#acidcaught

[clawsextended]

he's wearing a shirt that stephanie definitely bedazzled as a joke and it certainly does not say " big daddy dent " on the back. ( it does )

“oh. i am quite seriously going to barf.”

she chances a glance at the back of his shirt, dragging her hands down her face with an exaggerated groan. gross. gross gross gross. she knows steph did it, so she won’t spill a whole fucking bottle of ketchup on it just so she never has to see it again. the fucking things she puts up with for her kids.

like that shit. good god jesus, she’s peeking an eye open with a hand slapped over her own face. another groan.

“no. you know what? i’m done.”

she points at him.

“don’t fucking move.”

she retreats to her bedroom, already ripping off her own shirt. the air reeks of spite. when she returns, she’s wearing a tshirt thrice her size over black leggings that end in emerald kitten heels. the shirt is black, the worst IMPACT font screaming across the front. THIS IS MY ONLY SHIRT WITH NO CUM ON IT. she raises her left hand and casually flips him the bird, quite frankly looks him right in the face.

“fuck you, buddy.”

[fightwing]

" why is there a thirteen year old yelling at me; it's like i'm in juvi court again. " -> harvey when richard is standing there, hands on hips, screaming about coins

after awhile i feel like it becomes this ^

[brokentoys]

@acidcaught SENT . . . harvey takes up the majority of the couch with his legs spread far out in front of him. it helps that he's tall. one eye glances over eddie. " sit. you and pam should have called. i would have been home. "

a smile, almost distant, creeps up on his mouth as he wipes underneath his nose. it's itchy; a result of sniffing snow. since harvey's legs took up most space, eddie does what he believed to be the smart choice; he sits in the man's lap.

❝ my phone died. ❞

[failedcrown]

❛ The world wasn’t cruel to you because of who you are or what you’ve done. The wold was cruel to you, because the world’s a dick. ❜ Wise words from an even wiser woman. 

@acidcaught​ / start​er call. 

[crimelcrd]

@acidcaught​ — ᴛᴏᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ

ʙᴀɴɢ! ╾━╤デ╦︻     Jason looks away.  As if he’s been reprimanded. Frown is pressed tightly. He wants to open his mouth and supply the literary information but thinks better of it. Heart drops to his stomach and he wrinkles his nose at the mention of his own demise. He never liked talking about the details. It was all fuzzy. It was easier to stay hateful than think about how they mourned him. Questioning f he even deserved to be mourned.        ❝ Dead things should stay in the ground. ❞       He concludes that he was better as a memory of a once good kid.   He grumbled some but gaze kept flicking over to the older before he finally broke and pointed at the lighter.   

      ❝ Can I bum a smoke? ❞   His own pack having been confiscated when he last entered the manor. A poor day indeed for the crime lord.   

[clawsextended]

“thanks, harvs. could you grab cookies from the place up the block with her? they just got the strawberry cheesecake in and it’s her favorite. i checked the site like a couple days ago and it’s today’s rotation. there’s an order called in for 3:30. it’s like. a cookie pizza so take whatever you want, man.” a glance cast back. she has an earpiece in, and the phone is in her back pocket. “i had to skip my uber and plant a fake lead before i could grab a flight. done a little more legwork than i intended. and i lost my luggage. i actually liked this wardrobe, too. i owe you huge time. just tell holls i’m fine. no lie, i’m just set back.”

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