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independent & private ( aged up ) butch jojo from cartoon network's 1998 powerpuff girls. written by zackary. est 6/24/16

[baronruff]

me: says im returning also me: never does me, ten years later: yoooo wassup lmao

[baronruff]

who...... tf do i follow aaa.

[baronruff]

god, i haven’t been here in ages.

[beermosa-deactivated20160316]

[baronruff]

rOLLS AROUND

[thelovejournals]

I want to fill my mouth with your name.

Pablo Neruda  (via thelovejournals)

[baronruff]

❝ don’t do that. you look pathetic. ❞   a smile hints and tickles at the corner of his lips, but he thins his mouth and stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jeans and swears on his menial life he isn’t gonna flash a smile for the likes of steve harrington. not a fucking chance.   ❝ stop dancing or i’ll blacken both your eyes right now. ❞      @selfindulge | sc

[theboywhocameback-deactivated20]

@baronruff

“I don’t think that’s legal.”

[baronruff]

he takes a long, slow drag off that cigarette before blowing the smoke into the airspace above the boy’s head.   ❝ c’mon, little guy. whatcha so worried for? no one’s gonna know. i mean, i won’t go running to your mama if you don’t. ❞   they’d already come this far, why turn back now? the local police weren’t so threatening ; not the best, nor the brightest, in truth. even if they did catch them, the worst that might happen is a slap on the wrist. especially for the shortstack here. butch held the break in the chain-link fence a bit wider.   ❝ come on, i’ll protect ya.   promise. ❞

[baronruff]

chosenforthis: To make this angsty or funny that is the question hmmm

suck it up maLFOy

[baronruff]

how many stranger things blogs can i follow tbh

[baronruff]

❝ you whine like a petulant child,   ya know that? ❞   he wasn’t much in the way of a wordsmith, but every now and again, butch could muster up something he’d heard out of the mouth of one of his parents. by and large, their influence over him still clung heavily, like the unshakable parasites they were ; able to recite them verbatim and their fluidity with conversation, if need be. it were something of a talent he’d picked up since childhood   --   mimicking others. absorbing from them what might help him seem normal enough to tackle the world one day.   ❝ are you planning to get up any time soon, or should i expect you to be stuck to that bed all day? ❞      @chosenforthis | sc

[baronruff]

i’ve forgotten how to do this so, if anyone’s still alive out there, like this for a starter of varying size.

[icedmacha]

leona lewis // happy.

[fxckingdegenerate]

[baronruff]

he nurses a small, stolen bottle of whiskey, letting it soothe the pain that echoes from bloodied, broken knuckles. he will mend   --   he always does. yet anything to sate the feeling, any feeling at all, does well by him. green eyes stalk her face ; this porcelain doll, doused in her own scars and parading within the hollow of her own demons. she is pretty, he decides. too pretty for this. he doesn’t say anything as he watches her from across the room, sat in that dirty little corner. he’s a stranger in this familiar ballet. this lingering waltz that must be dealt with before the moon is lost. it’s better they don’t know each other’s names. better to keep this formidable distance carved between them, rigidly. he takes another swig, and sniffs sharply at the rot beginning to churn in the air. surely such a stench were festering there, in this abandoned hellhole, long before they showed up to bury bodies. surely.      @murderfiend​ | sc

[jesusscrying]

[moan-s]