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@soulschlepping
‘Are you always a smartass?’ ‘Nope. Sometimes I’m asleep.’
Jim Butcher, Blood Rites
(via hqlines)
🔱 I’M LOOKING FOR GOD.
no, not like that. i mean physically looking. maybe some of you have seen her. short little shit, both in temperament and stature. manages to keep getting soused long after you’ve cut ‘er off and tried giving her water? sometimes speaks in third person and likes to be called ‘captain’ in bed?
🔱 DOESN’T SOUND LIKE ANY GOD YOU’VE READ ABOUT?
i’ll let you in on a secret, friend. those tablet-tappers of yesteryear that penned those testaments you know and love were basically the TMZ of their day. i’m afraid you’ve been mislead by a sorely mistranslated tabloid. anyway, i need to find that holy pain in my ass because all hell is starting to break loose on the earth, and i’ve got nothing to do with it.
🔱 PLEASED TO MEET YOU. HOPE YOU GUESSED MY NAME.
if you run into the captain, let her know LUCIE is looking for her. cheers, pal.
SYMPATHY ⛧ COURTESY ⛧ POLITESSE
ehhhhhh semi-hiatus? hopefully just for a couple of days. because reasons:
mostly i’m just in a really, really temperamental headspace and we all know how i can rip into someone for annoying me when i get this way. spare anyone my short-fuse, i’m hanging on my personal, @ihatefun
it’s still too hot.
i’m PMSing.
i’m out of weed.
i’m out of food.
i have so many incomplete projects that i’d like to get a couple done.
BAD MOOD BAD MOOD BAD MOOD.
you can follow my personal tho! i’m starting to bring a few more rp resources, tumblr help, and shit like that over there. i used to be a rph and i semi-miss it. not enough to be a full-time rph, but enough to wanna do a little but. Likely don’t take requests, though i’m not 100% on that yet.
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From How To Be Single (2016)
(Zelda) But your vampire fiction RULES!
“Thanks. Can you tell that to the vampire I based my MC on? She doesn’t seem to fully appreciate my interpretation of old vampires. I thought farting dust was a pretty unique quirk but… I guess she didn’t see it that way.”Adahlia just sighed and shrugged. “I thought she was gonna come after me like Bette Porter did to Jenny Schecter in the end. Actually, now that I think about it, Bette Porter seemed pretty vampire-y too. Huh.”
65+ “questionable scenario” lyric starters based on bloodhound gang songs
lots of nsfw though i’m not sure how far into the sack these lines will actually get your muse… but really these can be used for all kinds of situations. text threads, snapchat starters, angst, frienemies, fwb, etc. go wild. send some for an unusual starter!
Caught you sniffing my boxers!
Who the fuck does that at Red Lobster?
You’re creepy, like when Tom Cruise laughs.
That’s how your finger felt in my ass.
I’m gonna come to your house on the back of a horse with a bunch of villagers carrying torches!
You skeeve me the hell out, like shitting naked.
I rub the lotion on my skin or else I get the hose again!
The roof is on fire.
We don’t need no water. Let the motherfucker burn!
Hello my name is [______] and I’m a dumb white guy.
I’m hung like planet Pluto. Hard to see with the naked eye.
I’m the root of all that’s evil, but you can call me Cookie.
This honky’s goin’ to heaven.
Every time I think that I’m the only one who’s lonely, someone calls on me.
Marinate the nether-rod in the squish mitten.
Power drill the yippie-bog with the dude-piston.
I don’t wanna beat around the bush.
Put the You Know What in the You Know Where. Pronto.
You do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about.
Put your hands down my pants and I bet you’ll feel nuts.
I want you smothered, want you covered like my Waffle House hash browns.
You and me, baby, ain’t nothing but mammals.
So let’s do it like they do on the discovery channel.
Hey you! You dance like those assholes I see in old Molly Ringwald movies.
I think you’re as uncool as me!
They don’t think you’re all that cool?
They like you for your stuff? That’s bull.
But your vampire fiction RULES!
I’m such a tit. I say dumb shit.
Do you like Renaissance Fairs?
Where’d you get that scarf?
Tis what thy lord doth wear!
I’ll be in the car.
What’s the harm in going over just to say hello?
You’re a zombie from the Thriller video.
Not now, Meatloaf!
I’ll be eating hot wings with a bib on.
Doesn’t that cloud kinda look like Anna Nicole Smith?
A pep talk right now would help a lot.
Don’t ask me what that means.
I thought that she was waving, so I was waving back.
His tanning booth threw up on him.
I pale in comparison.
You would think of something cool to say here.
Maybe there’s no one for me out there.
On the bright side, you’re gonna get really good at Solitaire.
Kiss me where it smells funny.
So down I go, like 2000 Flushes.
She’s the one that’s speechless.
I’m the one that’s tongue-tied.
But when she smiled, she had about as much teeth as a Jack-O-Lantern.
Just jot me down on your TO-DO list under ‘Put out like a fire!’
All you need is my uhn-tiss, uhn-tiss, uhn-tiss.
How do I get in your pants when you’re tick-tocking them?
That’s why I’m here to fill that opening.
Ain’t my job to fuck you on your birthday anymore.
You’re like a Hawaiian Punch mustache right under my nose.
I dumped you ‘cause you ain’t nothin’ but trash.
If I want to be repeatedly shit on, I’ll go make Dutch porn.
I don’t know who got on you, but I’m not wrong in thanking them.
Wanna see how many push-ups I can do?
I know my haikus are freaking intense!
Even the words I made up to sound French don’t express my feelings for your toilet parts.
I would show up for a pottery class dressed like a pirate… on a unicorn that shits your name in stars.
I’m loitering on cliffs thinking about stuff. Like screwing you on the beach at night.
One milkshake. Two Straws.
If only life were as easy as you, I’d still get screwed.
I thank your dad for the damaged goods.
You might as well be farting with a Walkman on.
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i’m not dead. just dicking around on brandon more the past couple days.
CURRENT MOOD.