look, i’m a nice person, but i’m not here to take your shit.
we're not kids anymore.
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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look, i’m a nice person, but i’m not here to take your shit.
SHE GOT SOME PRITTSTICK AND SHE GLUED HER LIPS TOGETHER. SO SHE NEVER HAD TO SPEAK, NEVER HAD TO SPEAK, NEVER HAD TO SPEAK.
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“ Well, that is true. ”
A smile is given before she kneels down to fiddle with the engine. Sparks flicker before it connects and is running.
“ Thank you, Drover. Have you always lived here? ”
He watches her work with the machine with eyes wide with curiosity && a smile forms on his face when bright sparks appear.
❝Ain’t been here so long --- my ma and I got here maybe a couple of weeks back. Whatta ‘bout you?❞
Madison hadn’t seen the other in a long time. They were friends in high school, until Madison decided she would rather become friends with the popular crowd than with them. It had been a selfish decision, to leave her best friend hanging there, but her new friends didn’t want them in and so Madison had joined the group by herself. Years had gone by without the two of them seeing each other. Almost a decade, actually. Madison knew that the high school reunion would be fun in some ways, but awkward in others. She was chatting with some of the girls she had replaced the other with when she spotted them. Her smiled didn’t fade, but instead it just froze on her face. She stared a little bit too long, wondering what to do. She didn’t want to ignore them all night, so she made her way to them, pretending as if their friendship hadn’t been rudely ended by her ten years ago. “Hi! It’s so good to see you. How have you been?”
He had no idea what the fuck he was doing here. He’d never liked school ------- he barely ever turned up for it ------- && he certainly didn’t like the people in it. In fact, there was only one person he’d ever been friends with in this entire room && even then their friendship was a short lived one, after she decided she had better people to talk to. So when she saunters up to him with her fake smiles && sweet words, like nothing had ever happened between them, he finds himself laughing lowly and replying with the same fake enthusiasm. “Absolutely fucking wonderful, Maddie.” He tests out his old nickname for her with a roll of his eyes. “How’s things for you in Wonderland?
club penguin bans sentence starters
"i'm a fucking piece of pizza,"
"holy shit toto, we sure as fuck ain't in kansas anymore,"
"i ain't fucking with these christmas lights anymore,"
"why is the only angry one black?"
"get in loser, we're going sledding,"
"jesus fucking christ, that cookie hot as shit,"
"ah yes, my meth lab is ready,"
"i need this life vest 'cos i'm drowning in the pussy,"
"i could kill you right now, no one would wear you scream,"
"i could go back and pretend to be you,"
"fashion police, you're definitely under arrest,"
"you're tearing this family apart, ___"
"what do you mean you're being murdered? that's illegal, people can't do that,"
"i'm wanted for stealing yo girl/boy,"
"wanna hear a joke? your future,"
"i would like to order all the money,"
"when i see stars i think of you. because you're only beautiful from a distance,"
"do it for the vine,"
"you dress like an idiot,"
"girl/boy, are you because i want to take you out,"
"hey you forgot something. your social life,"
"help me hide this body in here,"
"did you just propose, using emojis?"
"do drugs they said. it will be fun they said,"
"it's called capitalism,"
"thank you for helping me commit cannibalism,"
"shit, we on national television,"
"bitch, throw one more snowball at me,"
"can you leave my house please?"
"i'm sensing you're a bit of a bitch,"
"can i pay you in swag?"
"excuse me, do you know where i can find the booty?"
"what the flipper?"
"santa isn't real,"
"what do penguins do in a race? they peng-win,"
"a milkshake ain't a goddamn pizza,"
"locked up because my eyebrow game was too strong,"
"man, look at all this fuckin' dope,"
"fuck it, i ain't running,"
"hey, do you wanna join my gang?"
"i'll ask my mom,"
"smooth as butter,"
yooo, i know i've been an absolute trash head, but i'm actually back now!! today i'm going to attempt to fix up the blog and bio, but between then i shall be attempting well owed replies and writing starters for people. so like this if you'd like a (v short, probably one liner) starter, or message me if you'd like to plot!
hello dearest friends!! i’m slowly coming out of hibernation as my computing coursework comes to an end (thank fuck!!) so hopefully i shall be back soon-ish! i have missed y’all, if if you want to plot or write or anything please just hit me up c:
scavcnge
“ Yes, please. Could you hold this? ”
Seeing someone offer help was rare, so she took advantage of it. When she hands the box of wrenches, her body eases down.
“ I’m Rey. You are? ”
❝Of course.❞
He mumbles, wiping a grimy hand on his shirt before he takes the item in his arms.
❝Drover. Awful nice to meet you and all ---- no one round here seems too friendly.❞
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❝d’ya need a hand?❞ he asks to the girl HAULING objects across the sand.
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sometimes u just gotta lay on the floor with ur dog
reblog this if ur part of the “putting chips in ur sandwiches” squad.
notmakoto:
bro, bro ur hand looks heavy. let me hold it for u.
Behind the Mask | Drover & Ryan
Ryan hated to admit it but his mother was right; he should have learned how to properly tie a necktie.
In his defense though, as man who hadn’t planned on wearing a tie, much less a suit anywhere but his own funeral learning how to do a perfect Windsor knot had never been high on his list of priorities- if it was then maybe he wouldn’t have spent the past ten minutes fumbling with the stupid piece of fabric in the parking lot before eventually just throwing the thing in the backseat of his car, deciding that the splendor of the prince charming outfit he’d had forced on him was glamorous enough to escort his date inside.
And his date sure seemed to think so as she, along with the boy behind her wrapped him in the biggest hug he’d had in a long time- after all, he only saw his sister and brother three times a year: Thanksgiving, Christmas, and their family’s annual charity ball for the town and though Ryan definitely didn’t look forward to any of those events, he definitely looked forward to seeing his siblings.
HE WISHED HIS MOTHER DIDN’T KNOW about this. It was an accidental slip of the tongue one night when he called her && ever since she’s been pestering him to go. Of course she got the backing of his boss ----- both of them collabritively insisting that he must take some time off && that he needs to ‘enjoy’ himself. Needless to say, he would’ve preferred a night in with Joey. But he didn’t really have much choice any more. Once his mother was hooked on something, that was it.
His excuse was going to be a costume, but that had been sorted too. After rooting around discarded boxes in the attics, his boss had plucked out a mask && some formal wear for him to borrow for the evening. So there the young male was, dressed in a suit that really, only just fitted him, standing awkwardly apart from all these strangers in costume as he clutched onto a glass of punch that the hosts had made up. He wasn’t planning on talking to anyone, nor to dance to anyone. Just to stick around long enough to satisy his elders && to get them off his back.
so basically all that's changed is that i pout?? idk but the photo on the left makes me happy because it's one i uploaded on my first ever drover blog (shit that was 2 years ago!?) and it was a v happy time because i was interacting w/ fabulous people -- some of whom still remain here today, putting up with me 😉