#butcherbcy

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@butcherbcy

     “Good morning, Aaron. How did you sleep?”

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@butcherbcy

     “Hey, sweetie. Why don’t you come sit with me, hm?”

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(x) butcherbcy

     Phae purses his lips. Roy’s not usually jumpy-- just a loud, obnoxious shit. One that Phae does apparently try to handle, but only because he’s company. It’s like bringing a cat back into his apartment just because the place is too quiet. A vicious, loud cat that likes to scratch at the furniture and eat him out of house and home.

     ”Well hey-- I just got off of work. If you want, you can come back to my place with me. I suppose I can let you take the bed.”

[mecchanic]

butcherbcy replied to your post: PLEASE. even if you don’t have Amazon ...

he last FIVE MINUTES HAD ME FLIPPING MY SHIT O MG

R I G H T

the end of the episode was what really did it for me. like i didn’t think too much of the show at first but ooooohhhh shit the tension at the end

[thxrgundersen-blog]

butcherbcy

He was a phantom, and he was well aware of this fact. The art of...subtlety comes naturally, testing a delicate series of structures that continue to impede him in some way. To put it very...very lightly, he is Sick And Tired. Dragging himself out of the mud, staring death in the face and dancing again and again. And laughing. And in exchange killing death itself each and every time. THe night welcomed his long, dark cloak, desiring to remain invisible. His faces will falter for no one, even in his quest for control. His attempts will soon be faltered, certainly, turning a corner to see a massing crowd toward a giant stage, men standing upon it - A hanging, from what he can tell. Interesting surprise show for the evening after all, and Thor feeling a little lucky.

[mecchanic]

㊁ eep

send me  ㊁ and a URL, and my muse will truthfully reveal how they feel about your muse

( bold for roy // italic for aaron )

Who are you again? ║ I feel awkward around you ║ I want to be your friend so bad but I don’t know what to say ║ I wish you would just go away ║ I think you’re pretty cool ║ I don’t know you personally but I see you on the dashboard a lot ║ I only know your name and nothing else about you║ We hooked up once or twice ║ I never want to speak to you again ║ I wish you’d leave me alone ║ I want to go on a date with you ║ I like you  ║ I love you ║ I loathe you ║ Ugh you again ║ I’m indifferent to you ║ You’re very hot  ║ I want to marry you ║ You’re cute ║ You are my baby ║ I want your baby ║ You are my bae ║ You’re my favorite ║ I’m in love with you ║ I’m in like with you ║ I want your baby ║ I wish we could spend more time together ║ I want to hang out with you more ║ I admire you ║ Maybe we could hang out sometime? ║ I’d like to get to know you better ║ I’m secretly in love with you ║ I want to give things another try with us ║ You’re someone I look up to ║ I want to give us a try ║ You seem very nice ║ You’re pretty popular ║ I’m envious of you ║ I’m worried about you ║ You piss me off ║ I consider us friends ║ I consider us buddies ║ I consider us acquaintances ║ I consider us family ║ I’d fuck you ║ I want that ass ║ I want to raise up a pet together ║ I want to have your kids ║ I want to be your fuck buddy ║ I want to kill you ║ You get on my nerves ║ I want you to stop talking to me ║ I hope we can be friends for a long time ║ I hope we can be together forever

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butcherbcy

     It’s TWO AM-- also known as, time for Phaedrus to leave. Amazing Glaze didn’t harbor many patrons at this hour. The most who came were lost, drunken souls who were looking for something sweet to pass the time. Let the sun begin to rise, and there would be a handful of sleep-deprived zombies coming in for a box of donuts and cheap coffee.

     Phaedrus didn’t care to stay so long this evening, though. He walked out after asking his co-worker not to THROW HIM UNDER THE BUS (which he didn’t expect the other would). There were no hopes to go home so soon, though. His eyes wandered up and down the street until he chose a direction-- the left, further away from his home-- to walk. It was at this point when he began to wonder why he got this job. There is a reason-- one he repeats to himself all the time (you have to stay GOOD, you can’t FUCK UP again)-- but it’s not quite sufficient for him. It’s someone else’s reasoning. It’s his mother’s reasoning. It wasn’t for his benefit, or so he saw it as such.

     What was that saying? Idle hands are the devil’s---? Phaedrus doesn’t know. He never listened to that junk, yet he’d like to reference it now. There is a box of cigarettes in his pocket, and a lighter in another, yet he only takes out the container. He shuffles it in his hands as he wanders further away from familiar buildings and into uncharted territory. Phaedrus wants a companion while he smokes. He wants a reason to fuck up as well. Strangers were the best kind for that.

     "--Hey. You want one?”

[onebadjoke-over]

Do you follow one continuity on your blog regarding ships? Or is it multiple ones, because I don't completely understand whether J's relationship with Roy is happening along side his relationship with Harley.

I only have two ships right now with Harley and Roy, and they both exist in the same continuity (the main one) but at different points of that timeline. Those are the only ships I have so I don't know where future ones would fit in. Sorry for the confusion- I tend to RPing all over the place. BUT. If I were to straighten out the time line, Jay is with Roy currently.