&&—it's just bebopulation

[satansonmyside]

I know I just called you dude but I’m trying to flirt with you

[dodgingworries-blog]

@trampbennett

[00807x]

forgive me father for I have sinned in all the coolest and most glamorous ways possible

[exceptionals]

me after doing some impulsive shit that i know im gonna regret later: its called being spontaneous

[rainie-beau-deactivated20200830]

dodgingworries‌:

dodger: oof, too bad for you kid cause it looks like i just did

dodger: nice to meet you, rainie. name’s dodger

dodger: just forget you heard anything about anything and we’ll go our separate ways, yeah?

Rainie: Dodger? That’s a sketchy name

Rainie: Yeah, not gonna happen

Rainie: You gotta tell me what you’re going to do

[dodgingworries-blog]

dodger: gee thanks.

dodger: just helpin a friend’a mine out

dodger: nothin too wild

dodger: don’t judge a book by it’s sketchy cover

[bobtheincredible]

Running through a mental list of the things he needs to buy at the supermarket (because he always never felt the need to write it down), Bob squinted in confusion at what the person in front of him said to him. “What?” he said, his brows wrinkled in confusion. He may have been looking at his companion, but his mind was definitely far from the present. Except for maybe now, as he tried to remember what it was they were talking about…

[dodgingworries-blog]

dodger had been deep in his own thoughts when the fellow beside him piped up, catching him off-guard. “bwuh?” he blinked, gaze flicking from the pavement. he felt a bit dazed, honestly, and furrowed his brow. “uh. i didn’t say nothin’.” he admitted, running a hand through his sandy blonde hair. it was then that if occurred to him that perhaps he’d been muttering aloud to himself, something dodge didn’t do often and usually kept note of when he did. “an’ if i did, it wasn’t nothin’ important.”

[rainie-beau-deactivated20200830]

dodgingworries‌:

dodger: uhh

dodger: wrong number mayhaps?

dodger: who’s this

dodger: curiosity killed the cat, ya know

dodger: best to keep your nose outta where it don’t belong

Rainie: you can’t just leave me hanging like that

Rainie: my name is Rainie, who are you

Rainie: but, satisfaction brought it back

[dodgingworries-blog]

dodger: oof, too bad for you kid cause it looks like i just did

dodger: nice to meet you, rainie. name’s dodger

dodger: just forget you heard anything about anything and we’ll go our separate ways, yeah?

[jakegyllenhaal]

[dodgingworries-blog]

@peglees

[rainie-beau-deactivated20200830]

dodgingworries‌:

dodger: so you remember the plan, yeah?

dodger: it’s foolproof, one of a kind

dodger: a real dodge special.

dodger: it’ll go off without a hitch ‘long as you stick to the plan.

Rainie: Excuse me?

Rainie: What are you talking about?

Rainie: Though I am curious now, sir.

[dodgingworries-blog]

dodger: uhh

dodger: wrong number mayhaps?

dodger: who’s this

dodger: curiosity killed the cat, ya know

dodger: best to keep your nose outta where it don’t belong

[aarontveit]

RANDOM GARETH RITTER GIFS: 108 / ∞

[dodgingworries-blog]

@rainie-beau

dodger: so you remember the plan, yeah?

dodger: it’s foolproof, one of a kind

dodger: a real dodge special.

dodger: it’ll go off without a hitch ‘long as you stick to the plan.

[kristxff-bjxrgman]

“Alpha-linolenic acid? Does anyone even know what this means?” Kristoff muttered as he scanned a container of dog food. Noticing that he wasn’t alone, he looked up and immediately added, “Do you know anything about this?”

[dodgingworries-blog]

dodger had grown up in a very dog-friendly household until he was a strapping 15 years of age. he absolutely knew a thing or two about dogs. what he didn’t know a thing or two about was whatever it was this kid just spewed out of his mouth. raising his brows and his shoulders in unison, dodger blew out a sigh. “uh, i ain’t got zero clues on no alpha...linoleum acid or whatever. whaddaya lookin’ for, exac’ly?”

[aarontveit]

RANDOM MIKE WARREN GIFS: 315 / ∞

[sunflorally]

[dodgingworries-blog]

@trampbennett @girlrags

[lovelyladydarling]

dodgingworries‌:

dodger was, for lack of better wording, so fucking ready to get totally shitfaced. absolutely schnockered. it had been a really long week and slipping away to get drunk off his ass at a seedy bar where noone knew his name sounded like heaven. the absolute best course of action, no doubt.

halfway to the bar counter, however, he heard someone call his name. he winced. who the fuck-? he turned on his heel towards the voice only to find- “oof.” with his usual swagger, dodger made his way over to where lady was sat, undoubtedly a few drinks in judging by the way she’s called out to him. “miss lady, what’s a pretty lil’ socialite like yourself doin’ in a shithole like this?” he echoed, taking it upon himself to sit with her.

dodger’s fingers twitched, drumming absently against the wooden table. “you don’t look so hot, chickadee. you upset or somethin’?” he hummed, debating ordering the alcohol he’d come in for. maybe it was better to stay sober for this? at least for now.

Lady had nearly forgotten she’d called Dodger over to her until he appeared in her wobbly peripheral vision. She turned her entire body to face him and rested her elbow on the scuffed bartop, propping her head up with her hand. Her blinking was slow and her head felt congested. In Lady’s swirling brain, the best way to fix that was to take another drink off her gin and tonic and throw a lazy smile in Dodger’s direction to show just how level-headed she was in that moment. 

She swallowed a hiccup. “Don’t look so hot? That is not a very nice thing to say to me in my clearly fragile state. Probably tell me I look hot instead and then ask me what’s wrong or something,” she said, her words sloshing together. She licked her lips and balled her hand into a fist for a moment, closing her eyes to steady herself before blinking them open again to look at Dodger. 

“Listen,” she started, sucking in a deep breath. She patted the seat next to her and motioned for him to sit down in big, over-exaggerated arm movements. “You, sit. We, talk. What are you doing in this bar? What am I doing in this bar? What is anyone doing in this bar? You tell me,” she rambled, swirling the half melted ice around in her cup. She straightened up a little bit before slumping back down and looking over at Dodger with solemn eyes. 

“Can this conversation stay in this bar, Dodge? I know we…with Mike…but I need this to stay right here,” she said, forcefully jabbing her finger into the bar to drive her point home. “Right here, with us.” 

[dodgingworries-blog]

when the bartender finally asked him for his order, dodger took it upon himself to order a few glasses of water alongside his beer. the slurring of his friend’s words was enough to tell him that she would have one nasty hangover if she didn’t hydrate something fierce.

“sorry, sorry. don’t mean ta seem rude, a’course ya look hot. you’re beautiful. absolutely gorgeous, darlin’.” and at this point there’s a soft grin curving dodge’s lips. “all i meant was that you look like you ain’t feelin’ too great. got somethin’ on your mind.” and then, softer and a hair more serious, “an’ i’m here ta listen, if talkin’s somethin’ you wanna do.”

and with lady’s exaggerated gestures, dodger moved to sit beside her on a barstool. and at her somewhat rambled question, he hummed. “well. me? personally? i came here ta get shitfaced. drunk outta my gourd. you look like you’re doin’ the same.” at her next words, however, dodger’s expression softened, nodding his head. “yeah. this can just be between the two of us, i’m good at keepin’ secrets, yeah? pinky promise. cross my heart an’ all that jazz.”

[l0sergrrl]

a starter for @dodgingworries

a catch up between the two best friends had been long overdue, and it was safe to say they’d spent the whole night making sure that they compensated for the loss of time. this one had been a roaring success — not like the last time they tried to do this… you know, that one night tramp dares not ever utter a word of. if tramp bennett’s emotions were closed off, those that belonged to dodger holmes were on lockdown, guarded by the fbi. all that he had tried to do was get through to him, and it ended up the catalyst to their first (and only) real fight. tramp wouldn’t make that mistake again.

after way too many hours at the bar, they stumble back to the apartment building, stopping every so often to bend at the waist laughing over something or nothing. soon, though, the talking slows and conversation lulls. they’re tired, already feeling the hangover, and the walk back home just seems to be getting further and further. 

“ugh— come here,” tramp decides, giving up the journey for a break and sitting on the curb. “jesus christ. i can’t drink like i used to. are we gettin’ fuckin’ old, dodge?”

[dodgingworries-blog]

tramp bennett was, without a doubt, dodger’s best friend. they’d been through some shit together, the latest of which was dodger’s fault. and really, he was grateful that tramp had forgiven him for it. dodger really didn’t know what he would’ve done if tramp had decided fuck it and turned him away the day he’d shown up on the doorstep of their once-shared apartment with a fumbled excuse for an apology. he wouldn’t have blamed him if he had, though. he would’ve deserved it.

and yet, here they were, drunk and stumbling toward said apartment. and when tramp moved to sit on the curb, dodger’s face scrunched a bit and he moved to clumsily sit beside his friend, leaning into him a bit. “mmh, speak f’ yourself, bud. i could still chug a few more,” he teased, grin tugging at his lips. “maybe you’re gettin’ fuckin’ old, but me? nah. i’m stayin’ young forever.” and that confident, cool facade faltered when a car with particularly bright headlights drove by, causing dodge to squint and groan out a dissatisfied “*grhg.*”

[pariztexas-deactivated20210721]

The Sting (1973) dir. George Roy Hill

[buffysummers]