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mercy is a luxury. One I cannot afford. [ indie oc account. please see about for more. ]
mercy is a luxury. One I cannot afford. [ indie oc account. please see about for more. ]
mercy is a luxury. One I cannot afford. [ indie oc account. please see about for more. ]
mercy is a luxury. One I cannot afford. [ indie oc account. please see about for more. ]
mercy is a luxury. One I cannot afford. [ indie oc account. please see about for more. ]
mercy is a luxury. One I cannot afford. [ indie oc account. please see about for more. ]
mercy is a luxury. One I cannot afford. [ indie oc account. please see about for more. ]
mercy is a luxury. One I cannot afford. [ indie oc account. please see about for more. ]
mercy is a luxury. One I cannot afford. [ indie oc account. please see about for more. ]
mercy is a luxury. One I cannot afford. [ indie oc account. please see about for more. ]
amplitudinem
indie oc
4+ years experience roleplaying (2 on tumblr)
oc and au friendly
skype avaliable for mutuals
triggering material may be on
⌈ home ask rules ⌋
and i’m l o n e l y; there, i said it i’m lonely but it’s { hard to admit it } when everybody thinks that you’re fine all the time and you’re not
"Oh please I’m a better rider than you think." Johnny snorted.
"Yes you do. Jeez. I’ve come up with better insults for you and we both know it." He gestured. "Well lead the way, brainiac."
"We’re not testing that."
"Nope." In a very quick motion he shifted his body to one side, nudging Johnny a bit. "Then move, wrench." He whispered in a stupidly over-sexualized voice before walking forward. "This way."
"Please, you’re a telekin-whatever, you could probably save us even if was a screw up."
The thug snickered at his… friend? Man what could he even consider Mercury (or whatever he changed his name to. He was stuck as Mercury or bookworm in Johnny’s mind.) “You’re so fucking dumb.” He snorted as he followed him.
"Telepath with telekinetic abilities." He confirmed.
"You call me bookworm. The implication being I'm overly intelligent." Lewis said, still walking, not bothering to look at his companion. "So if I'm fucking dumb, that puts you in a real bad spot."
I don’t know, the Bugle seems to put a lot of things on your head.
A lot? Try everything. I’m good, I’m bad, I’m bad, I’m worse. I just can’t win with those guys.
I can't help you there, Spidey, sorry about that. All I can do is... tell people you're not evil?
Hm. Yes, I can see the problem you’d face.
Yeah, surprisin’ your mother-in-law isn’t really worth the Bugle– and probably NYPD– putting a bounty on my head.
I don't know, the Bugle seems to put a lot of things on your head.
Loving me is asking for disaster.
six words; forty-seven (via spareheiress)
"That works." That and Johnny’s pockets were little ‘empty’ after trying to fix his motorcycle. The thug popped back inside to grab a light jacket- didn’t need it but it hid the tats so in the long run, helped hide his ID. He came right back out. "You choose the place, bookworm."
"Perfect." Lewis said. "I know a good place within walking distance. Well, to people with good endurance. That, and I don’t trust you on your motorcycle, grease monkey."
He tested the nickname. “No. No, no, no, back to the drawing board, I need a better insult.”
"Oh please I’m a better rider than you think." Johnny snorted.
"Yes you do. Jeez. I’ve come up with better insults for you and we both know it." He gestured. "Well lead the way, brainiac."
"We're not testing that."
"Nope." In a very quick motion he shifted his body to one side, nudging Johnny a bit. "Then move, wrench." He whispered in a stupidly over-sexualized voice before walking forward. "This way."