Scott Henderson

Professional Scumbag

[musingxmemes]

Sᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ “Hᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ (...)”s. Tʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ‘ʏᴇs’ ᴏʀ ‘ɴᴏ’.

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It’s TMI Tuesday! Ask my muse anything you want and they’ll have to answer honestly.

Originally posted by skreenedtees

[superstonedscott-blog]

Scott hadn’t remembered the events that lead up to him hijacking that golf cart all to well. They seemed to be a blur of pubs, rushing together and judging by the small mountain of bottles that lay sprawled amongst the remains of the golf cart he was already past the point of accepting responsibility for his actions. Instead Scott stood near the bathrooms, leaning on the wall watching the recorded video of him joy riding the golf cart. The man somehow managed to not only retrieve the cart, but also managed to evade the pursuing police force in it. Which is no small feat seeing the condition it was now in. 

He saw the female mechanic approaching and assumed she had an update or something about the cart, hopefully good news because the golf club was probably missing it by now. He held the phone out to the girl and stopped her “Wait wait wait, you gotta see this; its the best part!” He chuckled at the screen as it showed him successfully pull a front flip off in the golf cart before promptly crashing it into a tree, the video cut out there. His laughs were now broken up by desperate gasps for air, He had probably broken a rib or two; but it was almost certainly worth it. 

He turned his attention back to the girl as soon as he caught his breath. “So first things first, can you have it running again any time soon? I was planning on going for back-flip next time.” He made the motions of driving the cart into a flip and included sound effects for the entire thing. He pulled the tab off of his canteen and guzzled down some more of the pungent liquor that seemed to be the man’s own source of fuel. He held his hand up, expecting a high five for his antics. Everyone loved his antics, they had to; Scott didn’t give them much choice in the matter. His warm and friendly smile often sealed the deal alone without him even having to speak much.

[lessthanlogan-blog]

Just Act Normal||Logan&&Scott

 “FUCK!!” she cried out, though it was an aggressive cry, like the sound of someone who didn’t feel pain the way most did. Pulling her hand free she felt the shock set in as the blood slowly formed around the thick gashes against her fingers and her knuckles. It wasn’t anything serious, but it looked painful and bleed a bit until she wrapped a clean rag around it before stepping away from the golf cart. 

 In the process of attempting to replace one of the shocks on those expensive golf carts the customer brought in to be fixed she got her hand caught for a moment within the small engine. Luckily it wasn’t on she thought as she looked over her scrapped knuckles wondering how long it would take to heal. She was used to the nicks and cuts that came with working on machines however this was no little scrap to just go back to work with.

 She looked up trying to focus on something else, the pain wasn’t half bad, she had purposely put herself through worse, however it was her irritation fuming that she tried to subside by looking about. it was then that she noticed ht man sitting across form where she worked, as she watched him, he looked familiar. Not in the sense that she knew him, but in a way that she knew something was up with him. She wrapped the towel around her hand and approached the direction of the man. Which also happened to be the direction of the bathrooms.

[superstonedscott-blog]

Scott hadn’t remembered the events that lead up to him hijacking that golf cart all to well. They seemed to be a blur of pubs, rushing together and judging by the small mountain of bottles that lay sprawled amongst the remains of the golf cart he was already past the point of accepting responsibility for his actions. Instead Scott stood near the bathrooms, leaning on the wall watching the recorded video of him joy riding the golf cart. The man somehow managed to not only retrieve the cart, but also managed to evade the pursuing police force in it. Which is no small feat seeing the condition it was now in. 

He saw the female mechanic approaching and assumed she had an update or something about the cart, hopefully good news because the golf club was probably missing it by now. He held the phone out to the girl and stopped her “Wait wait wait, you gotta see this; its the best part!” He chuckled at the screen as it showed him successfully pull a front flip off in the golf cart before promptly crashing it into a tree, the video cut out there. His laughs were now broken up by desperate gasps for air, He had probably broken a rib or two; but it was almost certainly worth it. 

He turned his attention back to the girl as soon as he caught his breath. “So first things first, can you have it running again any time soon? I was planning on going for back-flip next time.” He made the motions of driving the cart into a flip and included sound effects for the entire thing. He pulled the tab off of his canteen and guzzled down some more of the pungent liquor that seemed to be the man’s own source of fuel. He held his hand up, expecting a high five for his antics. Everyone loved his antics, they had to; Scott didn’t give them much choice in the matter. His warm and friendly smile often sealed the deal alone without him even having to speak much.

[degeneratedaxton-blog]

 Daxton was unsure why he even bother to return to classes the following semester. He knew the students would still have some weird feelings towards him and he also knew that his level of focus in school would never be the same again. As he walked to his first class late per usual he sat at the first desk he could, the teacher made a comment and he didn’t speak, Dax simply looked up at him and sat down slowly.

  It wasn’t long before Daxton felt the rest of the class staring at his back, sure it had been a murder suicide, but that didn’t take away the rumors that surfaced for the brief moments when people suspected that Daxton had been the one behind it. He refused to look to the gazes against him, in fact it made him slouch down into his seat and focus mostly on the pen in his hand as he tapped it nervously against the table. He needed to get away, but being in a classroom he really had no where to go, that was until the most unexpected thing happened.

 As the man came in and played a song Daxton knew well his head snapped up and looked to the man, “Oh shit..” he said aloud seeing the man’s underwear. When the man was suddenly on his desk Dax leaned back as far as he could, the uncomfortable feeling showed in his ace as he answered softly looking away as he held back the urge to awkwardly laugh.

 “D-Daxton..”

[superstonedscott-blog]

Scott had picked his target with intention, this guy obviously wasnt having the best of times in this dull classroom. In fact he looked like he could use a good bail out of this brig. He wagged both of his fingers at the guy but stopped and replaced the look on his face with that of genuine surprise. “No way! Come on say it with some confidence. You are THE mother fucking Daxter. Not Duh Duh Daxter.” Even half drunk Scott knew that name. He had seen it on that psyche-evaluator’s desk last week when he was arrested for a pub brawl that he may or may not have started. He tapped his hands on the boy’s desk before leaning in and whispering to him, “I may or may not have slipped Joan Rivers over there a Klonopin or three. You could get up and walk out of here right now and he would never be the wiser.” He hiked a thumb over his shoulder at the obviously inebriated teacher. He hopped up on the teacher’s desk.”SO what’s it gunna be children of the corn? Another hour and a half of endless waves of numbers crashing down on you like hookers on benjamins or a free day off?” He pointed to the door, “Freedom is that way Daxter!” he leaned in close again, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Or would you prefer to be the main exhibit at the freakshow for a bit longer?” He motioned towards the other students who still seemed to be more focused on their fellow classmate than they were the half nude alcoholic.

[carterxmaterfis-deactivated2016]

Carter tugged on the hem of her jacket sleeves so they overlapped her small fingers. She picked up her pencil again and started sketching the tree out the classroom window. Calculous wasn’t exactly entertaining, even if she were good at it. She propped her chin up on top of her knuckles and started sketching the basic outline with her other hand. Carter jumped when she heard the door slam open and then her lips parted in confusion when a loud voice followed. Whatever. She glanced down at her notebook and frowned when she saw the large pencil streak across the outline of the trunk. At least she hadn’t actually been taking notes. Carter picked up her eraser and began the work of salvaging her drawing when she felt everyone looking at her. She glanced up and there was a man sitting in front of her with a guitar on his lap–she knew she had a propensity for zoning out when she was drawing, but this was ridiculous. Carter narrowed her eyes at the man for a moment before leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest. “Are you drunk?” She paused and glanced at her teacher before arching an eyebrow and looking back at him. “Carter. My name is Carter.” 

[superstonedscott-blog]

Scott narrowed his eyes “Drunk? Dont you mean -hic Drinked?” He said with a tone that depicted how 100% correct the man believed his words to be. When the young brunette offered up her name he nodded “Right! A song for Chelsea then!” Scott hopped back up to his feet and nearly fell back down his drunken stupor. His eyes were nearly completely shut and he was stumbling like an idiot but as if by some god forsaken means his voice rang clearly and his guitar’s tune resounded perfectly throughout the campus.

” Everyone's watching, to see what you will do Everyone's looking at you, oh Everyone's wondering, will you come out tonight Everyone's trying to get it right, get it right “

Surely it was a sight to behold, Scott leaping from desk to desk like some sort of gaffed gazelle. His gaze turned back to the girl, with a few quick hops he was back on her desk; he hopped down from her desk and leaned in close enough to the woman that the pungent smell of the in-numerous alcoholic beverages that blurred Scott's judgement would undoubtedly fill her nostrils. He sniffed the air for a second before squinting at her again. “Tell me Cynthia, have you ever skipped a lame math class?” At this point the teacher had began spouting exposition and threatened that the cop’s were on their way. “It’s gotta be more interesting than listening to Betty White over there talk about hypotenuses for the next half hour.” The teacher retaliated and threatened the students with detention if they didnt remain in their seats. “Oh shut up Bernie Sanders; you wont remember any of this come tomorrow, I slipped some Xanax and Klonopin into your coffee on my way in the room.” He turned his attention back to the girl “See? Nothing to worry about. Come on, we can stop by a burger king or something and get you a kids meal Candice.” He squinted his eyes again “But I call dibs on the toy.”

[superstonedscott-blog]

Self Esteem - The offspring

A song by the offspring with lyrics attatched so you can sing along if you want.

Now I know I should say "No" But that's kind of hard when she's ready to go I may be dumb but I'm not a dweeb I'm just a sucker with no self esteem

Scott’s Themesong

[superstonedscott-blog]

Scott Henderson a name truly worthy of the rock star that was Scott but no one was prepared for his latest drunken escapade. Scott was wandering the towns pubs and bars; having a customary drink... or seven at each and every pub until he found himself at the gates of a high school. 

EXPLICIT WARNING: SEVERE LANGUAGE BELOW!

He stood there for a moment at the gates of the school in nothing but his under wear and a button up shirt. He walked onto the campus, disregarding the looks of the teens as he marched from class to class kicking the doors in and playing a song for the undoubtedly bored students. He kicked open his first class; play like there’s no tomorrow Scott, rock the shit out of these kids. He ignored the teacher, quickly strumming his guitar and singing in his obviously drunken voice “ Oh the dragon’s balls were blazin as I stepped into his cave, then i sliced his fuckin cockles with my long and shiny blade! TWAS I WHO SLAYED THE DRAGON SING FUCKALI SING FUCKALOO and if you try to fuck with me then i shall fuck you tooooooooooo!” He said pointing directly at the teacher who was obviously so overwhelmed by Scott that he couldn’t take any immediate action, he sat there on the phone threatening to call the police. That only made Scott sing louder “ ROCK IS NOT THE DEVILS WORK IT’S MAGICAL AND RAD!” He bowed towards the students. Someone caught his eye so he moved and sat on the desk in front of them, “You there! You! What is your name?”