bcngerz

20+ private indie rp blog You learn a couple things when you get to my age Like friends don't lie and it all tastes the same in the dark When your vinyl and your coffee collection is a sign of the times

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plot:  The walls are paper thin and i’m not even really sure how it started but every night we have conversations about our day over dinner and at this point idk why I haven’t just invited you over?

storm had just came in from a long day at the jump. this newest story line was kicking her ass, literally. she was a wwe fighter. her family has been apart of it for years now, and now she was taking charge with her own character. all the training was beyond tiring. knocking on the wall nearest to the kitchen after she made her poke bowl.  ❛ neighbor... are you there? ❜ they have started this tradition ever since she responded to the stupid show they were watching. after that, they just continued to talk as if they were friends. they were. they just never seemed to have truly met each other yet.  ❛ you know, i’m kinda wonderin’ why you haven’t come over and have a real dinner with me. we basically do it everyday anyways. ❜

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wanted connections: friends, crush, friends with benefits, etc. plot: everyone thinks we’re dating even though we clearly aren’t and i don’t get  why everyone sees it?

storm was never one for affection. being the youngest and only girl with four older brothers made her incredibly tough. it was safe to say romance wasn’t in her radar. she couldn’t register people flirting to her or her flirting back. it always went over her head. ❛ so, i was talking about you to my dad and  — ❜ taking a moment to have a bite of her ice cream.  ❛ for some reason he thinks we’re dating. that’s ridiculous right? why on earth would anyone think that? ❜

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[soyalexnajera]

THIS KIND OF STUFF MAKES ME LOVE EVEN MORE GUMBALL

[frenchifries]

youre not living if youre not watching gumball

[out-of-my-interest]

♫Filth, Filth, All Around♫                                      

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i mighttt make a new blog cause i really wanna change my tagssss

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IM WORKING ON IT AHHHH

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i mighttt make a new blog cause i really wanna change my tagssss

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empathists‌:

his lips twisted into a frown as he heard her words, his head shaking from side to side as he let out a soft sigh. he could tell by the way that she spoke about her father that he was probably abusive, and a part of him was glad she ran away. she didn’t deserve to br around a bad man. and he certainly wouldn’t condemn her for leaving. “you’re safe here, okay? he can’t get to you. he’ll have no idea.” atticus assured her with a gentle smile. “i’m sorry you have to go to such extreme measures.”

his words brought a small smile to her face. atticus was being beyond sweet towards her. she barely knew the man yet she trusted him; she just knew that it would be impossible for her to stay. her father was going to find her and she didn’t want to put him in harms way for protecting her. the five days were risky enough. “i don’t want to put you in anymore trouble than i already have...” sighing as she took a sip of her drink, “it was bound to happen at some point. i’m just glad i’m old enough to help myself out of it as best as i can.”

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adrían was getting bolder. the more he learned about his father’s shady dealings… the more he had to know. the anger and the obsession weren’t healthy, he knew that much… but he couldn’t stop. he didn’t want to. he had to make sure that his father paid for all the wrongs he had done, to their family and to the great many other people effected by his actions. 

it was successful snooping that had lead him to this bank. his father often stashed his illegal money within the bank for certain periods of time- and adrían wasn’t quite sure how he was going to get into his father’s account to look at all the statements… but he was going to try. he had to try. and he had to be very, very careful. when he was finally brought into the office, he was surprised to see a woman… a somewhat… daringly dressed one at that. but she was kind enough, hospitable. adrían tried his best to figure out a plan while she talked. ❝my name is adrían rosales,❞ he replied, ❝my father is rafael rosales. he has an account here and i need to access it.❞ 

❝ ah! rafael! i knew it! ❞ she could see he resemblance, but she wasn’t entirely sure about it. the man came for business and occasionally a bit more. it was common for most men. svea was practically pimped out by her father to keep his customers happy. he got to keep massive amounts of wealth for shady people while they got the secrecy and chance with his daughter. pouring herself a drink instead considering he didn’t respond as she went back to her chair.  ❝ i knew you had to be his son, but i didn’t want to assume you know? he used to come here quite often... ❞ moving to look at the documented accounts on his father. svea looked around, but she didn’t see adrían’s name for account viewing.  ❝ that’s fine. i’m just going to need have signed documentation that you are allowed to view the account with his signature and you should be good to go. do you have it? if not, i can just give him a call and he can give verbal authorization? ❞ she wasn’t really suspecting anything from him.