#arsonbred

[galaxietm]

AMIRA DO YOU HAVE GASOLINE ??! IM EXPERIMENTING TO SEE IF I CAN MANUALLY MAKE MYSELF SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST BY BEING SHITFACED DRUNK ON GASOLINE

-- “even if i did have gasoline, there’s no way in hell i’m letting you get ahold of it. i dont wanna have’ta deal with the school burning down. again.”

[galaxietm]

​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞ @ amira idk what it is but smth is smelling & it's probably his fault

  @arsonbred / five senses thingamajig.

– “…did’ya set something on fire again?” she asked with a groan; a frown quickly appearing on her face. “why’d you have to do it without me? c’mon man.”

[galaxietm]

“ you’re either with me or against me. ” @ amira hi ily jodie

    @arsonbred / hurt meme.

– “well dame, it’s pretty fuckin’ obvious that i’m with you.”

[deadeagreenie-blog]

@arsonbred started following you

“That was a very careful fireball. You feelin’ alright?”

[quamxmulti]

(( Eeep! *was totally not just thinking of playing monster prom and ask out Damien on prom*

@arsonbred

[ozinove-blog]

            “    FIRE!!    why would you set fire to my desk?!    ”

@arsonbred.

[def-march]

@arsonbred joined the club :||

It wasn't unusual for 777 to hang out wherever the youths were. Young and reckless at the fine, permanent, age of 20 had it's perks occasionally. Sev could pretty much blend anywhere.

And hey, teenagers were always interesting. Even though they're different people in different threads and trends, they acted the same as ever. Teenager outside usually meant someone looking for fun. That, or they were just being delinquents. In this case, it was a bit of both.

The singer watched everyone thoughtfully, cigarette in his mouth as the aat there in silence, listening to everyone else bustle and chat with excitement.

However, this one guy had to have been looking at 777 for, like, a whole five minutes now. What was with the annoyed expression? Wasn't like he was doing anything wrong by sitting there!

777 furrowed his eyebrows, returning the displeasured face back. He stood up as the other came walking up to the blonde, stomping on the ground as he walked closer and closer with every step.

"Ya got a problem or somethin'?"

[screwedblue]

   @arsonbred​

   another day, another test of her sewing skills. yes, dear, sweet vicky is re-stitching herself  ( or more specifically, her left arm )  due to the misfortune of her lower-arm being grabbed instead of a dodge ball during the first few minutes of gym, being tossed across the room & back, & then comedically used for a very unamusing game of  ‘ obnoxiously tiny monkey in the middle ‘ .

   whoever thought that skin felt like the particularly rubber-y texture of said ball was obviously a moron, but hey, she won’t look a gift horse in the mouth since it got her a free ticket to ditching the rest of class & then some.

   with a quick snip, she completes her task with a feeling of enlightenment while perched on the large bathroom sink  ( the frankenstein was still annoyed at the reason she was doing it in the first place, but at least her arm isn’t covered in wolf slobber & teeth marks like last time ) . 

   admiring her self-stitching with a small smile, vicky idly zones out as she reminisced about when she used to be quite amateur & sloppy way back when, but her tender moment of self-reflection of her progress of reaching her now-refined skills is interrupted by an excruciatingly loud, pained, almost animalistic groan from outside the building.

   looking to the entrance, the blue-green monster readies herself for a possible assault  ( given the school’s lack of when rules are to be applied or ignored, it could be a random assassination attempt for all she knew ) with her alarmingly-surgeon-like tools to be used to bring an onslaught of superficial injuries to the potential assailant.

   ... only to be disappointed when it’s just a cursing, whiny... flesh-burnt... damien enters ?