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@ghostlysorrows
i have moved & compressed both my comic / regular multi’s into one.
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i have moved & compressed both my comic / regular multi’s into one.
you can find me here.
i have moved & compressed both my comic / regular multi’s into one.
you can find me here.
i have moved & compressed both my comic / regular multi’s into one.
you can find me here.
i have moved & compressed both my comic / regular multi’s into one.
you can find me here.
i have moved & compressed both my comic / regular multi’s into one.
you can find me here.
i have moved & compressed both my comic / regular multi’s into one.
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R Y A N.
“oh no, definitely not that. I am not acquainted with that term.” his face falls into seriousness, as if the mere implication of humility was preposterous. “i think you must have been the one to hit your head.”
“shut up.” her hand reaches out to gently wack him on the arm. “maybe that’s why i decided to date you. this whole relationship is built on a concussion you gave me in sophomore year of high school.” a roll of her eyes, despite her words, her limbs stretch out, arms looping around his shoulders to bring her close.
R Y A N.
“i don’t know…. I think I hit my head pretty hard… and I have this vague recollection of something heavy landing on me.”
“hmm, probably the weight of humility..?” she suggests, brows raised.
@lingeringscars
“----hey, do you remember when you ran into a literal tree and knocked me out of it?”
stcrmdoors.
@ghostlysorrows ; baby
she’d tested pepper spray out before but even so, airiana wasn’t entirely sure how comfortable she was with a stream of hot sauce being the only thing between her and the asshole who stole her car. this might be dangerous and stupid, but stupid and dangerous weren’t exactly things that were new to airiana’s play book anyways.
“HEY!!!” her foot lands against the side of the car with a loud slam. probably shouldn’t have just put a fresh dent in her own car but she was feeling jumpy. “get the fuck out of my car.” she growls lowly, pepper spray aimed only a few inches from his face through the open window.
if he had it any other way, he’d be doin’ something else right about now. maybe watching tv, delivering pizza --- a good, honest living. but ‘cause of a dumb mistake, here he was ---- makin’ more of ‘em. the violent thrash against the vehicle startles him and his hands immediately fly up off the wheel. maybe it’s reflex, maybe it’s good sense. “woah” he’s a little more than relieved to see she only has pepper spray, but that don’t mean he wants to deal with that either. “you can have it back? ---- i’m not real sure you want it, though. it’s pretty hot right now.” his tongue swipes out to wet his lips, brown eyes glued to her behind the dark shades resting on the bridge of his nose. one apple earbud hangs out of his left ear, the other dangling loosely against his chest. “like, as in the police want it. not because i stole it. well, maybe a little ‘cause i stole it. but also because its tied to a bank robbery.” smooth, real smooth.
stcrmdoors:
@ghostlysorrows
“ hey, careful ” EVERY HOME HAS ITS CHARM. on the outside, the mccool’s home looks like any other run down shit show in brownsville; weeds creep too far out into an over grown lawn and there’s a layer of dirt that’s been fermenting on the white shingles for years now that rain alone is not enough to make it budge. on the inside, bullets mingle with black and red checkers at the bottom of the toy box. and the scent of decomposing rodents mix into the draft over by the door. the silverware is mixed in with anything that’s grey or metalic looking, like paper clips or grey crayons because zeke says that everything should be organized by color because that’s what they do at school. that drawer is located two drawers down to the left of the sink. the dish washer has been broken for months now but they haven’t taken care of the dirty dishes in there yet and some of them are starting to cultivate a vibrant variety of molds. it’s good that way though because jenn likes to keep her personal stash of pills in the detergent compartment. who’s gonna go looking for uppers in a broken dishwasher anyways. but hey, EVERY HOME HAS ITS SECRETS.
“ watch your step. ” jennifer lifts one foot over a pig sized lump that looks no different than a pile of laundry left over by the front door. the only thing keeping him from fading into the messes of the house is a little boy’s hand peeking out from the edge of a blanket, clinging to its tattered threads.“zeke sleeps anywhere s’long as he has his blanket.” she murmurs, tone no louder than a whisper.
he doesn’t frequent brownsville. despite the fact that he spent a majority of his adolescence pounding every square inch of the pavement with tattered shoes, all tied up with worn out laces and ever thinning soles ---- he avoids it. he’s sure it’s due to something deeper, some back part of his brain that always sends him the opposite way, but he never entertains the thoughts for long. they’re unwanted, unwelcome, and unproductive. neither of the three put food on his table or money in his hands, so they have no place. dark eyes drift to the outside of the house, observing but not obviously so. he can’t say he’s shocked. he isn’t new to this. if anything, it’s uncomfortably familiar. he stops when she speaks, boot hovering over a lump on the floor ----- a boy. kolt steps around him, mocha hues still glued to the sleeping heap. “right.” he murmurs, gaze lifting to the hall. there’s another boy at the far end, half of his face peeked out from the door frame. their eyes meet for several drawn out seconds, like a game of who will blink first that kolt didn’t ask to play. the boy vanishes, slipping back into the room. “the other one’s jethro.” it comes out more as a statement than a question, but he’s confirming.
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wynter.
❛ —— ah, stacy ! tina wanted me t’pass along that your cookies were t’die for at the bake sale last friday ! ❜ she says in the most annoying voice following feet propped up on car’s dashboard.
—— @ghostlysorrows / S. GECKO.
dark brows scrunch together in a deep furrow, high pitched ---- valley girl voice throws him for a loop. eldest gecko pulls the phone from his face to check the number. ❛ who the fuck ❜ he shoves it back up to his ear. ❛ wrong fuckin’ number ! ❜ CLICK.
@shefears
❛ sweetheart ------ you’re real cute and all but this ain’t rookie hour and you and i both know you didn’t get all those bills from your nine t’ five. ❜ he’s not here to ruin her fun, he’s just letting her know hes not the one and his wallet would be comin’ no where near those manicured talons.