shit n ass fuck up

i'm gettin that yellow jaundice that's been goin around. i know it. the heebie jeebies.

[glyceren-blog]

                         I WANT TYLER. TYLER WANTS MARLA. MARLA WANTS ME.

[glyceren-blog]

it’s called a changeover. the movie goes on, and nobody in the audience has any idea. * TYLER DURDEN and THE NARRATOR, written by sammy and bobby.

[hbowarshows]

[jeebys-blog]

denis is my favourite of snafus non-gay siblings because he actually is nice to him since the others vary from being indifferent (augustin) to passive aggressive (charly) to outright violent and hateful (ANSEL)...denis is all we can hope for in this cold old world because he TRIES...he tries badly and is stupid but he still Tries. 

[jeebys-blog]

ik this is so self indulgent of me but snaf has 6 siblings who are all variously older than him and many nieces and nephews including a niece whos only like 4 years younger than him so like...need sum characters whom know snafu as their annoying little brother and then realise..that snafs siblings were the annoying ones and not snafu

[jeebys-blog]

lms if u want my discoerd .. i miss snaf sm and i wanna write more plotted stuff :^)

[1000yd]

he’s being modest. he is air jordan of assassins !  * written by freddie 

[jeebys-blog]

oh the oc i am about to drop..you all are not ready

[jeebys-blog]

METUERE‌:

@jeebys​

“Oh, my god. That is so cute.” 

It’s a dog, it’s a baby, it’s a plane–nope. It’s a rat. Maybe she thinks it’s like a smaller raccoon. Maybe she thinks it’s like a smaller her. Maybe she’s still considering if it’s edible.

“What’s its name. Can I pet it.” 

Crouton is sitting pleasantly on the table as he feeds her an occasional tiny piece of his chocolate bar. Sue him, but he’s taking this, cautiously, on face value, because it’s a far better reaction than he’s had other times when he’s tried to feed her in public. Usually it’s more like, Oh Lord, a rat! It’s like nobody even saw Ratatouille. So this is nice.

     “Her name’s Crouton.” He holds out a small piece of chocolate and she takes it, nibbling at it daintily. “I guess you can pet her if you want. Crout, you got a new friend, lil lady.”

[jeebys-blog]

TWOSENSE:

ozzie’s got the pinched sound of pre-release for part one — ‘ i can offer a cigarette. ’ — and on the exhale, the voice of a man rediscovering what it means to feel at ease. then drops the other shoe. ‘ or a drink. ’

@jeebys,  call.

     “Why not both?” Snafu’s always thought he stands out pretty sharply in Ozzie’s office. This is not a place you come with dirty work-boots and dust in your lungs. But then maybe it’s the building, and not the office; the clientele, and not Ozzie. That’s not an insult, or at least right now he thinks it isn’t. It might depend on how Ozzie moves forward with his charity.

Snafu lopes across the room, tracking dry flakes of mud for a few steps, and drops into the chaise longue, kicking up his feet and letting his head thump back against the cushion. He’s not a patient, this has never been a doctor-patient thing, so he feels it’s only fair to share and share alike. He considers it, actually, a favour to Ozzie to be here at all. At least he’s not casting his hand onto his forehead and crying about his relationship with his father or something. He tips his head to one side to consider Ozzie flatly, staring in a way that tends to unnerve people. “Why do I gotta chose? I’m a—” He searches briefly for the word. “Hedonist.”

[twosense]

then your heart adds its two cents and everything reasonable goes right out the window.

[soojoo]

[jeebys-blog]

MIMICIC‌:

          “Yes. I am an inside head helper. What do you want.”

     This seems very definitely not true, but Snafu’s been trying not to judge people as of late. He drops his hands into his lap and considers the breadth of options at his disposal. Crouton, in his hoodie pocket, shuffles and squirms and sticks out her head. “What do I want? Big question. Can you narrow it down?”

[fonv]

me in the 1300s seeing a rat, knowing damn well about the black plague: hello babey i love you come here lemme giv u a kiss

[jeebys-blog]

hey like for something tiny i miss me boy

[jeebys-blog]

RIPPEDFUEL‌:

‘I’d say knock yourself out but if you do, that’s probably gonna come back on me.’ He still reopens the fridge to get another bottle, offering it to Snafu and then holding it away for a moment, ‘wait, what’s your limit? If you’re looking for a nightcap, I could recommend something else guaranteed to knock you out.’

Good news: this is still weird. Merriell lifts a hand and scrubs at his cheek, feeling the glitter flake off under his fingernails. A few of the pieces float like dust motes to the floor. His mother won’t see it on the floor but Ansel might, if she asks him to do chores. He puts his foot over the flecks. “Can I just have one, man? Shit.” Mostly to pull back a sense of control over the situation, he scrapes back another of the chairs at the table and sits down. “Actin’ like a fuckin’ prohibition officer or some shit.”

[michael826]

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