apartment and then some fucking douche blasts music? What do they think they’re doing. At this point Soul had not...

[6c7b8b-blog]

Soul: Damn noise. Soul was minding his own fucking business in his apartment…

[6c7b8b-blog]

 “An’ wot? I’m s’posed ta give two shits that I’m interrupting yer beauty sleep? Fuck off.” Bates knew an addict when she saw one, even her intake of whiskey hadn’t been enough to make her not notice the telltale signs. “Just take a hit of whatever shit yer pumping into yer system and go pass out in a gutter somewhere, alright? I don’t see how my music is any concern a’ yours considerin’ you blast yer own noise all the damn time.”

[askthefishycolor]

stop wITH tHe pORN }

[hotrodhotdamn-deactivated201303]

nah

[6c7b8b-blog]

(((The threesome is nothing. I am ruined forever. I have seen Alvin and the Chipmunks Slash. There is nothing left for me in this world. Ruin and destruction are all that await.)))

[askthestonerfreak-blog]

Damn noise. Soul was minding his own fucking business in his apartment and then some fucking douche blasts music? What do they think they’re doing. At this point Soul had not been sober for a good while, in fact he’d be arrested immediately for what he keeps in his apartment. He makes a lot of...

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Bates didn’t normally get drunk, partly due to her high alcohol tolerance and partly due to the fact that she didn’t normally drink an entire bottle of Ladybank Single Malt in one sitting. Of course, she’d needed a drink to calm down after talking to her Uncle, not her Father, noooo, of course not. Him, talk to his only child after she’d fled the country because of him? CRAZY TALK! She’d been quite content, or at least as content as drunken, angry Irishwomen could get, dancing around her apartment in a tank top, boxer shorts and alligator slippers, empty bottle of whiskey still clutched in her hand.

  She was forcibly dragged from her stupor when someone chose to knock on her door… well; knock might have been putting it lightly. It sounded more they they’d tried to break the door down and then given up. Sliding on her floors towards the door she swung it open, free hand gripping the doorframe as she glared at the person who’d interrupted her night. She was a sight, ginger hair, freckles, all height and boney limbs wrapped up in an aura that promised death and pain to anyone who angered her. “Wot the fuck do you want?”

[askpossessiveplatinum-blog]

6c7b8b replied to your post: (( wowowowowow haven’t been online in a while who…

Bates is hammered right now if you think you’ve got a character that can deal with an angry, drunk Irish woman.

I think I’ve got just the guy for that! Just unsure...

[6c7b8b-blog]

(((Sure)))

[askpossessiveplatinum-blog]

6c7b8b replied to your post: (( wowowowowow haven’t been online in a while who…

Bates is hammered right now if you think you’ve got a character that can deal with an angry, drunk Irish woman.

I think I’ve got just the guy for that! Just unsure of how to start the conversation. ))

[6c7b8b-blog]

(((Well, Bates is at her apartment blasting Chopin music at three in the morning. If your character could afford to live in a nice apartment building they could complain about the noise?)))

[6c7b8b-blog]

Yeah, that’s it! What’s the point of owning a $5000 bottle of whiskey if you ain’t gonna drink it in a fit of depression and rage? Good thing I keep y liquor cabinet stocked with the good shit… hate to get hammered on that sugary crap. 

[fc0a2e-blog]

You know what ya need to do?

You gotta smash something! Like a tiny glass statue of a cherub or somethin’!

Just break some stuff!

[6c7b8b-blog]

I don't have any shit like that though...

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S’alright. I only drank an entire bottle of Ladybank Single Malt, I mean sure I’ll feel it in the morning, but right now? I’m feel fucking glorious! I’m free of those fuckers now, they cut all ties with me. I mean sure, I can’t ever go home, but who’d want to?

[fc0a2e-blog]

>only an entire bottle

Yeah that’s the spirit!

Who needs ‘em! Certainly not you!

[6c7b8b-blog]

Yeah, that's it! What's the point of owning a $5000 bottle of whiskey if you ain't gonna drink it in a fit of depression and rage? Good thing I keep y liquor cabinet stocked with the good shit... hate to get hammered on that sugary crap.