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technically we’re ALL, always LARPing, because the Self is only a construct,

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jordanadlers:

Yeah, she gets it. But that’s not what made her smile. At least, something that resembled a smile. What she found humorous was how Lynn found his own incredibly lame joke the funniest thing in the world. A swell of noglostia press itself against her chest. God, could she ever remember what it felt like to laugh at something so simple, but now, — it felt different. It didn’t make sense to her. It felt uncomfortable that she was willing to even try. “Good one.” Jordan attempts, although, her voice is monotone. “Who’s there?” At least one of them should to smile tonight, right?

“Thomas Jefferson.” Jordan’s smile only encouraged him to grin more, and Lynn wiggled in his seat as he waited to tell the punchline.

#jordanadlers #gif #yes!!#good because his favorite thing in the world is making grumps ungrumpy

bpdirt

me: what the hell is wrong with me brain: here’s a repressed memory that explains a lot of things me: Well Lock It Back Up?? Did I Ask For All That????

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lucienlazar:

“You know, sometimes when I’m feeling like this, I find it’s best to look for a quiet place where I can read something completely out of this world. I don’t mean out of this world as the cheesy expression for something cool, I mean literally. Some sort of space adventure or fantasy universe. It can help to escape this place for a while, you know?” He smiled warmly. “But if you’re not a big reader, ice cream is a pretty good alternative.”

“Why not both?” Lynn grinned at the stranger and put his phone back in his pocket. "Ice cream and Wheel of Time is a winning combination.”

#lucienlazar #gif

jordanadlers:

She stares at him passively as she waits for him to speak. She hated waiting on people, even for the littlest things. Jordan forces herself to not drum her fingers against the bar counter. “Abraham Lincoln, who?…” Where the hell could he be possibly be going with this?

"Haven’t you heard of me?” It took all of two seconds for Lynn to dissolve into a fit of laughter at his own stupid joke. He kicked the bar and looked down at the counter, sipped his beer to calm down, and finally looked back to Jordan once he’d gotten himself under control. He knew his roommate was getting impatient with him, but he was enjoying her company, and the joke was only half finished, so...

“Knock knock.”

#jordanadlers #gif #just ignore lynn honestly

mxmicjxricho:

( “Never really been a sports fan.”) Jericho shrugged, which was something of a lie. He used to be into baseball, he’d play and watch the game with his dad. But when his parents died the sport just didn’t had the same appeal.

“Are you a fighting fan?” Lynn laughed. “They had a lot of that, too.”

As the conversation fell off, Lynn studied the man sitting next to him, eyeing him up and down as he idly sipped his beer. Ever since he was little the silent types always flocked to him droves, and now, seeing his new drinking buddy, he wondered why that was. He took a few more drinks, looked down at the counter, then turned to face Jericho.

“So tell me a story.”

#mxmicjxricho #gif

#[ooc]

TXT → Jordan: Get rid of this number.

[text] can't. who will i text in two hour when i lose my keys?

#jordanadlers #ask meme #text

cryholt:

Leaning against the wall, Cyrus wasn’t entirely sure how long it had taken Lynn, as he had drifted off to sleep while standing up. When the door creaked open, however, he pushed off the wall and woke himself up. Ran a hand over his own face. “No it doesn’t,” Cyrus replied with an exasperated sigh. “It’s filled with too many people to exist,” he huffed a hiss, stepping backwards. “Let’s go.”

Lynn closed the door and lazily stepped forward, trotting after Cyrus as the two of them headed off. “ Yeah, but it’s not like the Isle de Muerta. It still exists.” He paused to take a three-day-old Twix bar out of his bag, shoved it in his mouth, and continued forward. “Did you hear about Pepsi Fire?”

#cryholt #gif

aoifehq:

“washington state.” she repeated slowly, trying to search her memory to where the fuck in america that was. “honestly, i know california, texas, new york, and not much in between.” she laughed at his next words, wincing when appropriate. “ouch, flatten him out much?”

“Go to Los Angeles and drive north for about fifteen hours and you’ll hit Washington.” Lynn laughed and sipped on his beer. “Yeah, he’s been on the straight and narrow ever since.”

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jordanadlers:

No. Jordan doesn’t answer out loud though. She should have gone straight to the room after her shift, she wasn’t ready to be ‘out’ yet. Hearing Lynn, she slowly looks over to him, “Lynn…” It’s a forewarning as she gazing over his features to see if he was serious. Of course he was serious. “ Who’s there?” Jordan asks, a tiny sliver of curiosity in her voice.

Lynn raised his eyebrows at the mention of his name, then smiled when his roommate finally played into his joke. He took another sip of beer to stall his time. Then, “Abraham Lincoln.”

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[text]: hey cyrus guess whose not wearing underwear right now[text]: it’s me because you never did your half of the laundry you fucking ass

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#cryholt #ask meme

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[text]: okay but you have to admit that if you’d had a few shots you’d sleep with matthew mcconaughey too

#i'm so sorry #jordanadlers #ask meme

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[text]: okay i have a new joke for u

#singhvl #askmeme

singhvl:

“I think ‘hilarious’ is an overstatement. You couldn’t even get me to properly laugh. The set up was also too long, I stopped listening for a minute or two,” she admitted, clenching her teeth together in guilt. With his introduction of a new joke, she scooted up closer to her chair in anticipation of his it, knowing it can only get better. However, once it was told, the disappointment could be seen in her demeanor. “And that’s my cue to leave,” Kali responded as she got up from her chair, pretending to leave before sitting back down. “Alright, I got one. What do you call a cow with no legs?”

Lynn chuckled to himself when his new friend feigned leaving, grinning from ear to ear when she came back two seconds later. When she sat down, he put his arm on the counter and leaned toward her. “I don’t know; what do you call a cow with no legs?”