BANG BANG!

Here's how it goes, it's about who you know. If you got money, you get in for free. { indie ocs } [written by LJ]

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survivaltalent:

the love we share seems to go nowhere,                                                                                    and i’ve lost my light, for i toss and turn,

                                                    i can’t sleep at night.

hey i remade this blog go follow me bye

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survivaltalent:

the love we share seems to go nowhere,                                                                                    and i’ve lost my light, for i toss and turn,

                                                    i can’t sleep at night.

hey i remade this blog go follow me bye

[smellyourintention-deactivated2]

HIATUS WARNING.

so, uh, my laptop had to go in for repairs because the fan died, which means i won’t be available until it comes back. because the repair has to happen elsewhere, the estimated arrival date is FEB. 2ND.

consider me on hiatus until then. i apologize for the inconvenience.

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allianceofficer:

❝   I  DON’T  KNOW  what  you’re  talking  about.   ❞

“you know exactly what i’m talking about, kaidan.”

“where did you put my trinkets? who cares if i stole it, that was before i joined you guys.”

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“You made your bed.”

“Now die in it.”

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hiatus until probably 12/15

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lovingvoices:

“buddy,” he inhales softly. god, luke came out of the womb troubled. he wishes he knew what the right thing to do was. he just wants to shield him from the world and protect him from everything but… “that’s not true. jello’s like that too. and jakey can’t get through the day without his anxiety medication. i have to find a matching pair of socks before i go to work every day or it stresses me out until i get home.” he looks at him and swallows. “everyone has their stuff, lulu. it’s just that people like you and jello show it more than others. it doesn’t make you weird, or abnormal, it just makes you… more honestly you than most people.” 

“yeah, but jello’s cute,” he shudders as he says it, “and jake has friends.” he knows he’s just being difficult, but he can’t help it. it’s not as simple as dan is making it out to be. “and you have dad. i have jared and no one likes jared. except me.” and it’s not like he’s blaming jared for that, it just sucks to have one friend. especially when that friend is as big a loser as you.

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lovingvoices:

“i don’t have a job because i don’t want a job actually, but thanks for the vote of confidence.” she rolls her eyes and flops down beside her. “look. okay. i’ll do something you want me to do if you agree to go with me tonight and stop being a boring loser.”

“you literally just said ‘fuck responsibility’. you can’t judge me for that.” she watches her and lets out a long sigh. “alright. if you at least hang out with me while i clean my apartment on sunday, i’ll go with you tonight.” a pause. “and i reserve the right to leave you for the dogs if you get blackout drunk.” not that she ever actually would.

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lovingvoices:

dan moves into the freezer and grabs a tub of ice cream and when his son responds like that… he takes a seat at the island in the center of the kitchen and swallows. “do you really think you’re crazy?” he asks, taking the lid off the ice cream and biting his lip. “why do you think that?”

he sits on the other side of the island and props his head up on his palm, watching his father with his ever stoic face. he looks away at the questions and shrugs, not answering for a moment, and when he finally does, it comes out much sadder than he means.

“no one else has to do weird stuff to get through the day,” he mumbles, lifting his head so he can cross his arms. “no one gets why i have to do stuff a certain way or why i don’t like being touched or... or why i’m so scared of stuff. i’m not normal.”

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lovingvoices:

“look. it’s only creepy if you think about it, okay?” she rolls her eyes. “ew. fuck responsibility april, we’re too young for that shit. come on. you need to live a little, your life is so boring.”

“katie, this is why you don’t have a job.” or friends. she keeps the last part to herself as she tries with all of her might not to roll her eyes. “i’ll consider going with you.”

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lovingvoices:

“you are not crazy.” he says warmly. “you are perfectly normal. and there is nothing wrong with you.” he smiles and pulls him in for a hug before standing back up to his full height and leading him into the kitchen. “does jared think you’re crazy?”

luke doesn’t say anything as he hugs back (somewhat reluctantly), chewing on his lower lip and mulling over dan’s words. he follows him soundlessly and flushes lightly pink at the question, shrugging. he knows he won’t get away with not answering, so he begrudgingly replies. “i don’t know. probably not.” a pause. “but everyone thinks jared is crazy too.”

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lovingvoices:

“okay, firstly, you suck. secondly, you are coming with me. there are so many desperate drunk girls at those things, april. it’s guaranteed sex. not to mention, free booze and good music. come on, what’s holding you back? do you hate fun or…?”

“that’s a really creepy thing to say, katie.”

“and no, i don’t hate fun. i’m just a responsible adult, is all.”

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lovingvoices:

“well. angelica is obviously not a very good friend. and i’ll tell you what,” he lowers his voice. “she sounds like a little bit of a jerk.” he raises his eyebrows as he pulls back, stooped down to his son’s level. “so. forget what she said. ghosts are real and you’re not crazy.” he smiles. “do you want some ice cream?”

“i know,” he replies quietly, scrunching up his face some as he takes in his father’s words. he looks away and juts his lower lip out in a pout, crossing his arms over his chest. “i might be crazy,” he mumbles before looking at him again and nodding.

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lovingvoices:

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“what are you doing tonight?” she puts up a finger to interrupt any sincere response. “i’ll tell you what you’re doing tonight. you are crashing a sorority party with me.”

“katie, i am not crashing a sorority party with you. never mind that i wouldn’t crash a normal party with you, i’m definitely not crashing a sorority one.”

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lovingvoices:

“well, maybe we should introduce angelica to uncle casper, huh?” 

“i tried to tell her about casper and she told me i was crazy.”

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“pops, angelica tried to tell me today that ghosts aren’t real and that the ghostbusters are just tricking people.”

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lovingvoices:

tears fill his eyes as she speaks. no one… no one reacted like this when it happened. he looks at her, grinding his jaw. he doesn’t want to admit that he isn’t okay. he doesn’t want to admit that he still doesn’t feel worth much at all. she’s right, he can’t just shrug this off, but he wants to. god, he wants to. how stupid is he? “you don’t know who i am now.” he mutters, wiping some tears away. “you don’t know the stupid shit i’ve done, april. i..” he inhales deeply, shaking his head. 

“i don’t care, jared! okay?! you could tell me that you killed kennedy and i’d still care about you because you’re my brother, you’re my family, and i will always care about you.” she tries not to sound angry, but he just doesn’t get it. “you don’t deserve to die, no matter what you did, okay? you deserve a full life.”