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( ❛ ▌░ &┊KEEGAN timoti.            T A U R U S ; xix. ) you’re so cool, you’re SO COOL, walking down the hall. w i l d  e y e s, they are BLACK like the M A G I C eight ball. you got GUNS for [ T R O P H I E S ], mounted up like animal heads. with the SKULLS of all the high school champs you keep in rows above the bed, you told me: ❝ when i’m good, i’m very good, but when i’m bad, i’m better. ❞ &. i see the future, and there’s no death cuz you and i, we’re ANGELS.

[keegcn]

tessfuck:

Your car’s awesome, Keegan. Is that what you wanted to hear?

I’ll see you in ten. And I’m taking my car.

[keegcn]

tessfuck:

Ooh, did a stick a nerve? I’m serious, though. I want Netflix and Papa Johns. Don’t keep me waitin’.

Alright, I’m on my way. Soon as you admit my car’s awesome.

[keegcn]

“You seriously need to find something better than a baseball bat.”

Glancing at the bat in the backseat of his car, Keegan shrugged and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Even with his headlights on the road in front was hard to make out in the darkness, not leaving him in the mood to argue with his friend when the next deer that decided to hop onto the highway could spell disaster for the boys. “What’s wrong with the bat?” he asked after a moment of silence, switching on cruise control without taking his eyes off the road, “I don’t see you coming up with any better ideas. Plus, the bat works. Have you ever been murdered? No. Have I ever been murdered? No. What murderer’s gonna fuck with us when they know one wrong move means they’re gonna end up with a face-full of baseball bat? None of the smart ones, that’s a fact.” He paused, then, something occurring to him to trump this line of thought. “Maybe I should get a gun. I would look sweet with a semi-automatic pistol in my hands.”

[keegcn]

tessfuck:

You should’ve saved your money on that one. You comin’ over or what? Keep the old ass car at home, though. You can’t be seen pullin’ up at my house in some shit like that. 

I’ll take that into consideration, except I’m not going anywhere if you keep shit-talking my car.

[keegcn]

tessfuck:

It’s a good ass show. Don’t judge. I ain’t lyin’ ‘bout nothin’, though. Why don’t you get somethin’ up to date?  

You think maybe I can just take your word on it and not have to sit down and watch it with you? I have something up to date. I buy cars, I fix them, I trade them for better cars. You don’t use classic cars for rides to school, that’s what my Corvette is for.

[keegcn]

bailcy:

I guess you’re right. It’s not like he could orchestrate anything real from behind bars. Even the texts actually being from him is a long shot. It’s just a prank.

You could get somebody to do it for you, like when they come to visit and you whisper plans to them through the plastic wall because you thought of the funniest prank, o-m-g, help a brother out. Otherwise, he probably has nothing to do with this... other than serving up a healthy dose of inspiration.

[keegcn]

tessfuck:

You don’t watch Teen Wolf? Next time we Netflix and chill, I’m puttin’ it on ‘cause that’s a disgrace. As far as your old ass car goes, you oughta get a refund. 

From the fact that it’s a show called Teen Wolf alone, I feel like my life is fine without this in it. But you’re joking, right? 'Cause I’m not laughing.

[keegcn]

[text]: On a scale of 1 to 3, with 1 being the smallest and 3 being the largest, what size nipple pasty do you think I am?

text from K E E G A N TIMOTI to T E S S BRYANT

didn’t know they came in different sizes. gonna go with 2 to play it safe

text from K E E G A N TIMOTI to T E S S BRYANT

is somebody planning a surprise for me? ;)

[keegcn]

bailcy:

If you really believe that, then keep on keeping on, I guess. It just kind of freaks me out when I get texts that are supposedly from someone who’s supposed to be in prison.

You have your answer right there. He is in prison, he can’t be texting anybody. And if he managed to sneak a cellphone in to score some nudes, why do you give a shit? He’s in prison.

[keegcn]

fkeaston:

Which setting seems more interesting?

Feel like it might not be great for you that I don’t have a hard time believing you would stick your cock in an exhaust pipe. Like, I can see it in my mind. You, butt-naked except for pants around your ankles, just fucking giving it to a red convertible. It’s gonna keep me up tonight.

[keegcn]

bailcy:

If you say so. My name’s Bailey, actually, but I mean the texts me and a few other people I know have been getting. The ones signed ‘the Ripper’? I know Easton’s getting them.

Cool name, sweetheart. I maybe got a couple of those? If a bunch of people are getting them, that means it’s just somebody fucking around. Nobody’s being stalked, or targeted or whatever real life serial killers do before they stab you in the guts.

[keegcn]

bailcy:

Lighting shit on fire? That’s one way to handle it. I’m not trying to be a drag, though, it’s just— Have you been getting those weird texts, too?

Fire, explosions, general mayhem, fireworks have it all. They’re like a miracle cure for back to school. Weird texts? You’re gonna have to be a little more specific there, sweetheart. I’ve handed my number out to way too many psychos for me to know what you’re talking about.

[keegcn]

bailcy:

I thought July fourth had already passed this year, sorry. My bad. At least if I see fireworks going off any time soon I’ll know who it is. I’m not not freaked out, though. I mean, you can’t predict the future. He could’ve been a cosmic blip, but… he could’ve not been. You can’t say for sure.

I don’t need a holiday to love my country, thanks. But fireworks aren’t a bad idea, could be a good way to spend labour day. Lighting shit on fire always used to help me deal with going back to school. Jesus, you’re a blast to talk to. Ever think about motivational speaking?

[keegcn]

fkeaston:

I once heard about a game about having gay sex with your car, or something like that. It was a strange time. 

Give it to me straight, Easton. Is this actually a game you heard about, or are you just trying to be low-key with describing your Friday night?

[keegcn]

tfwcamille:

“Or maybe Michael Jackson was keeping them occupied. It could’ve been a thrilling experience. – I apologize for that god-awful joke. Anyway, anything could happen. Wolves don’t have much regard for human emotions, just like some other people I know.”

Sorry, I didn’t hear anything after the pun. And by ‘sorry’ I mean ‘not even a little sorry’, ‘why would you make me listen to that’, ‘Jesus-fucking-Christ’.

[keegcn]

logangxrcia:

Why didn’t you cal me man? That’s kind of what we are here for, to help out even in the smallest of emergencies. 

I didn’t have any bars on my phone. And if I did, calling 911 because my car engine overheated feels like an overreaction. But hey, that’s just me.

[keegcn]

tessfuck:

You should stop exaggerating your stories. You’re not Scott McCall and you ain’t fight off any wolves. Not to mention that car is old as shit. That right there should tell you why it was smokin’. 

Who the hell is Scott McCall? You don’t call my car old, you call it classic. I didn’t pay the kind of money I paid for it for you to call it old.