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@mrtassiter || ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) just cause ilu

“ harold, might i first say how lovely it is to once again make the acquaintance of someone competent. and as for my second point, and hear out my little stroke of genius if you would please— we should keep a cattle whip around the office in case john decides it’s come to that time of day where he throws his hissy fit. “

#mrtassiter #[ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)#let the fuckery begin. ]

Old Faggot || ✘

The programmer tut as he shook his head, leaning against the other’s desk as he flicked a few papers onto the floor, giving Tassiter a dramatically ( overly sarcastic ) apologetic glance.

“ Aww- sir, you hurt me. Firstly, that’s fuckin’ rude I never double cross anyone unlike some degenerates do, and secondly, who is the board currently disowning, Harry? Sure as hell isn’t my name on that ballot. Your flaky ass can’t even DREAM of firing me anymore. “

#mrtassiter

“Um... I don’t have to be USING them... right?”

#pls no #i'll be good #dash commentary #mrtassiter #haroldtassiter

@mrtassiter

The sun. It was burning brighter than ever this time of day, but it needed to be now. He had no other choice. His companion by his side, though be it unfinished, along with a bag barely even filled up with objects... he was going to do this no matter how horrible he felt. Grandma was taking her afternoon nap, so this was the only bet he’d had at making it out.

He felt sorry- just a little -for running away from the old hag and leaving her here. She did feed him, she did clothe him, despite all the abuse... but this had to be done, he just couldn’t take this anymore. He doesn’t remember his parents but he’s pretty sure they would tell him that ‘’we would go far’’ or some cliché crap like that.

After what seemed like an eternity of pointlessly dragging himself along the desert. What was he thinking, this would be more of a suicide mission than an escape one. Continuing on, John began to use his bot as support, his legs were aching. He continued to drag himself across the burning sand in rhythm with the cries of his robot for him to keep going or else grandma would surely wake up and go after them with a rifle in hand.

However, he spotted something in the distance, something shaped in a way he’d never seen before, something brighter and more yellow than the desert sand itself. He began sprinting, faster, faster, faster, collapsing onto the sand a few times his wounds mixing with the tiny minerals. It hurt, and it burned more than ever, but he got back up and continued moving towards it. It might have just been a mirage.. it didn’t matter to him, he needed something to be hopeful for.

#mrtassiter #ℍ◇║ ❝‹a мonarcн ιѕ ғoυnd› (before borderlands 1)

mrtassiter continued from here

“ Oh, gee, Mom, how bout the fact that Blake’s fuckin’ boring ta’ hell. Besides, I don’t need a goddamn babysitter watching my sorry ass. M’ perfectly fuckin’ capable of takin’ care of myself. For god’s sake m’ 35.

Besides, what the hell do you even pay him anyways? An extra ten minutes in bed every night for? Or do ya’ flat out just go harder fer puttin’ up with my shit? ”

#mrtassiter #[ what is this even #;;nsfw implied ]

mrtassiter

>B(

hyperionexecutive

“Oh you little son of a bitch.”