favorite video game?
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favorite video game?
“obviously, it’s minecraft. but i guess portal takes a close second.”
what would you sell your soul for?
“honestly ?? season 6 of teen titans.”
what gaming channel would you want to be like/do you admire?
“probably uberhaxornova - he’s the fucking shit. he’s been working the youtube gaming grind for what ?? like twelve years, and has gone through like, two big name channels and is still the fucking shit.”
☎, ♥, ☺
voicemail not meant for you
“mi madre. mom. mommy. the love and light of my WORLD. if you would be so gracious, on your way home from work: you pick me up some flamin’ hot cheetos ?? or even some regular chee- oh fuck. this is frankie. WELL, if you’d wanna bring me some flamin’ hot cheetos, that’d be cool too. i’m not gonna pay you back, but it’d still be cool.”
loving voicemail
“olivia benson !! i’m sorry for throwing popcorn at you the other night, because now i keep finding popcorn in my sheets. speaking of the other night, thanks for coming over. i mean, i know you’re over all the time, but just... thank you. i really appreciated it. you’re really great. thanks for moving to utah, frankie - even if it does fucking suck.”
happy voicemail
“i don’t know why you’re not picking up your phone, but i finally sent that college app in. that makes me feel young and old, at the same time. i should tell my mom, so she finally gets off my back about it but do you wanna come rewatch ‘that 70s show’ instead ??”
☆ (sorry, its random AJZKDJD)
drunken voicemail
“i love you a lot, do ya know that ?? i’m literally sitting in someone’s closet with their cat. isn’t that fucking hilarious ?? because, you know, i’m bisexual !! and i fucking love cats. they’re so god damn cute. all cats are, i love them so much - but i love you more, obviously. oh jeez, are you jealous of cats? i swear i love you more.”
✉ !!
‘BIG NEWS!’ voicemail
“TRISTAN !! my DUDE !! mr roan just told me about your paper the other day. i know you’re in practice right now, but holy shit !! you did great !! he said your paper was dope. i mean, obviously our 75 year old american lit teacher doesn’t say ‘dope’, but i’m sure it was the equvialent of ‘dope’ 60 years ago. WHAT i’m trying to say, is your paper was great...”
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☺: for a happy voicemail
♥ : for a loving voicemail
♚ : for a confessing voicemail
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✾: for a congratulatory voicemail
☽: for the final voicemail ever received (think death, etc)
ϟ: for a break up voicemail
♦: for an apologetic voicemail
♣: for a sad voicemail
☎: for a voicemail not meant for you
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evitafck:
evie had spent her lunch drenching herself in the sun with friends, music blasting from her phone. she had long since stopped trying to be productive in her spare time - although if you asked her, topping up on vitamin d was a beneficial use of one’s time. dozy from all the heat, evie was just making her way across the quad when she spotted buffy. making her way over to the tree, she tapped the end of her sneaker against its trunk gently. “c’mon, cheer up.” evie smiled slightly, holding out a strawberry lollipop to buffy. “it can’t be all that bad.”
buffy grinned at evie; the tall blonde was always a welcome sight to her. (it was also always evie’s parties buffy would find herself passed out in the tub at.) she reached out, taking the lollipop from her, “i suppose it’s happy, now that i have this,” she laughs, “it goes with my slushie.” she held out the bag of sun chips to her, “trade?”
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triistvns:
tristan was never fully satisfied, he was always seen with a snack in hand, whether he was in a classroom or walking towards one. it wasn’t a surprise that before getting his own lunch at the cafeteria, he dipped his finger into the frosting of a cupcake ( that was clearly not his ). ❛ mh, vanilla. ❜ he hummed with a satisfied smile. ❛ do you REALLY want the cupcake ? ❜
buffy pulled the cupcake away, “ex-cuse me.” she looks up at tristan, “you are not going near my cupcake, you entitled brat!” she pouts, glancing down at the cupcake her brother had made, “don’t you have hockey practice right now, or something? don’t you have to go beat some poor freshman with a hockey stick?”
lvcianp:
at the mention of his name, lucian turns around quickly, realizing it’s just a couple of freshmen talking about this being his last season in high school. “and hopefully for good.” he whispers to himself, turning back around and starting the trek to english class, instantly slamming into someone else. “oh, shit. i’m –” he’s cut off by a teacher yelling at him for his profanity. “are you okay?” he questions, brown hues scanning the other up and down for possible injury.
the feeling of slamming into someone and her books & comics falling to the floor shocked buffy out of her sleepy trance. she jumped, looking up at lucian before she processed his question, “y-yeah, i’m fine, thanks.” she frowns, “i should’ve looked where i was going - sorry.”
ofscbastians:
WITH THE BALL BALANCING ON the tip of his finger, his attention is focused on the front doors of east high. it was late. probably midday. & the quad was empty. after all, everyone was already in class. entering the silent building, he bounces the ball lightly to break the silence before stumbling into a familiar face. ❝ shouldn’t you be in class ? ❞
IF BUFFY WAS BEING honest, she was hiding from her history quiz; she hadn’t studied her share of roman emperors long enough and hardly knew marcus aurelius from tiberius. which was the precise reason she was situated in front of her locker, watching gossip girl on her laptop before her eyes glanced up at sebastian, ripping her headphones out and raising an eyebrow at his question, “are you going to run and tell miss clio i’m skipping her history quiz?” she retorts, resting her chin on her hand.
buffy walked down the path in the quad, an earphone in one ear and a slushie in her hand. it was directly after lunch, and the beginning of buffy’s free period (lucky, lucky her.), which meant her other hand preoccupied her phone, a graphic novel and a bag of sun chips. buffy was trying to make her way to the abandoned history portable at the edge of campus, but she kept dodging late and nervous freshmen ever 5 steps she took, “little fucking shits.” she huffed, finally giving up and sitting under a tree in the middle of the quad.
hey there demons, it’s me blossom. i’m eighteen and i just got home from work and now im going to mcfucking bingewatch the rest of young justice. i’m in the eastern timezone and im a literal drop out so i’m home like 90% of the time because i have 1 friend (my mom). i’m gonan become ur favourite canadian friend. i’ll send u timmies and shawn mendes. (cw for death!!)