#c. aaron

[shilohsaki]

@aaron-wood-rp

Shiloh was meant to sit at the Hufflepuff table during lunch, but he had a much stronger calling for the long stretch of wood that sat beneath the Slytherin banner. He’d spotted Bryony and waved her way, hoping she’d welcome him at her side, but before he could get a step in toward her table he heard a booming voice echo, calling him, from his rightful place in the Great Hall.

[wadewasbunny]

@aaronwasfrost​​

❛❛ —- Nah, mate. ❜❜ Wade riu, apoiando-se contra a mesa do bar que separava ele e Aaron. Garotinho irritante aquele, de sorriso perfeito. Havia acabado de ouvir que ele, um pivetinho, ia conseguir ganhar dele no concurso de shots? Por favor. Ele era australiano, porra. E já tinha seus quase 40 anos, era muito fígado estragado já! Com seu tamanho ainda... Não era possível que o rapazinho havia mesmo achado uma boa ideia competir com ele. Mas, bem, o bar estava testando duplas que aguentariam provar dos “pequenos pedaços de inferno” que haviam preparado, com a premiação do vencedor sendo uma garrafa da tal bebida a ser servida -- artesanal, aparentemente. Uma ideia maravilhosa de lucro (a entrada no concurso já custava alguns dólares), que Wade não havia decidido entrar até o mais novo encher a boca para falar que conseguiria ganhar dele fácil. Seu coração tremeu com a competitividade instigada de forma tão fácil, e logo estavam os dois, de frente um para o outro, esperando que um garçom ficasse livre para poder cronometrar o tempo dos dois. ❛❛ —- Sinto muito, cê já perdeu isso aí quando me chamou, mas agora não tem escapatória não. Tem últimas palavras antes de morrer depois da terceira bebida? ❜❜

[stupidcupids]

@intvrnicivus

god, her dad was such a fucking prick. it was the third night in a row they threw his sorry ass into the street. and by they -- she means her, aaron, and her three brothers. mikey was seventeen, and john was fifteen, which made the runt of the teenage boys thirteen -- which had been about the age she had gotten her first job. she can barely make time to pay bills, let alone any for herself. but now, with the kids all asleep in a three bedroom house that barely fit a handful of kids, she found a hint of peace and quiet. it’s cold outside, they’re sitting on the roof just outside her closet of bedroom. which of course, is mostly just a mattress on the ground and comforter. it’s easier to talk out here, with no threat to wake up her siblings before the school day started. she pulls her knees to her chest, looking off into the distance of a crummy neighborhood. you could hear the train in the distance, as she sucks in a puff of smoke from the joint placed between nimble fingertips. “you’re not fuckin’ sleeping over, you know.” not again --- there wasn’t enough room for another body. she lets out an estranged cough, glancing over to meet his gaze as she shifts the blunt towards him. “thanks for helping with that shithead though..” 

[lalibreriadij]

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Mi sta facendo impazzire. O sono io che mi faccio impazzire? Non lo so più. Da quando Scarlet Rocket è apparsa in carne ed ossa, ha trasformato il mio mondo capovolgendolo a testa in giù. La mia vita ordinata, le mie figurine Aliens versus Vampires dipinte a mano, la mia collezione di fumetti accuratamente curata, nessuna di queste cose offre alcun riparo dal suo sexy, impertinente impeto.…

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( aaron-specter )

A bet is a bet. I told you I can do a split.