'M NOT A SAINT.

𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙳 ;     𝙴𝚈𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝚈𝙴.    𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝙶𝙾 𝙱𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙳.

[baddcop]

GET     OUT     MY     WAY.     I     AIN’T     NEVER     BEEN     SAFE.

[baddcop]

new android!gavin lore just dropped !

after some discussion, android gavin is now a department android working solely in paperwork. he is unable to act directly within cases, and the reason he begins deviating is because he can’t help but assist. the cases catch his attention and he begins getting ideas, he wants to know how investigations and interrogations are going. usually, listening in on the status is easy but knowing he could have done more had he just been able to is what pushes him to act out.

unlike mainverse gavin, GV600 is amicable. he was programmed to be a friendly face for workers & suspects to interact with as necessary. after his deviation however, he’s faced with the trauma of being treated as less than and completely rejects what he is. he runs from it, removing his LED and trying to smother ever hint and clue that could lead other’s to figure out he’s an android.

he wants to be a detective though, he knows he can help and he knows he’s good at it. it’s the spark that drove him this far, but he can’t help but feel so out of place in the department. as though he isn’t meant to be there, unwanted and underestimated.

his rage as a result of his justifiable anger is just the forefront of it. his deviation has left him without a lot of his warm amicable and “easy” behavior from before, although it’s not all gone. he doesn’t want to be easy, he doesn’t want to be overlooked and looked down on. as ugly a part of him it is, he thinks if androids want to survive and be taken seriously, they can’t be themselves. That they have to hide, because if they don’t ... if they don’t then what does that mean for him? For all he’s sacrificed in favor of just being seen as a person. He’s afraid to find out what’s left of himself, he’s confused and unsure. He’s hurt and angry and fearing the worst, for once this is a problem he can’t fight and it’s killing him.

Literally the living embodiment of “Easy for you to say. When you change, you change for the better. When I change, I change for the worse.”

[julientel]

Neil sharing his thoughts about Gavin in general and his relationship with Hank before the events of the game.

[baddcop]

gavin, my beloved . . .

[baddcop]

DETROIT   POLICE   DEPARTMENT   HOMICIDE   UNIT : 

     @rxmodel​  asked :    ❝  you  don’t  give  yourself  enough  credit.  ❞

           🇮​🇹​’🇸​     🇳​🇴​🇹​     🇸​🇴​🇲​🇪​🇹​🇭​🇮​🇳​🇬​     🇭​🇪​’🇸​     🇺​🇸​🇪​🇩​     🇹​🇴​     🇭​🇪​🇦​🇷​🇮​🇳​🇬​.     many     people,     coworkers     especially,     tended     to     underestimate     him.     whether     it     be     because     of     his     domineering     behavior,     or     all     the     time     he     spent     seemingly     slacking     off     on     his     phone     at     work     he     wasn’t     sure.          (     no     care     for     all     of     the     closed     case     files     remaining     on     his     desk,     nor     the     exhaustion,     connections     and     strings     pulled     to     get     all     of     it     done     outside     of     daylight     hours.     as     far     as     the     precinct     was     concerned,     detective     gavin     reed     was     there     for     show.     )                     🇦​🇱​🇱​     🇭​🇪​     🇰​🇳​🇪​🇼​     🇮​🇸​     🇴​🇳​🇪​     🇹​🇭​🇮​🇳​🇬​     ;     🇳​🇴​     🇴​🇳​🇪​     🇸​🇪​🇪​🇲​🇪​🇩​     🇹​🇴​     🇹​🇦​🇰​🇪​     🇭​🇮​🇲​     🇸​🇪​🇷​🇮​🇴​🇺​🇸​🇱​🇾​.     receding     back     in     mind     and     body     he     finds     a     time     when     there     was     a     belief     placed     in     him,     some     kind     of     pathway     he     walked     guided     by     the     elder     that     sat     not     too     far     from     him     now.     a     broken     road     of     losing     focus     and     mental     exhaustion     in     the     face     of     human     cruelty     had     gotten     him     here.     memories     of     his     rookie     days,     of     time     spent     with     hank     learning     steady     under     his     wing,     and     fussing     over     protocol     in     desperation     to     follow     the     rules.     all     crescendoing     into     a     grand     mess,     left     in     the     wake     of     it     was     nothing     but     broken     mirrors,     like     some     ill     fated     illusion     cut     short     by     a     cruel     audience.     but     the     aim     to     pick     up     whatever     was     left     was     lost     to     gavin,     and     hank     was     lost     unto     himself.     and     whatever     path     they     took     now,     it     felt     like     there     was     no     point     doubling     back.     gavin     was     a     different     person     then,     and     so     was     hank.                🇧​🇷​🇴​🇼​🇸​     🇷​🇮​🇸​🇪​     🇮​🇳​     🇱​🇦​🇽​﹐     🇵​🇪​🇷​🇭​🇦​🇵​🇸​     🇫​🇪​🇮​🇬​🇳​🇪​🇩​     🇸​🇺​🇷​🇵​🇷​🇮​🇸​🇪​﹐     as     he     leans     back     in     his     chair.     a     look     of     near     disbelief     painted     on     tired     features     as     arms     cross     over     his     chest     and     he     scoffs,     almost     haphazardly     attempting     to     cover     his     awe     at     someone     honestly     taking     him     seriously.     let     alone     insisting,     despite     his     brutal     nature,     that     he     ought     to     give     himself     more     credit.     it     was     too     much,     too     much     and     gavin     had     no     means     of     shying     away     from     such     a     compliment     outside     of     vitriol     or     near     feigned     ego.

❛     oh     yeah ?    ...     i’ll uh keep that n’mind    ❜

[baddcop]

rkfinale​:

 Nines cringes, though he should be used to the formal speech and devoid sentences by now, having been saddled with the GV for several weeks already. Of course it doesn’t share the same sentiments, it’s a machine. It’s ones and zeros, not an amalgamation of anxiety and caffeine as the human before it is. And there it is again, the reminder that humans are different, that humans are inferior and messier than the advanced system that currently keeps him company. And honestly, it’s not wrong. Ask the job market; the androids are better and more efficient and devoid of all of the pesky emotion problems.

     “Well…consider it like this.” His lips feel dry, and he brings a hand up to his chest because his heart is racing. Another drag from the cigarette brings him just a little closer to sea level.

     “Imagine you had a task, and you were prevented from completing it. What would you do?” He waits a few beats for the rhetorical to hang in the air, runs a hand along his slacks to fidget some of his energy away. “…You figure out another plan, of course. But your mind prevents you from executing Plan B, too. And Plan C, Plan D…to the end of the alphabet and beyond.” And, go figure? The next breath out of his lungs comes just a little easier? And it seems that grappling to explain anxiety to an android is bringing him out of it, ever slowly…Would you look at that.

     “So you can’t do your tasks, and you can’t get the obstacles out of your way because the obstacle is you, it’s your own mind. So you’re just…stuck. You’re frozen.” Broken. Inferior. Just a throwaway no one wanted and wasn’t good enough. The insidious voice returns to the back of his mind, whispering around, and if he started to breathe faster again he wasn’t aware because he’s feeling very far away again suddenly and his cigarette is almost out and he needs another he needs another but his stupid hands are trembling and he can’t even ignite his lighter and stupid, he’s pathetic –

𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜   𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗   𝚊   𝚏𝚎𝚠   𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜   𝚑𝚎’𝚜   𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍.   it   was   to   be   expected   after   all   that   he’d   be   faced   with   the   scrutinizing   gaze   of   humans   in   the  station,   especially   given   his   odd   “promotion”   after   the   squad   had   no   use   for   him.   vitriol   was   to   be   expected,   but   the   gentle   moment   taken   explaining   anxieties   and   dread   to   him   was   not.   still,   he   stands   at   attention,   rigid   in   his   posture   before   taking   on   a   more   casual   position.   it’s   likely   the   appearance   had   left   the   detective   feeling   rather   on   edge,   which   was   the   opposite   of   his   intent   here.   choosing   instead   for   a   more   gentle   approach,   he   shifts   his   weight   to   one   leg   and   crosses   arms   casually   over   his   broad   chest.   there’s   a   focus   in   his   eyes   that   can’t   be   faked,   or   could   it?   it   was   hard   to   tell   these   days,   though   his   intrigue   was   genuine   it   was   in   all   the   wrong   areas.   yet,   the   slow   ease   of   tension   expelled   as   he   explains   does   not   go   unnoticed   by   GV.   perhaps   this   was   ...   assisting   in   the   ways   he   was   hoping   for,   though   how   he   wasn’t   quite   sure.

❛   ...   I   see.   ❜

𝚑𝚎   𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝,   he   simply   couldn’t   understand.   but   seeing   as   how   the   attention   of   the   detective   was   now   elsewhere,   he   decides   to   act   accordingly.   watching   idly   for   a   moment   as   he   fiddles   with   his   lighter,   something   nagging   in   the   back   of   his   mind.   shouldn’t.   he   shouldn’t.   but   he   does.

❛   ...   you   should   stop   smoking   and   come   inside,   detective.   ❜

𝚢𝚎𝚝   𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎   𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜   𝚒𝚗   𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎,   not   commanding   or   nagging,   nor   cruel.   but   tender,   prodding   and   a   quiet,   paired   with   a   knowing   sort   of   look.

❛   do   you   ...   feel   like   this   often,   detective?   ❜

[baddcop]

cont.    /    * @rkfinale​

🇸​🇴​🇫​🇹​🇼​🇦​🇷​🇪​ 🇮​🇳​🇸​🇹​🇦​🇧​🇮​🇱​🇮​🇹​🇾​. ^

𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝    𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛    𝚑𝚒𝚖,   those    comments    shouldn’t   bother    him.    yet   here    they    were   anyhow,    nagging    upon   his    system    in   the    most    incessant   way.    rational    thought   would    suggest    that   he    would    worry   for    his    partner   because    the    sole   purpose    he    was   created    was    to   keep    him    safe.   to    assist    him.   to    be    of   use    to    him.   though    the    final   way    his    system   phrases    it    fringes   on    the    unpleasant,    or   at    least    what   he    would    assume   it’d    be    if   he    could    feel.   so    he    stands   there,    unmoving    and   unbothered    by    the   chill.    hands    behind   his    back,    perfect   formation,    staring    with   near    vacant    expression    at   the    detective    as   he    speaks.    a    twitch    of   his    lips,    his   brows,    shifting    to   form    a    look   of    concern    and   confusion    as    he   tilts    his    head.

❛    androids   don’t    ...    think    like    you    do,    detective.    they   don’t    ...    feel.   the    only    things   we    process    are   our    given    tasks.   it’s    a    rather   ...    linear    thought   process.    humans    are   ...    different.    very   different.    ❜

𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗    𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑    𝚊    𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝    𝚘𝚏   𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚔,    a    cue   to    his    misunderstandings    of   the    species    itself.   illogical,    emotional,    hypocritical.    living   contradictions.    it    was   just    a    fact   of    their    existence,    after   all.    the    urge   to    bring    up   once    more    the   urgency    of    that   bad    habit    displayed   before    him    nags   at    GV600′s    systems,   though    is    abandoned   for    a    more   ...    warm    approach.  

❛    i    could    bother   you    about    the   temperature,    or    the   hazard    that    smoking   poses    to    your   health    ...        but   at    risk    of   sounding    like    connor,   I    believe    I’d   rather    ask    what   it    is    that’s   on    your    mind,   specifically.    ❜

[erregent]

                ( 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆  𝐎𝐍  𝐓𝐎  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒  ‘𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋                 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔. )

                          private / casual / hc based gavin reed of d:bh / rules

[baddcop]

rkfinale asked :   hc + Detroit

i’ve   stated   it   before,   as   has   neil   newbon,   but   gavin   isn’t   from   detroit   originally.   he   thinks   the   entire   idea   of   home   itself   is   something   you   have   to   find,   and   for   him,   that   was   detroit.   not   exactly   a   wonderful   place,   especially   after   the   introduction   of   androids   and   record   breaking   unemployment   --   (   leading   to   a   majority   of   friends   and   acquaintances   turning   to   less   than   favorable   means   of   providing.   which   is   an   entirely   different   headcanon   in   and   of   itself   )   --   but   long   story   short   :   detroit   is   gavin’s   home.  

these   were   his   stomping   grounds   at   what   he   feels   to   be   a   very   pivotal   time   in   his   growth.   a   time   in   his   life   where   he   was   racing   to   his   grave   quick   before   fowler   stepped   in.   before   his   foster   parents   took   him   in.   this   place   isn’t   his   home   just      because   he   grew   here   for   part   of   his   life,   this   is   his   city   in   his   eyes.   he’s   wanted   nothing   more   than   to   build   detroit   back   up.   as   much   as   he   tends   to   pretend   everything   rolls   off   his   back,   what   with   the   jokes   made   in   poor   taste   to   cope,   the   weight   of   the   city   falling   into   further   disarray   weights   heavy   on   his   mind.  

detroit   isn’t   gavin’s   home   because   he   grew   up   here,   it’s   his   home   because   he   chose   it.   and   he   wants   to   see   his   home   thrive,   he   wants   better   days   for   detroit   and   the   people   who   live   here   and   struggle   to   get   by.   because   he   lived   it,   he   knows   it.  

as   full   of   himself   that   gavin   is,   he   is   a   good   detective.   --   (   as   is   shown   on   his   desk   by   the   solved   case   files,   and   his   description   in   the   gallery.   )   --   and   that   determination,   ambition   and   devotion   is   something   he   holds   steadfast   to   as   one   of   his   good   qualities.   after   all,   he’s   gonna   need   to   keep   that   up   if   he   wants   to   see   detroit   become   a   better   place.

[stimman4000]

i’d like to nominate “being a twink who gets physically picked up by a man and loses the ability to think for a few minutes” to become an officially recognized emotion

[failedmission]

@baddcop​ cont. x

His LED goes from blue to gold and spins fast as he tries to comprehend where he is and how he got there. It’s not the DPD, but it does look a little like it. Just slightly… fake. And of course, split in half. He turns, and there should be a wall, but there are just people walking around, and cameras, and lights. And there’s Gavin, calling him bud (Bud? What?) and drinking what appeared to be the Taiwanese beverage of bubble tea. Strange, Connor didn’t think he’d seen him drink anything but coffee, at least in recent memory. “I’m not supposed to be here. Gavin, where are we?”

He can’t help but duck away a little in surprise when Gavin notices his LED. “Special effects? I was built with this, you know that.”

[baddcop]

          𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝     𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬     𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡     𝐚𝐬     𝐋𝐄𝐃     𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐬     𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡     𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞     𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭     𝐨𝐟     𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲,     flickering     over     his     countenance     is     an     almost     childlike     excitement     and     surprise.          ❛     no     way,     they     even     got     it     to     change     colors     too?     ...     not     supposed     to     be     here? ...     is     this     for     a     bit?     or     are     you     uh     --     jus’     tryin’     to     get     into     character     b’fore     we     start     up     for     th’day?     ❜                    𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐞     𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬     𝐢𝐧     𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞     𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬     𝐚𝐬     𝐡𝐞     𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐬     𝐮𝐩     𝐚𝐭     𝐡𝐢𝐦,     bringing     the     straw     to     his     lips     and     taking     another     hearty     sip     as     he     awaits     patiently     for     his     co-workers     to     elaborate.     not     that     he     had     any     complaints,     the     entire     crew     had     learned     quickly     just     how     familiar     the     duo     were     with     one     another.     and     certainly,     if     he     wished     to     interact     a     bit     more     as     their     characters     for     fun,     he     was     always     up     for     it.

[baddcop]

(failedmission) “… This isn’t the DPD.”

@failedmission

          ❛     uh?     not     the     DPD?     ...     you     good,     bud?     ❜           𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞,     𝐢𝐭     𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭     𝐭𝐡𝐞     𝐃𝐏𝐃.     not     exactly...     set     split     in     half     and     thoroughly     constructed     as     per     the     scenes     they     shot.     to     gavin     ---     or     rather     ---     the     man     dressed     and     playing     gavin     ---     this     was     as     close     to     the     DPD     as     they     could     get.     setting     aside     the     boba     for     a     moment     he     shifts     in     his     seat     and     offers     a     lazy     smile     as     he     looks     the     android     up     and     down.     a     note     of     the     LED     rather     than     the     green     spot     atop     the     side     of     his     head     makes     eyes     light     up     in     intrigue.                    ❛     whoa-ho-ho,     shit !     did     the     special     effects     guys     step     it     up     for     somethin’     what     is     that?          ❜

[baddcop]

SLAMS IN HERE

GUYS LISTEN: ACTOR AU

[baddcop]

❝ AHHHHH! ❞

prompt.( a )

          ❛     fuckin'     christ     !     ❜          𝐭𝐡𝐞     𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦     𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬,     but     perhaps     it     was     the     suspense.     nose     of     the     gun     trained     downwards     at     the     recognition     of     a     civilian     before     he     stuffs     it     into     the     holster     upon     his     hip.     some     call     that     night     about     someone     hanging     about     in     a     downtrodden     part     of     town,     seedy     and     heavy     with     activity.     especially     after     the     lights     went     down,     watching     with     tired     eyes     as     the     home     he     came     to     know     fell     further     and     further     down     the     rabbit     hole.     but     now     wasn't     the     time     for     reminiscing     upon     all     that     misspent     youth.           ❛     take     it     easy,     alright,     s'jus     me     .     .     .     christ.     got     a     call     about     someone     skulkin     around     here,     that     you?     .     .     .     i     mean     what     th'fuck're     you     even     doin     here?     ❜     𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧     𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠     𝐢𝐧     𝐡𝐢𝐬     𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬,     the     understanding     that     people     only     ever     came     to     this     neighborhood     for     three     reasons     :     one     ;     they     made     some     wrong     turn     and     tourists     think     this     city     won't     chew     them     up     and     spit     them     out.     two     ;     they     live     here     and     damn     near     got     no     other     options.     or     three     .     .     .     paled     gaze     checks     over     the     musician     for     signs     of     withdrawals,     would     know     them     anywhere,     personal     experience     and     not.     it     was     his     job     to     know,     after     all.           ❛     wait,     fuuuck,     don't     tell     me     .     .     .     ❜

[baddcop]

❝ how was i supposed to know there would be consequences for my actions? ❞

prompt. ( a )

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝     𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭     𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬     𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠     𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦     𝐡𝐢𝐬     𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞,     paired     along     with     the     signature     crossed     arms     o'er     wide     chest     and     the     sarcastic     nod     of     his     head.     some     ill     fated     laughter     lives     in     his     lungs,     short     and     cynical.     the     paled,     tired     gazed     of     the     detective     steeled     in     a     way     not     shown     prior.     because     now     he     was     working,     because     now     she     was     part     of     what     was     keeping     him     from     figuring     out     what     the     fuck     was     going     on     with     the     androids     in     detroit.           𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞     𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫     𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭     𝐚     𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭     𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭     𝐡𝐨𝐰     𝐟𝐚𝐫     𝐡𝐢𝐬     𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫     𝐡𝐚𝐝     𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧.      to     fail     at     such     a     task     when     it'd     taken     him     half     a     week     and     some     shakedowns     to     get     here.     in     this     interrogation     room,     staring     down     like     a     dog     on     a     hunt     at     someone     he     might've     called     his     friend     just     a     few     days     ago.     there's     a     sneer     that     flickers     across     his     lips     as     he     sinks     teeth     into     his     bottom     one     a     moment     and     lets     his    gaze     sink     in.     there     were     rules     to     this     whole     " detective "     thing,     after     all.     he     couldn't     rough     up     just     any     perp     and     get     off     scot-free.     although     he     would     like     to,     certainly.           ❛     right,     --     ❜          𝐚     𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥     𝐨𝐟     𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠     𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜,      ‘fore     he     momentarily     draws     attention     away     and     towards     the     two-way     mirror.     his     reflection     repulsive,     the     exhaustion     worn     heavy     onto     his     features     and     all     the     footwork     he'd     done,     but     he     wasn't     about     to     be     outdone     by     a     piece     of     plastic.     ego     bubbling     at     the     thought,     he     returns     his     gaze     to     her     with     renewed     fervor.

          ❛     n'jus     where     th'fuck     did     you     think     all     this     was     goin'?     ❜          𝐢𝐭’𝐬     𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝,     the     question.     trace     hints     of     soured     softness     and     a     feeling     of     betrayal.     expression     only     as     cold     as     ever     when     he     was     working,     cruel     and     bitter.

[baddcop]

i   also   have   a   venom   verse   for   gavin   in   case   any   of   you   eddie   /   venom   writers   wanted   to   have   to   deal   with   this   Awful   Awful   man   and   the   (+1)   that   lives   in   his   body. 👉👈

[boofulmemes]

brooklyn 99 prompts !

❝ love. it sustains you. it’s like oatmeal. ❞

❝ how was i supposed to know there would be consequences for my actions? ❞

❝ i wasn’t hurt that badly. the doctor said all my bleeding was internal. that’s where the blood’s supposed to be. ❞

❝ i forgot how to breathe. is it two in, one out? ❞

❝ and if you ever want a friend to sit with you and silently listen to death metal, just know i’m always here. ❞

❝ you’re fake news! sad! ❞

❝ with all due respect, i’m going to completely ignore everything you just said. ❞

❝ anyways i’m gonna cry in the bathroom. peace out, homies. ❞

❝ the phrase ‘’whodunit‘’ is a grammatical abomination. please use the proper term, a ‘’who has done this.‘’ ❞

❝ if i die, turn my tweets into a book! ❞

❝ and you can’t spell ‘’go fuck yourself‘’ without ‘’fuck you.‘’ ❞

❝ if anything i see you as a bother figure, because you’re always bothering me. ❞

❝ everything is garbage. ❞

❝ because i’m a rascal. ❞

❝ nothing good ever happens. ❞

❝ TELL ME EVERYTHING. ❞

❝ well, did you tell them i feel so bad i have a tummy ache? ❞

❝ i don’t give a hoot! ❞

❝ did you just ‘’oh, damn‘’ yourself? ❞

❝ i’m cute about everything. ❞

❝ i have decided to stop fighting it, and lean in to the fact that i’m an idiot. ❞

❝ AHHHHH! ❞

❝ i’m sorry. i’m uncomfortable with emotions. ❞

❝ you are not a boring adult. ❞

❝ ‘’be myself.‘’ what kind of garbage advice is that? ❞

❝ you and i are close, and i value your opinion. ❞

❝ my brain is broken. i haven’t slept in 72 hours. ❞

❝ social media. it’s a fool’s game, and only a fool would play. ❞

❝ if you want results, stay the hell out of my way. ❞

❝ the question was, what is it about me that screams loser? ❞

❝ i’ve said ‘’excuse me‘’ more times this morning than i have in my entire life. TWICE! ❞

❝ if i don’t see you every day, i will forget who you are. i’m like a goldfish. ❞

❝ ugh, the world’s officially upside down. ❞

❝ you interrupted the song for that? ❞

❝ the hospital called. your test results came back positive. you are a stage 5 dumbass. ❞

❝ you know what, i just remembered that i’m late to leave. gotta go, bye. ❞