#gangleadiing

[skialdi]

Happy Birthday, @gangleadiing/Shell! You are wonderful, beautiful and I love you. ❤︎

[bopnty-blog]

“  hey.  masaomi,  was it ?   i could use another hook-up at that russia sushi place,  if you got any.  “      /     @gangleadiing​

[scarfbond-moved]

          [ txt. ]  barely noon ???

          [ txt. ]  & how long have you been awake ??

          [ txt. ]  i bet it’s not JUST BARELY NOON for you ! <(｀^´)>

@gangleadiing  |  ask.

[futuremiko-a]

            eyes  soften  as  she  was  fussed  over  ——  rarely  does  she  get  visibly  injured  …  but,  alas,  bruises  and  bandages  were  inevitable  after  her  last  battle.  she  knew  she  should  refrain  from  seeing  him  like  this  ;  but  she  wanted,  or  rather,  needed  to.  there  was  an  unbearable  emptiness  when  he  wasn’t  by  her  side  …  perhaps  that’s  why  she  managed  to  come  back  again  and  again.  ❛  sorry  …  i  know  i  was   gone  for  a  while  …  i  have  some  explaining  to  do.  ❜  //  @gangleadiing

[ofspark]

@gangleadiing because why tf not.

          Footfalls CEASE, militant air nigh suffocating in its STEELED exudation. Lithe digits are CONCEALED per confinement to the front pockets of DARKENED denim. Only the SLIGHTEST of glances is spared to he o’er shoulder, RISEN brow apparent in turn of ROSEATE crown. A serendipitous hue BETRAYING of hardened persona with its SOFT sheen. A clear of throat is INTENDED to gain full attentiveness of the youth, words to BLOOM in lieu.                   “ You coming along, or not? ”

[astrumstilla]

         The Yellow Turbans? Apparently, they’re quite popular--or so her friends say. Honestly, she doesn’t know much about them. So, when she finds herself on vacation overseas--luck has it that the band’s back in town for a show. Which brings her, here. The blonde standing in the middle of the crowd as the people cheer and holler. 

Maybe she shouldn’t have come to a concert alone. There she stands, watching. Feeling herself get into the beat and body naturally reacting. Though, clearly nowhere near the extent of the others surrounding her. Something just felt a little--off. Cerulean hues set upon each member of the group, one by one. The lead guitarist, last. That’s when it hit her. His singing’s definitely off-key. Not completely terrible or ‘boo’ worthy, but definitely off-key.

Just as she’s about to shift her gaze, she catches herself make eye contact. Half-expecting him to look away, she does nothing. Though, the eye contact remains--catching an air of familiarity. And so it remains. The two catching glimpses of each other through the remainder of the show.

@gangleadiing

[damnphony]

@gangleadiing  /  ♡

        there’s no way in HELL that boy’s a natural blonde. holden hates people who dye their hair -- it’s so goddamn PHONY. ❛ that’s not your natural hair, is it ? ❜ he asks, quick and to the point. he figure’s it’s a little dumb to pose it as a question, but simply telling the boy that his hair is unnatural would be a little odd and frankly redundant in retrospect. 

[korosazu]

@gangleadiing ❤’d for a thingy !

          His perception is a heightened one, and he can sense immediately when a SMALL WEIGHT is taken from his person. Turning his head a little, he sees the silhouette of a young boy just at his side, walking his opposite direction on the road. Reading his movements already leads to a general conclusion, and he stops walking, not wanting to look the boy in the eye.

          ❝ You know, ❞ he begins, tilting his SUGEGASA a little to let some light into the dim shadows cast by his hat, ❝ you should learn to steal FOOD PACKS from strangers is without getting caught, that you should. ❞