#didntaskforthis

[auntie-histamine]

if you showed high school maeve this selfie I think she would have spontaneously combusted

“I’LL NEVER HAVE EMO BANGS MY HAIR IS TOO CURLY” incorrect babe all u had to do was care less

https://www.instagram.com/maeveactually/p/Bvn5TxgHMR2/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1cxbg0vjebvb0

[wearesurvivxrsarchives-blog]

didntaskforthis replied to your post: “ITS MUNDAY YO ”:

YOUR LITTLE FANG I WANNA POKE IT

LOL that little fang is like my signature trademark. even if i’ve had anons making fun of me for it at one time.

[darngoodshot-blog]

@didntaskforthis || continued from ask

He clicked his tongue at her, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. The morality lesson was giving him a headache– as if no one had ever bothered to chide him for the petty thievery.

“If they wanted to keep it, they wouldn’t have left it sitting out where anyone could pick it up,” he argued– never mind that he’d had to pick a lock or two to get some of his more valuable new possessions. “And besides. It was goin’ to the needy, and I am indeedy needy of some caps.”

[darngoodshot-blog]

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“I didn’t ask you,” he sneered, going through the bag of goodies he’d lifted from the church. Who cared if the congregation needed donations, or whatever? He needed caps, and he needed them right then. Well. Duncan needed them, but like hell he was gonna explain that to some stupid kid. “So frigg off.”

[xjoel]

❛❛ Is this what you do every Christmas? ❜❜

                CHRISTMAS. how could it possibly be called that anymore? how could one possibly celebrate it anymore?                                  ❛ ain’t nothin’ but a hallmark-holiday. ❜                       such a grinch, but he truly hadn’t celebrated a single Christmas since that previous year... before everything...

[ganymedeisms]

@didntaskforthis /// continued from here.

❝It’s much worse. This is an awful awful place. Every inch of it is perverted. Even the sand.❞

He spoke in a quiet hurt voice like a child’s, head leaned against the hood of a cherry-red hotrod Wez had chained him to earlier that day. They had had a little spat. It wasn’t unusual but so nasty Golden had gone back on the chain again, not that he had anywhere to go if he was unchained. It wasn’t that unbearable. They fed him alright and that was more than he could say about his mother.

He was just in a bad mood. His face was getting sunburned and he was running out of water. If Wez didn’t come back the situation would turn dire by sundown. Or whenever the owner of the car showed up, got pissed off and ran over him.

❝No, they don’t trade here. Don’t you see. They’ll rip you apart like a lace doily and take all you’ve got. These aren’t people you can talk to. I’m not lying to you. I’m chained to a car, what motive would I have to be unhonest?❞