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{ Would anyone like a starter?
ↁo not provoke me;
i will TEAR you αpαrт
——- & make you wish
you were
d̶̶e̶̶a̶̶d̶.
TUMBLR GIVEAWAY
prizes:
my friendship
how to win:
read this
you won
please don’t leave me
“Then they’ll see two people talking?”
"I wasn't talking to you--------"
"Wait, what happened to the big guy that was just here? Nearly two seconds ago?"
❝ i think you’re being r i d i c u l o u s.❞
"------Excuse me? You don't even know the first thing about me."
”I thought it was kind of amusing……?”
"Shut up. I don’t pull this off and you know it.”
"--------Okay, maybe it was a little bit."
"You can go ahead and try, I'm just going to sit here and watch."
"--------What if someone catches us?"
"------I think I broke it."
He gave a small smile, his fingertips tapping at the counter. He was a regular here. It took a lot for him to get drunk, and it made him a pretty good customer to the workers here. And he always had something to drink about. it usually had something to do with travelers or someone who’s genuinely pissed off at Damon. It seems like he can’t solve any of his problems without reassessing through a drink and a meditation. Sometimes he found himself looking to the gods for any sign of good karma.
He took a hold of his empty glass and moved it in his hand. He wanted another drink, but he didn’t. His smile faded and he pressed his lips together in thought.
”This is the only place that isn’t in complete chaos. So I’m in here almost everyday.”
"--------Everyday?"
Her lids widened to him, a bit in shock though she knew the reaction was a bit hypocritical the moment it happened. Throughout her time in this world, she had found herself traveling along going from town to town... Doing anything that could really get the time to pass in order to fill the void in her life. One of the best distractions that she had ever found was drinking-- It seemed to be the all around cure for everything.
Toying around with the glass within her hands, she began to think about the man before him. It involved various sorts of things such as what really brought him here every night, or why he wasn't doing better things with his time. He looked a bit young to be acting this hopeless. "------Is this all the town really has to offer?"
☽——❝Regret what?
Sitting next to me in class?
I promise I’m not as bad of a partner as I look.❞
"Oh no, I didn't mean it like that."
Or had she? It really didn't matter too much. With the ring of her laughter falling from her mouth, she placed her elbows upon the counter of the lab table and turned her gaze onto the man before her. Scott McCall. She had heard the name throughout the halls, but what had that even meant? It wasn't like she knew him. She was only a girl attempting to try high school out for the first time in her entire life.
"--------Now do you know what you're doing? Because I have no clue."
Niklaus cocked his head at her words, thoroughly examining her facial features as he silently questioned the beauty before him. Who was she? Where was she from? Why has it taken him this long to meet her? Chuckling softly at her last remark, the hybrid hesitated briefly before finally responding. ❝ On the contrary, this happens to be my preferred hour for a late night s t r o l l. ❞
Why was he eyeing her like that? It was so peculiar, and nerve wracking. She thought that she could have found herself flushing at his prolonging glance; yet she could only look away from his piercing gaze.
She didn't have time to question things.
At least not n o w.
"------You take strolls in the middle of the night? Alone? Don't you think that that's a little bit unsafe? From what I hear, most people shouldn't... But that was what the guy at the dinner told me. What does he know anyways?"
IF YOU FOLLOW ME...
yoυ ѕнoυld proвαвly ĸɴow;
ɪ·ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs sʟᴏᴡᴇsᴛ ʀᴘᴇʀ
ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴀʏs ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ
ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴀʏs ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴀ
ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴀʏs ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀᴛ
sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏᴏᴄ ᴄʜᴀᴛ
sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴢᴏɴᴇ
ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ ɪs ᴀ sʜɪᴛʜᴇᴀᴅ
ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴜsᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴇs
вυт тнαт doeѕɴ’т мeαɴ тнαт;
ɪ ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ
ɪ·ᴍ ɪɢɴᴏʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ
ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ ʀᴘ
ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ ʙᴇ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs
ʏᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ·ᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ· ᴏʀ ·ϙᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ·
ιт ѕιмply мeαɴѕ;
ɪ·ᴍ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ
вυт pleαѕe ɴever вe αғrαιd тo αĸѕ ғor ѕoмeтнιɴɢ, cнαт or ploт. pleαѕe doɴ’т тнιɴĸ тнαт jυѕт вecαυѕe мy coɴceɴтrαтιoɴ ιѕ ѕoмewнere elѕe тнαт ι doɴ’т lιĸe yoυ or yoυ’re вeιɴɢ ιɢɴored or replαced. ι’м ѕιмply doιɴɢ wнαт ιт ιѕ тнαт ι ғιɴd ι cαɴ do тнαт dαy. αɴd αѕ yoυr ғollower, pαrтɴer αɴd ғrιeɴd. ι love yoυ.
"Same thing you’re doing, currently not enjoying the company of the person in front of me.”
Damon almost immediately took a dislike to the girl’s attitude; she seemed judgy and whiny, and altogether way too alike one Caroline Forbes he knew. However, Damon was willing to bet that the blonde couldn’t be Caroline herself - her expression showed too much confusion, and not enough like if she could glare him to death she’d be doing it. Barbie Forbes wouldn’t think twice about that. That being said, he was never really in the mood to go looking for doppelgängers, and if Caroline had one, well that was just great.
"------Oh."
Hebe found herself at an undeniable standstill; it wasn't like she knew the male before her, yet here was be being so openly rude. Though she figured she hadn't done anything out of the ordinary... But what had she truly known? Human nature was not one that came natural to her in any aspect, though she was determined to somehow make this work.
After all, she swore that she heard somewhere they it was polite to be nice to strangers. "------Well, I didn't mean to annoy you if that is what I have done. I really don't know what I'm doing actually." A sheepish laughter nervously departed from her lips though she could only assume that it made her seem more and more like a fool. Lord, she could only imagine what the man before her was thinking; he clearly did not look amused. "I'm sorry, I'm Tatum. I should have said that to start with."
THE GOLDEN RULE OF TUMBLR
my god, we’re all Ross.
Excuse you.
Excuse you
So in conclusion, we are all the men of Friends, combined.
Not just the men.
Phoebe is basically a walking night blogger when she’s got a guitar. Admit it.
In conclusion, we are the show Friends.
we all need this on our blogs
There’s no way Kit Pitt, bodyswapper’s got enough thoughts in his lil’ head to fill up two paragraph’s worth of space, chiquita. Crook, blonde, cute, business, not necessarily in that order, are all the bees you’ll find in this beehive.
He’s got this curve on his lips that isn’t a smile but it’s a grin that lies in wait ‘cause it knows, yes that grin knows it’ll have its time to shine any second now.
”I knew it! I gotta tailor this look ‘cause how you look is how you’re looked at, chica, and it’s good to know I’ve got it down to pat. I’m an honest guy.”
She had to capture her mouth within the palm of her hand once she heard the mans response; however, the laughter was just too much for her to withstand. Was he serious or was this some sort of joke? She really couldn't tell the exact difference between the two at the moment.
"------Crook isn't the exact word I would use to describe you, but I honestly doubt getting that suit of yours fixed would help you... I don't mean to b rude, but you might need..." She paused, contemplating the words before they left her mouth.
She would have to go about this in a nice way, but she couldn't figure out how. He didn't seem like the type to listen to suggestion well... Then again, she could have been completely wrong. "--I'm sorry, what was your name again? You failed to tell me. I hate being rude to someone I don't even know."
{ I haven't been on this account in forever and I hereby apologize from the bottom of my heart. Please love me. Oh my.
{ Okay, I know that I need to finish up my
drafts, but I'm way too tired today
to even look at them.
I'll get on it
tomorrow.