#medicoh

[southiesfavoriteson]

merry shitscram you baby giraffe. ur christmas present is a BITE ON THE ARM.

D8<<<<

*FLAILS.*

YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE.

[potatoinshades-blog]

will you tie my shoes for me

Sure, kid.

...you know, there’s shoes that don’t even got laces.

[onehorribledoctor-blog]

@medicoh, ctd from here

          " Can’t say I've got a real answer, kiddo. ”

  Billy was in no position to call anybody “kiddo,” but he did it anyways. Maybe it made him feel a little older, a little wiser, generally a little better about himself. Who knows. 

         “ But from my experience,  promises tend             to  be  broken   a   lot  more  easily  than              anything     else.    Promise   something             and you’ve  just about jinxed  it  to,  well,             never happen. 

         “ You know? ”

  Promises to show her the way, to become world famous, et cetera, et cetera. He had failed himself more than he failed anyone else.    . . . What was that old saying again? The one about unpredictability? About the world slowly unraveling at its seams?   Oh yeah. 

        “ Like they say, though --                     entropy always increases. ”

[lampliights-blog]

&& MEDICOH.

starter call!

     “I-I scraped m-my knee a-and cut my h-hand when I . . . f-fell.”

Was pushed. It didn’t make any difference -- wasn’t anyone’s business. She felt so silly, sniffling ( && ) crying over something that seemed so small, but she couldn’t help it.

     “Do y-you have anything I-I can wrap them with? Please. I-it hurts...”

[enloo]

@medicoh

  “wh--wuh..w-w-what’s--” a finger taps at a very sharp blade. one of doc’s utensils, cal assumes. he figures it’s a knife, but it’s not the same kind eclair uses to slice the ingredients he has.

[potatoinshades-blog]

Hi i'm deacon and i'm a very very tolerable person and i have cool glasses

“See this kid get it.”

4/10

[quickshot-blog1]

@medicoh​ liked for a starter.

  shadows grow & shrink by the swaying lights; the echoes of the other lamplighters slow into a tired crawl until silence overtook their little voices. shooty sits at the floor, bottom poked by stray gravel. it prompts him to shift to alleviate the discomfort of his rock-coated seat. 

   “we could be headin’ outside ya know,” mischievousness drips from his voice like honey. if only his intentions were as sweet. brown irises raise from staring at the bulbs to the other lamplighter keeping him company. “we could go, right now. everyone else’s asleep.”

[quickshot-blog1]

@medicoh

   “It ain’t too gross,” Shooty justifies as he rubs the back of his grimy hand along his cheek. He proceeds to open up that dirtied hand, palm-up, spit on it, & extend it for Doc to shake. 

    “You’re supposed to shake my hand.”