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Scott use to want to be goth hense his black shirt but he was actually a pretty happy child so the goths were like nope fuck you conformist, his response was to shove them in the dumpster with the help his friends

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Scott use to want to be goth hense his black shirt but he was actually a pretty happy child so the goths were like nope fuck you conformist, his response was to shove them in the dumpster with the help his friends
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“Maybe. I might just sound like an idiot, but it’s not human, is it?”
“Is all this necessary?”
Any Questions?
“Listen dude, I don’t tell you what to do with your spare time. D’ya want advice, or not? People don’t come over if someone’s loitering, they figure we’re having a session.” Kenny leaned back in the ratty lawn chair he’d stolen from his yard, feet up on the crude, three-legged desk he’d dragged out to the railroad tracks. The only thing keeping it up was a precariously placed two-by-four and probably Kenny’s limbs.
A small sign was taped to the desk, written out in crude crayon:
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The last day of Summer. It was just as The Cure said; it really never felt so cold. But today, there was something bitter about the chill, and it wasn't just physical. Firkle wasn't quite sure what to make of it. For him it felt like the beginning of Hell. His freshman year had ended, and a new one was right around the corner and all his friends were out there doing much more than him, without him. Sure, they all visited from time to time. But they lived in two vastly different worlds now. Like yeah, they were in the shitty 'real world' now. And that meant that.... None of them could even really relate on anything anymore. He was still in the shitty 'school world'. The 'kid world'. In a way, he almost secretly wanted a job so he could know what it was like; and maybe they'd all have another thing to hold them together. But it seems that everything always dies. He knew this. They all did. Maybe the kid was being dramatic, but sometimes he cursed how alone he was now. Despite knowing how much life sucks, he still fell for it. He made friends. How conformist of him.
And yet, he wanted to see them so bad he was already standing right outside of the place, knocking on the door. Hopefully this was still Michael's.... And it was such a long drive but, now he was stealing his own mom's car. She was too drunk to ever notice anyway. Firkle scoffed a little, lighting up a cigarette. "It's just probably some randos here now," he breathed quietly to himself, smoke unfurling into his exhaled words.
iilovedalone replied:
“Mhm. That’s why when I say I’ll stab someone, I always come through.”
“Okay, you? You I like.”
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Useless Headcanons | Accepting
…just for sending in five of those things, you get 5 useless headcanons.
1. Smokes weed sometimes, and one time when he got high at a party, he ended up sitting on his brownie, didn’t know he did, and thought he shit himself. Nobody knows about this. 2. Peed himself at a club once. Again, nobody knows about this. 3. He’s is extremely susceptible to temperature. He can tell when there’s the slightest increase or decrease in the temperature, and he either freezes or burns up. In certain context, this can be very convenient for his partner to know… 4. On top of being able to dance in general, he can also twerk (got a real nice butt for it, too). 5. Stan is still kinda goth.
Continuing from [x] @iilovedalone
“...okay, and?”
Stan frowns, brows furrowing as he lets Michael’s features settle in. Obviously ill, not okay. It’s frustrating how Michael keeps these things to himself when it’s clear as day he needs some sort of help, whether that be a little bit or a lot, whether it’s physical sickness or something else. Stan’s not stupid, he recognizes when somebody is in need of help. He’s persistent with helping his friends.
“At least sit down. Let me get you some medicine, what are your symptoms? Are you feverish? Any aches, nausea?”
"Hey Stan. You're gay."
“Says my boyfriend. I think you can put your mouth to better use than just stating the obvious.”