Mar 19, 2017
I hope The Scotsman is okay
seen from Lebanon
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Algeria
seen from United States
seen from Morocco
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Spain
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from India
seen from United States
seen from Switzerland
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
I hope The Scotsman is okay
this robot assassin is my new favorite character
AAAAH IT’S ILANA
ONE OF THE AKU GIRLS HAS ILANA’S DESIGN
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"Glamorous" [[ played 2x ]]
"An’ you know what th’ craziest thing was, babe? My mom’s was th’ one that told me that if I ain’t got no money, need t’ take my broke ass home.” The squint on Jack’s face has as much to do with the takeout menu he’s trying to read in the dim light of Bro’s living room as it does with the recollection of the memory — no I don’t need to turn on th’ goddamn light, I can see jus’ fine, ya shades wearin’ dick. After discovering that tilting the menu sideways, in the direction of the far lamp does not increase visibility, Jack gave up, tossed the menu behind the couch and stretched out across Bro’s lap, heels crossed on the couch cushion just on the other side of the taller man’s legs.
Draco quietly grins when Jack finally throws in the towel, before placing their order online in all of two minutes. He knew the order by heart, as well as Bro’s credit card number and information, as he himself couldn’t pay for anything nowadays. He crossed his arms ruefully and gazed just past he television, hoping that neither Bro nor Jack would acknowledge the change in his mood. He didn’t want to be coddled today; if anything, he was essentially broke. He should be the one taking his broke ass home. …Was he home?
"I am changing the channel when this program ends," Anticipating that Jack’s frustration might very well manifest in stretching out and grumbly movement, he elected to sit in the armchair closest to Bro’s side, but far beyond the danger of anyone else’s feet touching him. Altogether a win-win situation.
"Jesus, whatever. But, Bro, you know what th’ real fuckin’ kicker was? She gonna tell me t’ take my broke ass home right ‘fore she kicked me out."
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"Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride" [[ played 2x… and then I got a phone call that interrupted me so I… cheated ]]
This year, you will enter the second half of the century that most don’t get to see. You’re kind of pissed off about that. You wouldn’t trade half your years, or your vision for what your life’s amounted to. The next fifty, if you make it that far, is gonna be pretty fucking miserable. You don’t want to decay — you’re already working twice as hard to maintain muscle that used to keep its tone right on its own.
"Fuck." Your nose is bleeding. Hans B. took a swing at you, something about not keeping promises to people you cared about, that fucking romantic, oversized sap. As much as you love grabbing a beer with him, you also want to crack a brick over his head. You grin, but it’s bittersweet. The crunch of your nose jerking back into place (approximately, lord only knows the bridge has been crooked for longer than you yourself have been.
That hurt more than it used to. Your nose is still bleeding. Then, it occurs to you that speedballing late on a Friday night when you know you have a morning run probably isn’t the best idea anyways.
Fuck.
Something’s gotta change.
Maybe this is the year to do it? You aren’t gonna make any half-assed resolutions or nothing, nah, that’s not your bag. You know Drake won’t wanna here that shit. Maybe you can set a smaller goal, go out with a pop, rather than a bang.
Maybe you can do a little more with the big five-oh than drink the night away feeling sorry for the wrinkles over your muscles or the greys now surging around the edges of your hair.
I’ll surf till the sun sets over the ocean
Your little brother left the television on again. Some wack ass Disney movie (that you actually love but will deny up and down to the contrary, shhhh don’t tell her, damn).
Given that you’ve been picking up Draco’s slack since his vacation that Snowman totally doesn’t know that you’re aware of, your work to cash ratio isn’t good, so, while you don’t plan on flying out to Hawaii, maybe you can do something a little more local.
That’s it.
You’ll rent out that building on the west coast and throw a party. Pool party or some shit. Invite all the fuckers you care about.
am i gonna make this a thing FUCK YEAH i am. take that.
bonafide danger bun.
's a good thing.
...goddamn. you an' these goddamn pictures. should be illegal as fuck, illegal as FUCKIN' FUCK.