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@kissme-ironically
yo im back
i know ya missed me
so anyone down to chat
i dont care if i know you or not
im just bored as fuck
like my boredom is literally being fucked till its bored
seriously bro
have some compassion and stop the boredom fucking
all it takes is one conversation
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This and this
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Mun is severely depressed at the moment, so wont really be on or will be on awkwardly stalking their dashboard. If I don’t reply to something, please don’t take it personally. If I start to seem needy, please don’t hate me. Mun is actually thinking it may be for the best to delete this blog, but is unsure… Either way, mun is sorry.
It was a typical morning in the Strider household, Dave got home at about the time he should be waking up, and instead of getting ready for school he passed out on the couch, Bro was in the shower, which would give him about an hours rest.
When he finally woke up, it was to a pitcher of ice water in his lap.
"What the FUCK Bro!? Goddammit!"
He jumped up immediately, only to be slammed against the wall.
"Why the fuck aren’t you in school, Li’l man?"
It was a question that wasn’t meant to be answered, and Dave knew it.
After he got ready he took his sweet time walking to the bus stop, hoping he’d miss it. Luck was so on his side though, because he got there at just the right time to board the bus.
Arriving at school about forty five minutes late, he trudged through the hallways, walking with confidence, like he owned the place, despite the only person watching him being the security guard.
He kicked open the door to his classroom, walked in and gave the teacher a casual smirk.
" I’m here, everyone hold your applause."
He saw an unfamiliar, yet familiar face, a girl with long hair. He tried to place her in his mind, but it was foggy, he needed more sleep.
Homeroom had gone by quickly; it was only fifteen minutes long, and the teacher had made her stand at the front of the class to introduce herself to the class. As soon as the bell dismissed them from homeroom and signaled passing to first period. Jade quickly gathered her notebook and pencil into her backpack and pulled her schedule from her bag again, checking for her first period. Once again she pushed her way through the crowded halls to the stairs and up to the second floor.
After the fifteen minute passing period, Jade was once again instructed to introduce herself to the class after the bell signaled the start of first period. She beginning to sense that this was going to be a common occurrence today. Satisfied with her introduction, the teacher assigned her to an open desk in the back of the room, next to the only other empty seat in the room, which happened to be next to the window. She didn’t think much of it at the time, but when a blonde boy with sunglasses strolled in fifteen minutes late she immediately put two and two together and realized he’d be her neighbor. Jade suppressed her giggles to the best of her ability as he made a sarcastic remark upon his entrance. As he took his seat she smiled shyly at him…somehow he seemed vaguely familiar? Certainly she hadn’t seen him around before, had she? She’d only been in Houston for a few days. Clearing her head, she turned back to the front and resumed taking notes.
Dave casually placed his feet on the top of the desk, and cast another glance to the girl next to him. Something was eating at him, he couldn't get over that he knew her, and he couldn't get over the feeling that they were linked somehow.
Dave rolled his eyes, this was bullshit, she's just some girl, he could have any girl he wanted, he could pick someone way hotter than the bucktoothed girl next to him.
The first thing that crossed his mind was 'goody-two-shoes' it was her first day, as far as he knew, and she was already taking notes, usually if you transfer in the first week is practically a free ride.
He grabbed a notebook out of his backpack, placing it on his knees and began to scribble a note in sloppy hand writing.
'yo names dave strider
you look familiar
like its bugging me familiar
so just tell me who you are so i can get this deja vu feeling to go peace out
kay?'
He casually, not really caring if anyone saw, dropped the note on her desk, giving her a small smirk.
His sandy blond hair falling over his shades.
oh my god
i am laughing so fucking hard right now
that is so hilarious
i dont even know your name yet
and here im already startin off on the wrong foot
so uncool
lets back this track the hell up
names dave strider
38(
Feferi Peixes.
well its a downright pleasure to meet you feferi
although im a bit curious
whats up with the frown??
Be My Game Boy (feat. S3RL) - Yurino
striders get tired too
whether you deny it or accept i the bitch called IRONY will consume you
it’s like a fucking addiction to drugs
your whole life youre like nah man drugs are gross
than you actually try it and youre like just this once
next thing you know youre doing some stupid ass shit for drugs
like robbing an old lady on the street
thats irony
you hate it
but it will become apart of you and make you do stupid stuff
I saw t)(at on my activity page and the way it was spread out made it look pike you were calling me a beac)( and t)(at’s all I reely )(ave to say aboat t)(is reply.
oh my god
i am laughing so fucking hard right now
that is so hilarious
i dont even know your name yet
and here im already startin off on the wrong foot
so uncool
lets back this track the hell up
names dave strider
you know youre not supposed to question irony
you just accept it for what it is
like people have accepted yolo and twerking
you dont have to agree with it
just accept it
embrace it and you shall become one with it
Boat it’s satire 38(
whether you deny it or accept i the bitch called IRONY will consume you
it's like a fucking addiction to drugs
your whole life youre like nah man drugs are gross
than you actually try it and youre like just this once
next thing you know youre doing some stupid ass shit for drugs
like robbing an old lady on the street
thats irony
you hate it
but it will become apart of you and make you do stupid stuff
Dave had lived here his whole life, he had the town memorized, like the back of his hand, and never once had he seen that shop. Which was odd, it looked so old. How could he have never noticed it before? This had to be a mistake, it was probably one of those new places they made look old to be retro or something, right?
Curiosity began to wash over him, he felt the need to go in, he absolutely had to go in, despite not having any cash. He brushed past some girl with long dark hair as he entered the story, something about her caught his attention, but he didn’t care at the moment, it was like something was dragging him into the store.
The clerk wasn’t paying any attention to him at all, which really didn’t bother Dave too much. Out of the corner of his eyes he spotted a pair of headphones, the large noise canceling kind. They were solid black, with a red zig zag going across the plastic plate. They looked crappy compared to the ones he already had. Yet, something told him he needed them.
He casually slipped them under his shirt, pulling his jacket a bit to make it look more natural, and left the store. He swore he heard someone chuckling behind him, and he swore he saw, out of the corner of his eye, the store clerk smirking at him.
He pushed the thoughts out of his head, he had a djing gig tonight anyway, some wannabe underground rave for kids with too much money. Oh well, a jobs a job.
Jade cracked an eye as she felt a cold, wet nose prod at her check. "Morning, Bec," she mumbled around a yawn, sitting up slightly and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she didn’t even bother attempting to run a hand through her unruly locks. The big, white canine wagged its tail at her and lapped at her face. With a giggle she shoved the dog off and trod across the hall to the bathroom, the dog on her heels. She washed her face and ran a brush through her tangled hair before heading downstairs to start breakfast. She popped two slices of bread into the toaster and filled Bec’s bowl with kibble. The dog whined, imploring her for something more satisfying like bacon or sausage, but Jade frowned. "Sorry bud, but I’ve got school today." The dog chuffed in return and turned to his bowl, chomping away with fervor. As soon as her toast popped back up Jade munched at them absentmindedly. Sweeping the crumbs into the trash she headed back upstairs to brush her teeth and change.
As she went about deciding what to wear on her first day Jade realized she hadn’t been informed of a dress code or uniform. Not wanting to cause a scene on her first day she elected to wear a simple sweater along with some leggings and a skirt. Slinging her bag onto her back she skipped back down the stairs, slipping her shoes on at the door. “Alright Bec, I’ll be back after school! Be a good boy while I’m gone!” The dog barked in response, wagging its tail as Jade scratched him on her way out the door.
Since she didn’t live too far from the local high school Jade rode her bike. On her commute she smiled and politely greeted everyone she passed; some waved back, others ignored her with sour, tired expressions. Once she made it to the school she walked her bike to the racks and locked it, pulling the schedule she had been given from her purse. Mustering up her courage she entered the building and made her way through the crowded hallways to her homeroom.
It was a typical morning in the Strider household, Dave got home at about the time he should be waking up, and instead of getting ready for school he passed out on the couch, Bro was in the shower, which would give him about an hours rest.
When he finally woke up, it was to a pitcher of ice water in his lap.
"What the FUCK Bro!? Goddammit!"
He jumped up immediately, only to be slammed against the wall.
"Why the fuck aren't you in school, Li'l man?"
It was a question that wasn't meant to be answered, and Dave knew it.
After he got ready he took his sweet time walking to the bus stop, hoping he'd miss it. Luck was so on his side though, because he got there at just the right time to board the bus.
Arriving at school about forty five minutes late, he trudged through the hallways, walking with confidence, like he owned the place, despite the only person watching him being the security guard.
He kicked open the door to his classroom, walked in and gave the teacher a casual smirk.
" I'm here, everyone hold your applause."
He saw an unfamiliar, yet familiar face, a girl with long hair. He tried to place her in his mind, but it was foggy, he needed more sleep.
kissme-ironically started following you
You minnow w)(at you define as irony is acs)(elly satire, rig)(t?? 38?
you know youre not supposed to question irony
you just accept it for what it is
like people have accepted yolo and twerking
you dont have to agree with it
just accept it
embrace it and you shall become one with it
Jade was in the midst of exploring her new surroundings. She had just recently moved to Houston, and while her new location provided limitless chances for human interaction, it was ghastly hot. Sure she was used to sweltering heat, she had just moved from an island in the Pacific after all, but that had been a humid heat; here in the middle of the suburban desert the air was dryer than those cliche cow skulls.
With a heavy sigh Jade wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and debated a haircut; long, dark hair was definitely not ideal for her new habitat. As she searched for a bit of shade to relax in, or possibly some place to get a cool treat, her thoughts wandered to the fact that she’d be starting at her new school after the weekend was up. She worried at her lip a bit, would she fit in? Would she make friends? It had been so long since she’d been around people her age…or people at all. As she pondered these thoughts a quaint little shop caught her eye; with a shrug she decided to check it out, if nothing else at least it might offer refuge from the sun.
The bell above the door rang as she entered, but the shop attendant paid her no notice. Absentmindedly her eyes traveled over the displays of eclectic trinkets, admiring the novelties for sale, nothing really catching her eye. Suddenly it was if someone had called her name, her head whipped around, turning from side to side until her eyes settled on a small pastel green compact. Hesitantly she approached it, picking it up and examining it more closely. It had a white swirling vortex design on it, along with a pawprint in the middle. It was cute, and it seemed like it was almost made for her; she tried to put it back, to set it down and leave…but she couldn’t. Instead she wandered around until she found the cashier. The woman behind the desk smiled at her, but avoided small talk as she rung up the compact. Jade paid for her purchase and quietly thanked the woman, slipping it into her bag as she headed back out into the street and made her way home.
Once Jade returned to her apartment she dropped her bag on the table, her purchase long forgotten. Since it was Sunday and she began at her new school in the morning, she decided it would be best to get ready for bed and turn in early. She showered quickly, brushed her teeth, and changed into her pajamas before making her way to the bedroom. Checking to be sure that her alarm was set and that her backpack was packed, she set her glasses on the nightstand and climbed into bed. She tossed and turned for half an hour before she reluctantly tossed off the covers, and fell into a restless slumber.
Dave had lived here his whole life, he had the town memorized, like the back of his hand, and never once had he seen that shop. Which was odd, it looked so old. How could he have never noticed it before? This had to be a mistake, it was probably one of those new places they made look old to be retro or something, right?
Curiosity began to wash over him, he felt the need to go in, he absolutely had to go in, despite not having any cash. He brushed past some girl with long dark hair as he entered the story, something about her caught his attention, but he didn't care at the moment, it was like something was dragging him into the store.
The clerk wasn't paying any attention to him at all, which really didn't bother Dave too much. Out of the corner of his eyes he spotted a pair of headphones, the large noise canceling kind. They were solid black, with a red zig zag going across the plastic plate. They looked crappy compared to the ones he already had. Yet, something told him he needed them.
He casually slipped them under his shirt, pulling his jacket a bit to make it look more natural, and left the store. He swore he heard someone chuckling behind him, and he swore he saw, out of the corner of his eye, the store clerk smirking at him.
He pushed the thoughts out of his head, he had a djing gig tonight anyway, some wannabe underground rave for kids with too much money. Oh well, a jobs a job.
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closed rp with kissme-ironically
"Sup, Butterscotch. Damn, as beautiful as Aphrodite I see."
He offers her a slightly crooked grin, his eyes hidden behind his signature black shades. He wears solid black cargo pants, with a chains hanging off his belt loops, an old white t-shirt, and a red and black striped zip up hoodie. His hair looks like it’s been tousled by wind.
He awkwardly holds his arms out.
"Can I ask for a hug, or would that be crossing any boundaries?"
His words are slightly more hesitant than he seems online, but he holds his confident posture.
"Welcome to Vegas," she grinned.
"You kiddin’?" the girl pulled the other into a tight hug, clearly happy to see him. She pulled him inside and shut the door behind them, leading him into her living room.
"So? How are you? How was your trip?"
He follows her into the living room, shoving his hands in his pockets and showing off a cocky smile.
"Pretty sweet, a group of nine-ish year olds think I'm some sort of super hero, which is pretty awesome. I mean I made those kids lives, how many people can say they saw a guy fly?" He plops himself down on the couch.
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