#punk code

[piers-official]

Big bro is busy, so he said I could do the Punk code of the day for her! Here goes:

Punk isn't just about the clothes you wear or the music you listen to, Punk is about standing up for what's right and rising for those who can't!

You can talk the talk, but d'ya walk the walk?

[punkcodegbg-blog]

I need a place to suck. Here we are. After a while I will suck less. I hope.

You are welcome to join me. Or not. I'll be honest, I am here for me, not you.

[cheshirefuckingdavenport]

Punk Code || Seth + Chesh

  The apartment was quiet. Kat was spending the evening out, probably on some sort of date-hunting extravaganza. Chesh couldn’t bring herself to hate her roommate, not that she’d admit to it, but she was happy to have the place to herself tonight.

  Official plans hadn’t been made between her and Seth, but she gave him her new address, (after having to take three flights of stairs and stand outside of the building to remember the numbers), and told him to meet her there. She’d managed to get herself some rum and vodka, which between Seth’s frail frame and her lack of height would probably do them, and made a half-assed attempt to tidy. Only one more year until she didn’t have to get douchebags to boot for her. Thank god.

 She was excited to see Seth. Out of all of the making up to people she had to do, he was the safest bet to start with. He had this...weird ability to maybe not understand everyone, but at the very least get it. She felt like he’d be the easiest to get back into step with, without too much explanation. Their texts had already proven a sense of playfulness was present with them again. Something she knew she’d have to work a lot harder to get back with Casper or Bennett. 

  But that was a thought for tomorrow. Tonight, she was going to actually get to spend some time with someone she cared about, get shitfaced, and hopefully relax. Tonight was supposed to be a good one. She was gonna make it a good one.