Mar 10, 2016
“YOU BITCH YOU SHOT ME IN THE FUCKING LEG”
A Hey Ash Watcha Playing Meme pt.1
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“OH, SHUT THE FUCK UP, IT’S PAINTBALLING, YOU ASSJACKET!”
Could’ve just rolled his eyes and flipped him off, but nope. Had to yell.
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“YOU BITCH YOU SHOT ME IN THE FUCKING LEG”
A Hey Ash Watcha Playing Meme pt.1
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“OH, SHUT THE FUCK UP, IT’S PAINTBALLING, YOU ASSJACKET!”
Could’ve just rolled his eyes and flipped him off, but nope. Had to yell.
☮
gasping, mumbles and seemingly painful whimpers escasped her lips as she slept, muffled by the pillow she slept on though still audible.
the murmurs consisted of repition of his name and the words ‘stop’ and 'please.’
when she felt cold hands on her bare skin, waking her up from a never ending series of nightmares, she screamed. “don’t fucking touch me!” there was a harsh bite to her words until she calmed down, breathing slowing as realization dawned on her.
“josh..” she cupped her hands around his face, short figernails digging into him as she observed; green eyes flickering to search every inch of his face, finally meeting his before jess’ hands fell back to her lap as well as her gaze.
“i-i’m sorry-” jessica sighed, “the goddamn nightmares are getting worse and they’re all about you but i can’t reach you and it’s my fault. it’s my fault you’re dead- i couldn’t live without you.. jesus christ, i couldn’t live without my love.” she rambled, sobs shaking her body even when she curled up on his lap and fell asleep, blonde curls hiding her tear-stained cheeks.
[text] We go out, we get drunk, we watch Star Wars, we pass out. What’s wrong with this tradition?
[tfln meme]
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[text to: J-Dorklord 🍉] - 6:46 PM - absolutely nothin wrong with it my dude.[text to: J-Dorklord 🍉] - 6:48 PM - except for the possibility of destroying our livers slowly over the gradual course of time[text to: J-Dorklord 🍉] - 6:51 PM - especially if it’s to the point of passing out.[text to: J-Dorklord 🍉] - 6:54 PM - oh well lmao.
“If you don’t come up and sing with me, I will sing and point at you. The entire. Time.”
@medicated-and-caffeinated
Her tilted to the side a small smirk forming on her lips as an eyebrow raised the slightest. “Maybe I don’t want to.” She replied and crossed her arms over her chest shifting her weight. “I am not singing, I only do that at parties and in the shower Josh, you know that. I came here for you.” It was a rather weak counter but one nonetheless. Besides Samantha knew one way or another Josh would find a way to make her give in.
“I could always just kill them…”
@medicated-and-caffeinated
“Joshua Washington.” That felt odd coming out of her mouth, she rarely ever called him by his first name. But just because people were being rude to her as of late didn’t mean Josh should hurt them. Violence was never the answer in her book, no matter what. “You know I don’t like you saying that kind of stuff. Besides, they will eventually learn.” With that she linked their arms and grinned. “Words, aren’t really that harmful to me anyways.”
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Send 🎶 for a starter incorporating part of a song I've listened to recently.
@medicated-and-caffeinated
Their usual nights consisted of Sam polietly sitting through whatever horror movie Josh chose, turning her head away at the most violent of scenes that she couldn’t handle. But tonight halfway through the movie it was dinner, and the talk took a turn. The self doubt Josh had in their friendship, which the diligent blonde had to admit she would love to extend beyond, was worrying for her. Quietly she looked up from her seperate dinner given her vegan ways and smiled at him. “When I look into your eyes.I see the rest of my life.”
Although it was a simple statement it held many meanings, even hidden ones. She was hoping that he would at least accept it and smile back. Come back at her with a joke, anything but gloom was what she was shooting for at this point.
"to lick it off of you, of course. nah, that's probably really unhygienic. maybe i just want to make a cake that says some shit like 'thank you for liking me a lot.' do we?"
❛ i could go slower, but i don’t want to. ❜
[shit my teachers have said]
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“Please for the love of God, slow down.” It all comes out in a mutter, though, because of course he won’t slow down if he doesn’t want to. So Beth just holds on to the handle above her head with an iron grip and tries her best to brave the sharp turns.