âi cannot believe avery betrayed me like this.â
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              âi cannot believe avery betrayed me like this.â
đ© + how on earth did u make such hellspawn
lillian wells (née reese)mother, age 42
             her eyes narrow, and she clicks her tongue the second the question is asked.a good response, naturally.lillian knows full well they arenât speaking of the angels she breeds and gives away to people who ask her to, as they were trained to be the nicest pokĂ©mon they could possibly be.
so this ever so rude person has to be talking about the other problem in her life, the one that latched her so tightly onto a man she had no cares for. the damned boy.
âthat boyâs all his father.â she huffs, rolling green eyes. âi doubt a single drop of me is in that boy. heâll be the exact same, no matter what he says. warm words and cold actions.â
Send me a đ© for my muses mother to answer any question
Alternatively send me đš for the father to answer any question
[Text]: And he probably thinks Iâm in love with him but after three shots of Patron you love anything
[txt] if heâs fuckinâ bothering you dump the shot over his head like one of those bitches from the real housewifes of norite[txt] if he tries fucking with you without permission after that call me and iâll come and fuck his ass up[txt] i mean unless those shots rlly are makin u love him[txt] just remember its the alcohol makin him a 10, heâs probably a 4 and a half[txt] do you wanna wake up next to that
[Text]: This electrician is just ripping my house apart and Iâm too hungover to ask questions
[txt] not the electrician but itâs nice to know iâm the first person youâll come to if someone is in your house under the guise of being the electrician.[txt] have fun with no hot water[txt] see ya drazie â€
Yet Another TFLN Meme
[Text]: it glows. i had to have it. [Text]: i stole nothing, broke nothing, and stabbed nothing. arenât you proud of me? [Text]: you told me your favorite colors were âpinkâ âno pantsâ and âMexican foodâ [Text]: I stared at him for a solid five minutes because he looked like what I imagine god would look like if god was a lumberjack [Text]: YOU CANT FOOL THE TOILET [Text]: This electrician is just ripping my house apart and Iâm too hungover to ask questions [Text]: I think my nap took me to another dimension [Text]: i think i just encouraged him to glue googly eyes to my boobs [Text]: I am going to MURDER whoever gave him my phone number but it was probably drunk me so Iâm conflicted. [Text]: I SHOULD NOT BE HAVING AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS OVER PIZZA [Text]: i crashed through a building. if that counts then yes, i went out with a bang. [Text]: He tried to do the do on me last night and my exact words were âstay away from my princess parts. theyâre renovating.â [Text]: It hurts to hear and I can smell shapes. [Text]: If we tried baptizing you I feel the water would start boiling around you. [Text]: The real estateâs complaint had the words âloud squealing at 2amâ in it. Then I remembered that was me spoon feeding you guys old potato salad while you screeched like baby birds. Great night. [Text]: Your level of morning after guilt is too much right now. Do less. [Text]: was it mean of me to chase him screaming âDO YOU EVER WANT TO BE ABLE TO HAVE CHILDREN?!â [Text]: I could not handle jail. And my very angry parents. [Text]: If my eyeballs could make a sound to describe how they feel they would just say uhhhhhhhhggggggghhhhhh. [Text]: Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today? [Text]: I was a bouncer for about 90 seconds until the real bouncers figured out that I was doing their job [Text]: And he probably thinks Iâm in love with him but after three shots of Patron you love anything [Text]: I had to assert my dominance as Alpha Drunk. [Text]: i said good morning to each one of his abs personally [Text]: A true measure of a good friend is how long they respond to their friends drunken illogical texts. Youâre a champ. [Text]: Apparently Iâm a âfire hazardâ [Text]: Just did shrooms. Donât feel shit! Wsasted 40 bucks on this! Nothingâs happenig except for this little gnome on my shoulder and the couch is melting. Fuckin waste of money. [Text]: I hit him with a car. Nothing says I hate you more than backing into someone with a fucking car. [Text]: do you ever just look around and think about how great it is to have depth perception? Like itâs really, really cool when u think about it [Text]: Well Iâm about 60% wine, 30% pure rage and 10% tears at the moment and Iâm disappointed in how little alcohol is in me [Text]: im half tempted just to scoot up to him and whisper âIâm not wearing underwearâ but idk if thats a heartfelt apology [Text]: Ducking stuck downtownâŠall the fuxkig roads are blixkded [Text]: weâre making bets on your personal life [Text]: Let me begin my 3 part apology by saying that you are a wonderful human beingâŠ
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five -Â my muse will send your muse a drunk, emotional text
[txt] THE FfFUCKING[txt] WHWY WHY WHY[txt] IVE BEEN HERE TOO MILLON YERASÂ [txt] WYH WOTJN IT TURN ON
SEND ME AÂ â AND IâLL GENERATE A NUMBER FOR ONE OF THE FOLLOWING:
one: my muse will send a text confessing their feelings for yourâs two: my muse will call your muse confessing their feelings for someone else three: my muse will leave your muse a note the morning after four: my muse will send your muse a drunk, suggestive text five: my muse will send your muse a drunk, emotional text six: my muse will send your muse a text not meant for them seven: my muse will leave your muse a tearful voicemail eight: my muse will call yourâs about an emergency nine: my muse will call your muse to tell them everything they love about them ten: my muse will call your muse to invite them somewhere eleven: my muse will text your muse âriddlesâ to guide them to a mystery date spot twelve: my muse will send your muse suggestive pictures thirteen: my muse will send a fluffy text while half-asleep
âItâs Avery,â he corrected, not even trying to suppress the sly smile that appeared when hearing mention of the otherâs apparently bottomless wallet. Not that he couldnât afford to buy them for himself, but drinks always did taste sweeter when they were free.Â
âAnd a cocktail will be fine. Any kind will do.â
He planned on sampling the entire menu, after all.
              his typical grin, resembling that of the cheshire cat, appears when the other introduces himself. avery, huh? a fitting name for someone with the appearance of a fairy. though the meaning was something more related to elves, no?
âa cocktail, huh?â kaspar turns to the bartender, smiling to his eyes. âyâhere that? a jack rose and a tequila sunrise, thank you very much.â
he places his chin in his hands whilst he waits, turning his eyes back to the pretty boy beside him. âso then, avery, i guess itâs nice for me to introduce myself since you oh so kindly did. kasparâs the name.â
âI am currently dating a tall bottle of Jack Daniels.â
              âi donât fuckinâ blame you, draze.â kaspar laughs, gulping down the cup of coke and scotch. âwith the fuckinâ way the world is, canât fuckinâ blame you.â
âHalloween? More like Hallowe-âre getting fucked up.â its not even october--
               âhoo boy. what sort of fucked up are we getting?â he snickers, taking yet another sip from the bottle of beer heâd bought. âthe kind where we both drink âtil we donât remember or am i going to remember my encounter with you, pinky? i like the second, personally.â
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               âwas worth a shot, pretty boy.â she shoots a wink, before signalling the bartender. âwhatâs your poison, pinky? iâve got all night and plenty of money to waste on alcohol.â
Drunk/Drinking Starters
âI do not get drunk-- I get awesome.â
âI didn't fall... the floor just needed a hug. â
âWanna know what rhymes with drunk? Sex. â
âNothing tastes as good as drunk feels.â
âI've had... eleventy twelve beers.â
âI've been cheating on you with a guy named Morgan. He's a captain.â
âI'm not as drunk as I use to was.â
âHalloween? More like Hallowe-âre getting fucked up.â
âWhat do you expect me to do- I'm drunk!â
âBut then I remember that alcohol existed.â
âItâs not called slurring your words. Itâs called talking in cursive and itâs fucking elegant.â
âIâm totally walking straight, but this damn Earth is drunk!â
âIf you canât suck a cigarette, you sure as hell canât suck a dick!â
âI wanna bae you up.â
âYou're so drunk when I'm pretty.â
âIt's 10;30 and I'm already fucking wastedâŠâ
âI'm almost sober...â
âWe are best friends now. Yeah c'mere, let's get drunk again.â
âWhy do people wear boxers? Theyâre just like small pants.â
âI am currently dating a tall bottle of Jack Daniels.â
âIâm in Pirates of the Caribbean right now..â
âTake me drunk Iâm home.â
âLetâs go dress up like Batman and Robin and patrol the neighborhood.â
âYour kitchen is so far away. Who designed this shit?â
âYour cat... has it always had a German accent?â
send my muse a pick up line
Weâre going to dance to one song, then go back to my apartment and fuck.
You might be asked to leave soon. You are making the other women look bad.
What do I have to do to be your booty call?
What has 36 teeth and holds back the Incredible Hulk? My zipper.
With my IQ and your body, we could make a race of superchildren!
When Iâm older, Iâll look back at all of my crowning memories, and Iâll think of the day my children were born, the day I got married, and the day that I met you.
That outfit would look great in a crumpled heap on my bedroom floor tomorrow morning.
Since weâve been told to reduce waste these days, what you say we use these condoms in my pocket before they expire.
Your ass is so nice that it is a shame that you have to sit on it.
Were do you hide your wings?
Sit on my lap and weâll get things straight between us.
Sit on my face and let me get to ânoseâ you better?
You know what material this is? [Grab your shirt] Boyfriend material.
There are 265 bones in the human body. How would you like one more?
Your shirt has to go, but you can stay.
Hey, tie your shoes! I donât want you falling for anyone else.
Wanna play midget boxing? You get down on your knees and give me a couple blows!
Your place or mine? Tell you what? Iâll flip a coin. Head at my place, tail at yours.
Would you like Gin and platonic, or do you prefer Scotch and sofa?
So, what are the chances of my balls slappinâ your ass tonight?
Weâll probably never see each other again, so letâs screw.
Wanna play âkiteâ? I lay down, you blow and weâll see how high you can make me.
Will you be my girlfrien? I left out the âdâ cause youâll get that later!
Which is easier? You getting into those tight pants or getting you out of them?
The FBI wants to steal my penis. Can I hide it inside you?
So, what are the chances that we can engage in anything more than just conversation?
You make me wish I werenât gay!
Writes on a napkin: âSmile if you want to have sex with me.â
The only reason I would kick you out of bed would be to fuck you on the floor.
Wanna play Army? I lay down and you blow the hell outta me.
What is your favorite color? [Color] Mine too! Seems like we are soulmates.
Will you marry me for just one night?
Wanna play carnival? You sit on my face and I guess how much you weigh.
The only thing I want between our relationship is latex.
What are you doing tonight beside me?
Wanna fuck like bunnies?
Try me once and if you donât like it, what have you wasted?
What, six hours of your life? Itâd be more if you want foreplay.
You know the more I drink, the prettier you get!
You look like trash, may I take you out?
@phcnic
              âoh yes. tell me more.â the sarcasm drips off his words as he sits across from a blue haired man scoffing down food like it was his last supper. presumably, he was just taking advantage of kasparâs generosity to pay for someone else and ordering the most expensive food. or.. the most food. who knows. he doesnât, but his wallet very much will.
the man had helped him out, all he was doing was paying him back. this was hardly a random act of kindness, there was no chance that the ghost specialist was nice enough to do that, despite his otherwise friendly nature.
but sweet arceus, this man could eat. itâs either that or heâs just been saved by a homeless man who just needed a snack. either way, if the paparazzi catch him, itâll look good on his behalf. a chance to add some good to that reputation of his.
âso what were you saying? something about a lillipup?â he raises the tea cup to his lips after asking, not breaking eye contact once while taking a sip out of the drink. âplease, tell me. iâm absolutely dying to know.â
@cherryspring
               a bored sigh is huffed out, long legs kick back and forth as he sits atop a park bench, clearly lifting his upper body a bit in order to keep his feet from sliding across the ground. days off were the worst. kaspar absolutely despised them because it meant that it was unlikely for a trainer to be coming to challenge them, and if there was, usually it ended quickly by one of the other eliteâs hands if he wasnât chosen to fight first.
b o r i n g.
everythingâs absolutely boring. battles arenât something he likes doing outside of work unless heâs recognised, in that case he enjoys showing off, since he is an elite four and itâs always fun to flex that power over people that he has. sure, heâs no champion but he definitely wields his own power, as does the other three of their lovely quartet.
and what a lovely quartet it is, with the person heâs spotted walking across the street. heâd recognise that shortie (in his eyes, anyway!) anywhere.
âmy my, isnât it my favourite shrimp!â he calls, walking over with his usual shit eating grin, cat like eyes narrowed. âenjoying your break, are we?â
yooo i just woke up so like this for a starter!! no cap atm