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@mrringringblog “STOP BEING CUTE CHALLENGE”
“Stop being cute? Hmm?” The phone headed man gave a laugh.
“Oh sorry, I’m asking for the impossible.” He just grins.
“Yeah ‘cause you can’t just stop being so cute!”
“No no, you can’t.”
“Michael, I will fight you on this.”
@mrringringblog “STOP BEING CUTE CHALLENGE”
“Stop being cute? Hmm?” The phone headed man gave a laugh.
“Oh sorry, I’m asking for the impossible.” He just grins.
“Yeah ‘cause you can’t just stop being so cute!”
🏀
Scott caught it and tossed it back.
@mrringringblog “STOP BEING CUTE CHALLENGE”
“Stop being cute? Hmm?” The phone headed man gave a laugh.
(This is from the sentence starter I reblogged from you) “Whoa, are you okay?”
All that came from the man was a loud wheezing cough, his good right arm rubbing his side with his side seeming almost a pink like color under the shirt. “Hey Michael, I’m alright.” A smile like usual but a gross cough came from him.
He goes over to him to inspect him, he notices the pink seeping through the shirt so he looks at Scott. “Don’t you lie to me, Cawthon. It’s obvious you’re not okay, me asking you that was stupid..There’s literally pink seeping through your shirt, so how can you tell me that?” He goes in his bag and takes out wraps.
He gave a smile, “..Fair enough.” The taller man fell back, letting out a loud wheeze before coughing more. “..It was just an accident. I..tore one of my scars open doing something and carrying something heavy. S-Sorry?” He couldn’t help but smile still.
He sighs and goes over to him and sits down next to him. “You don’t have to say sorry since you didn’t purposely do it, just lift your shirt up so I can wrap it. Now you know to be more careful.”
“I’ll..try.” Using his good arm, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted. He wasn’t a built man or anything, just a bit of a stomach with very ugly bruises and scars on his torso. The open scar was a long and thin one, but was bleeding as it seemed to have been pulled possibly. It was curving around his side. “It’s not too bad, but it burns.”
He looks and then he begins wrapping his side. “It’s not too bad but I’m still wrapping it to be on the safe side.” After he was done wrapping Scott’s wound, he pats the wrap to make sure it was on there all the way, then puts down his shirt.
He smiled, “Thanks for the help, Michael.” He coughed, “I can’t afford to bleed out, ya know?” A laugh came through from him. “And now my whole side hurts..”
He chuckles a little. “Yeah, I whether not find you dead. I wonder why it hurts, hm?” There is it, going right back to sass.
“Hey, I know, I played dumb because I decided to lift up a chair and basically pull my whole back and side, alright?” He stared, “But I would get myself hurt just for you.” He snorted.
He chuckles again and stares. “Isn’t that sweet? But don’t go around hurting yourself for no reason now.”
“Hey..I had a reason.” He smiled, “Plus it’s nice for someone to be concerned for me that isn’t my daughter sticking bandages on my face..”
He smiles a little. “Heh, hey I might just stick bandages on your face now for the heck of it.” He jokes.
“Please no. I got too many scars, I’ll just be a mummy.”
(This is from the sentence starter I reblogged from you) “Whoa, are you okay?”
All that came from the man was a loud wheezing cough, his good right arm rubbing his side with his side seeming almost a pink like color under the shirt. “Hey Michael, I’m alright.” A smile like usual but a gross cough came from him.
He goes over to him to inspect him, he notices the pink seeping through the shirt so he looks at Scott. “Don’t you lie to me, Cawthon. It’s obvious you’re not okay, me asking you that was stupid..There’s literally pink seeping through your shirt, so how can you tell me that?” He goes in his bag and takes out wraps.
He gave a smile, “..Fair enough.” The taller man fell back, letting out a loud wheeze before coughing more. “..It was just an accident. I..tore one of my scars open doing something and carrying something heavy. S-Sorry?” He couldn’t help but smile still.
He sighs and goes over to him and sits down next to him. “You don’t have to say sorry since you didn’t purposely do it, just lift your shirt up so I can wrap it. Now you know to be more careful.”
“I’ll..try.” Using his good arm, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted. He wasn’t a built man or anything, just a bit of a stomach with very ugly bruises and scars on his torso. The open scar was a long and thin one, but was bleeding as it seemed to have been pulled possibly. It was curving around his side. “It’s not too bad, but it burns.”
He looks and then he begins wrapping his side. “It’s not too bad but I’m still wrapping it to be on the safe side.” After he was done wrapping Scott’s wound, he pats the wrap to make sure it was on there all the way, then puts down his shirt.
He smiled, “Thanks for the help, Michael.” He coughed, “I can’t afford to bleed out, ya know?” A laugh came through from him. “And now my whole side hurts..”
He chuckles a little. “Yeah, I whether not find you dead. I wonder why it hurts, hm?” There is it, going right back to sass.
“Hey, I know, I played dumb because I decided to lift up a chair and basically pull my whole back and side, alright?” He stared, “But I would get myself hurt just for you.” He snorted.
He chuckles again and stares. “Isn’t that sweet? But don’t go around hurting yourself for no reason now.”
“Hey..I had a reason.” He smiled, “Plus it’s nice for someone to be concerned for me that isn’t my daughter sticking bandages on my face..”
(This is from the sentence starter I reblogged from you) “Whoa, are you okay?”
All that came from the man was a loud wheezing cough, his good right arm rubbing his side with his side seeming almost a pink like color under the shirt. “Hey Michael, I’m alright.” A smile like usual but a gross cough came from him.
He goes over to him to inspect him, he notices the pink seeping through the shirt so he looks at Scott. “Don’t you lie to me, Cawthon. It’s obvious you’re not okay, me asking you that was stupid..There’s literally pink seeping through your shirt, so how can you tell me that?” He goes in his bag and takes out wraps.
He gave a smile, “..Fair enough.” The taller man fell back, letting out a loud wheeze before coughing more. “..It was just an accident. I..tore one of my scars open doing something and carrying something heavy. S-Sorry?” He couldn’t help but smile still.
He sighs and goes over to him and sits down next to him. “You don’t have to say sorry since you didn’t purposely do it, just lift your shirt up so I can wrap it. Now you know to be more careful.”
“I’ll..try.” Using his good arm, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted. He wasn’t a built man or anything, just a bit of a stomach with very ugly bruises and scars on his torso. The open scar was a long and thin one, but was bleeding as it seemed to have been pulled possibly. It was curving around his side. “It’s not too bad, but it burns.”
He looks and then he begins wrapping his side. “It’s not too bad but I’m still wrapping it to be on the safe side.” After he was done wrapping Scott’s wound, he pats the wrap to make sure it was on there all the way, then puts down his shirt.
He smiled, “Thanks for the help, Michael.” He coughed, “I can’t afford to bleed out, ya know?” A laugh came through from him. “And now my whole side hurts..”
He chuckles a little. “Yeah, I whether not find you dead. I wonder why it hurts, hm?” There is it, going right back to sass.
“Hey, I know, I played dumb because I decided to lift up a chair and basically pull my whole back and side, alright?” He stared, “But I would get myself hurt just for you.” He snorted.
(This is from the sentence starter I reblogged from you) “Whoa, are you okay?”
All that came from the man was a loud wheezing cough, his good right arm rubbing his side with his side seeming almost a pink like color under the shirt. “Hey Michael, I’m alright.” A smile like usual but a gross cough came from him.
He goes over to him to inspect him, he notices the pink seeping through the shirt so he looks at Scott. “Don’t you lie to me, Cawthon. It’s obvious you’re not okay, me asking you that was stupid..There’s literally pink seeping through your shirt, so how can you tell me that?” He goes in his bag and takes out wraps.
He gave a smile, “..Fair enough.” The taller man fell back, letting out a loud wheeze before coughing more. “..It was just an accident. I..tore one of my scars open doing something and carrying something heavy. S-Sorry?” He couldn’t help but smile still.
He sighs and goes over to him and sits down next to him. “You don’t have to say sorry since you didn’t purposely do it, just lift your shirt up so I can wrap it. Now you know to be more careful.”
“I’ll..try.” Using his good arm, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted. He wasn’t a built man or anything, just a bit of a stomach with very ugly bruises and scars on his torso. The open scar was a long and thin one, but was bleeding as it seemed to have been pulled possibly. It was curving around his side. “It’s not too bad, but it burns.”
He looks and then he begins wrapping his side. “It’s not too bad but I’m still wrapping it to be on the safe side.” After he was done wrapping Scott’s wound, he pats the wrap to make sure it was on there all the way, then puts down his shirt.
He smiled, “Thanks for the help, Michael.” He coughed, “I can’t afford to bleed out, ya know?” A laugh came through from him. “And now my whole side hurts..”
(This is from the sentence starter I reblogged from you) “Whoa, are you okay?”
All that came from the man was a loud wheezing cough, his good right arm rubbing his side with his side seeming almost a pink like color under the shirt. “Hey Michael, I’m alright.” A smile like usual but a gross cough came from him.
He goes over to him to inspect him, he notices the pink seeping through the shirt so he looks at Scott. “Don’t you lie to me, Cawthon. It’s obvious you’re not okay, me asking you that was stupid..There’s literally pink seeping through your shirt, so how can you tell me that?” He goes in his bag and takes out wraps.
He gave a smile, “..Fair enough.” The taller man fell back, letting out a loud wheeze before coughing more. “..It was just an accident. I..tore one of my scars open doing something and carrying something heavy. S-Sorry?” He couldn’t help but smile still.
He sighs and goes over to him and sits down next to him. “You don’t have to say sorry since you didn’t purposely do it, just lift your shirt up so I can wrap it. Now you know to be more careful.”
“I’ll..try.” Using his good arm, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted. He wasn’t a built man or anything, just a bit of a stomach with very ugly bruises and scars on his torso. The open scar was a long and thin one, but was bleeding as it seemed to have been pulled possibly. It was curving around his side. “It’s not too bad, but it burns.”
(This is from the sentence starter I reblogged from you) “Whoa, are you okay?”
All that came from the man was a loud wheezing cough, his good right arm rubbing his side with his side seeming almost a pink like color under the shirt. “Hey Michael, I’m alright.” A smile like usual but a gross cough came from him.
He goes over to him to inspect him, he notices the pink seeping through the shirt so he looks at Scott. “Don’t you lie to me, Cawthon. It’s obvious you’re not okay, me asking you that was stupid..There’s literally pink seeping through your shirt, so how can you tell me that?” He goes in his bag and takes out wraps.
He gave a smile, "..Fair enough." The taller man fell back, letting out a loud wheeze before coughing more. "..It was just an accident. I..tore one of my scars open doing something and carrying something heavy. S-Sorry?" He couldn't help but smile still.
(This is from the sentence starter I reblogged from you) “Whoa, are you okay?”
All that came from the man was a loud wheezing cough, his good right arm rubbing his side with his side seeming almost a pink like color under the shirt. “Hey Michael, I’m alright.” A smile like usual but a gross cough came from him.
You're a meanie head
“And you’re a pathetic man who is falling apart. Your point?”
“Hey I’m not the trash bear who wanted to be so intimidated, you had to take over someone else’s spot. You don’t scare me with your words, you ugly Yogi Bear.”
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fifty ways to kiss someone. send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…
…good morning.
…goodnight.
…goodbye.
…where it hurts.
…where it doesn’t hurt.
…on a falling tear.
…to shut them up.
…in secrecy.
…in public.
…desperately.
…in joy.
…in grief.
…discreetly.
…casually.
…passionately.
…lazily.
…to distract.
…as encouragement.
…for luck.
…on a scar.
…on a place of insecurity.
…in a rush of adrenaline.
…in relief.
…in danger.
…as a ‘yes’.
…as an apology.
…as a suggestion.
…as a lie.
…as a promise.
…as comfort.
…after a small rejection.
…to wake yours up.
…forcefully.
…to pretend.
…to gain something.
…to give up control.
…without a motive.
…because yours is running out of time.
…because mine is.
…because the world is ending.
…because the world is saved.
…out of pride.
…out of greed.
…out of lust.
…out of anger.
…out of envy or jealousy.
…out of spite.
…out of habit.
…out of necessity.
…out of love.
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💚 - friendship 💙 - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) 💔 - past relationship 💜 - hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away ) 💛 - hateship ( enemies ) 💟 - friends with benefits ❤ - romantic relationship
Trash kid
Scott is a trash baby