RUBIES! DIAMONDS! GEMS!

ANYTHING. ANYWHERE. ANY TIME. ANYTHING. MY LOVE IS DEVOTED TO YOU IN PLASTIC.

[dream-o-rama]

hewwooo

streaming BRAIN DAMAGE aka reggie’s fc source here soon! im accepting every1 just lmk who u r in the chat… ;) starting @ 9:00!!!!

[dream-o-rama]

TO LOVE IS TO LOSE; IT’S JUST A MATTER OF TIME. THE ROACH. THE RULES.

[detroitlib]

View of interior of a 1976 Buick car. Label on sleeve: “General Motors, Buick interior, 1976.”

Courtesy of the National Automotive History Collection, Detroit Public Library

[rubymines]

[rubymines]

rubymines‌:

just realised i only updated the judy fuckers but. she’s mine babeys

[inboxideas]

If you could recast my faceclaim, who would you choose and why?

submitted by anonymous

[rubymines]

CHARACTER FLAWS. Tagged by: @sleazygoing thank you quincy you absolute unit

Tagging: whoever wants to im sexy & so are you

Bold the ones that apply to your character. Italicize the ones that sort of / occasionally apply.

reginald aka █████ ███████;

absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | aimless | alcoholic | anxious | arrogant |audacious | bad liar | bigmouth | bigot | blindly obedient  | blunt | callous | childish | chronic heroism | clingy | clumsy | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cowardly | cruel | cynical |delinquent | delusional | dependent | depressed | deranged | disloyal | ditzy | egotistical | envious | erratic | fickle | finicky | flaky | frail | fraudulent | guilt complex | gloomy |gluttonous | gossiper | gruff | gullible | hedonistic | humourless | hypochondriac |hypocritical | idealist | idiotic | ignorant | immature | impatient | incompetent | indecisive | insecure | insensitive | lazy | lewd | liar | lustful | manipulative | masochistic | meddlesome | melodramatic | money-loving | moody | naive | nervous | nosy | ornery |  overprotective | overly sensitive | paranoid | passive-aggressive | perfectionist | pessimist | petty | power-hungry | proud | pushover | reckless | reclusive | remorseless | rigorous | sadistic | sarcastic | senile | selfish | self-destructive | shallow | sociopath | sore loser | spineless | spiteful | spoiled | stubborn | tactless | temperamental | timid | tone-deaf | traitorous | nonathletic | ungracious | unlucky | unsophisticated | untrustworthy | vain | withdrawn | workaholic

[popularmodernism]

[rubymines]

reginald b like..... 4th world problems :/

[rubymines]

reginald, going to the barber after 3 years of not cutting / doing anything whatsoever with his hair & hiding around in various fast food parking lots & forests bumming off of unsuspecting ppl & trashcans: might just fuck around and get me a mullet

[rubymines]

sleazygoing‌:

           In this moment, watching this poor guy blow chunks at the park,            Vernon expertly stifled a dry-heave, decided that Reginald deeply            understood him, and wondered whether there was any truer or            more visceral a human connection than sympathy-barfing. Maybe            they were kindred spirits or something. Synergy (he’d used the            word ‘synergy’ sixteen times in the last twenty-four hours). Maybe            Reginald took one for the team in a way. Vernon, miraculously, felt            an extremely deep clarity and now found himself totally absolved            of his desire to barf.

           For this reason, something compelled him, maybe his naturally            loving instincts, maybe just the two pink smiley face pills dissolving            in his otherwise empty stomach, to circle the trashcan and slink up            behind the bench while exuding this gently hovering hummingbird            type energy. He started rubbing Reginald’s shoulder, kneading at            the back of his jacket with his thumb in these little washing-machine            circles. Vernon Kennedy: beacon of love over here. Transmitting            good energies. Soft. Good thoughts. It’s okay, dude. Better out            than in. 

          “That’s the spirit,” still stroking him, “call me Vernon. You’re a smart            guy, I think you and I are going to make a lot of beautiful money            together. So pop the trunk, babe, you know what I’m saying? I            think there’s some paperwork in there. Maybe some weed. It’s a            surprise. I think the combination is 1-2-3-4. I’m telling you that            because I trust you. It’s Gucci, you know. Gen-u-ine imitation            alligator leather.“

         Reginald most definitely appreciated the shoulder rub, even while throwing up. He’d have to make that up to the guy some way someday. Maybe a blowjob? Generic, admittedly; that was always the rat bastard’s first fucking thought when it came to showcasing gratitude. He wondered if it was hard to give someone a massage through thick Corinthian leather. This thought only made Reginald all the more grateful.            “Vernon!” He chirped, after being seated & somewhat cleaned up. Though that was a stretch to say, with the slick, greasy state of his curly hair & suspicious moist areas on his face. Sweat. & gimme lots of it, Charlie. “I’m very smart. I’m quite intelligent. I went to Stanford.” So close but no cigar. Not that a degree from a year ago at all flattered nor matched his present state of being.                   With his trembling singular hand, he tried very hard to open the combination, but alas, those damn combination locks tend to be meant to be held in one hand & opened with the other. More sweat. “C-C-Could you be a lad and open it, mate? This bloody claw of me’s don’t do much good.”                    He took this time to approvingly nod at & admire the case.             “Yeas, genuine imitation alligator leather... you know, I knew a crocodile once? Fellow’s name was Rico, he gave me a margarita.”

[rubymines]

like 4 starrter

[rubymines]

robert watching reginald absolutely blow all his hard earned money on scams & alcohol 

[jpegfantasy]

Interior Design Ideas: Inside an English Home, Rosalind Burdett, 1988  📚

Salvaged & scanned by @jpegfantasy  🖨️

[rubymines]

softestmood‌:

NOT THIS FUCKIN’ GUY AGAIN. Even though Reginald didn’t outright physically attack him, Virote could feel the urge emitting from him like a stench. Ill intent. The meaning to cause harm, despite the warnings Virote had given him earlier. The warning of DON’T FUCK WITH ME, MISTER. When he was greeted by the aggressive oddball, Virote kept a decent distance between them. Couldn’t get hurt if safety precautions were taken, right? ❝Hi, Reginald. I’m always on the witcheroos. Never got off of it, dude.❞ An awkward pause, followed by a cough to buy some time ( with additional avoidance of meeting eyes for longer than necessary, obviously intimidated. ) With as terrible as Reginald could be with him, he did feel some pity. ‘Ole fellow was clearly in some other realm. ❝Are you having a good evening? Hope you’ve been taking care in this super duper cold weather.❞

       Reginald crossed his singular arm over where the other would’ve been with some restraint (maybe to stop it from swinging), slumping further back to the brick wall he was seated against. He noticed the maintained distance; subconsciously, a little smirk grew on his face. Very self-satisfied, Reginald was. “Never got offa it, eh. Though yae’n’s bloody oughttae.” In a stroke of genius, he pulled a cigar from his coat pocket & lit it, purposefully puffing carcinogens in Vi’s general direction. Petty bastard.                 Not once throughout the exchange did he blink or break eye contact, even whilst lighting the cigar. “I’m havin’ a bloody awful evenin’, mate. Nott’n’s yae’d ca’, but all the evenin’s been a fohk’n hassle— droppin’ the boozeroonis, unintentionally upsettin’ the uptighty-whities folks, staggerin’ and a fallin’ ‘round the block— donnae help only havin’ one arm to back me’s up.” He pulled his cigar from his mouth to blow a long stream of carcinogens, sneering a little. “Bet that was you’s fault, now ‘n that’s methinks about it. Pulled a fast one on me, eh, with the witcheroos?”

            He didn’t really remember how he’d lost it.                   “But, I’ve been takin’ care. Me boyfriend’s comin’ to pick me up in a stagecoach here soon. Afraid you weren’t invited to the party——                    ——ay, bolderdash; you’ve got me talkin’, clever bassahd. Lemme pull the tricks on you. Are you havin’ a good evenin’?”                          He really thought he did something there.

[rubymines]

fleshsashimi‌:

     Romeo really likes to collect parts of the human body, but he usually uses them for consumption. And although he can use human bones to make broths, he doesn’t really know if much flavor can be extracted from a tooth. He holds out the little pearl that could have used some more dentistry in its lifetime (and is probably why it was removed with such ease), and rolls it between his thumb and forefinger. His heart gives a soft but excited thud-thud at the idea that he has been given a sacred gift.

       “Thank you…” his eyes go shiny with tears of gratitude, and he opens his own mouth, dips his own fingers among his teeth, and pulls out a piece of chewed-up Big Red cinnamon gum. He leans forward and puts it into Reggie’s mouth, as a tit-for-tat present. “Here. I can’t take out my teeth, but I hope this will do. This is the nicest thing anyone’s done for me all year…”

       Reginald had some sacred notion about the whole exchange, but as the going-ons in Reginald’s mind tended to be, it was undoubtedly far different from the sacred-ness Romeo perceived. He wiped his mouth & spat out some blood, then wiped his mouth again, before he was greeted by a wad of secondhand gum. He chewed this indifferently, as though A. it wasn’t... secondhand fucking gum, or B. no longer cinnamon, but rather blood, flavoured.            “Oh, iff no pwahblem, mate. Anyfing fow a fwiend.”                   The “R”s disappeared along with the rest of the mess.       After a hearty ten-ish more chews, the flavour & texture finally caught up to his body, & he gagged a little, spitting the red-now-redder wad on the ground behind him, gagging again & spitting out more blood. Another wipe. That was about the rest of it, at least.              He narrowed his eyes. “Aw yeaw? Yaw tewwing me da bwoody maffiah haffn’t had peopwe knocking at hiff door leff and wight aww yeaw?”                    There’s that damn going-on I was telling you about.

[grungusdollar]

I had an epiphany

[whimsicalpersephone-deactivated]

when youre both its out of control

[twisteddelusion]

[rubymines]

@softestmood lms.

     Have you ever been to a friend’s house, & they own a stinking dog— & the bloody canine just stares at you, for maybe ten seconds, before it goes absolutely hog wild and starts barking, trying to bite and maim and attack you? Reginald was in the stare phase, making the most eerie, direct eye contact with Virote he possibly could. If there were no other people around, he most definitely would’ve launched himself forward & tried to bite and main and attack him, but there were people around, & Reginald had enough sense to consider jail time, so he stayed down.          “’Ello, chappie.” Very calm. Very civilised. “Reckon you’re on the witcheroos again?”