#she's livid

[vanessakingrp]

text: Jared

Van: So, apparently, because of pictures YOU posted. I just lost a MAJOR PR deal. That may not mean a lot to you and it sucks cause this was a really good deal, but you took and posted those pictures so, thought you deserved to know.

Van: Thanks, asshole.

[perfectumflora]

@pulchramundii​  [from]

"My beautiful Diantha, you seem to forget that I have you for the rest of your life--for eternity. Do you think that your will is stronger than mine?"

“What I think is that you underestimate me,” she snapped, fixing him with an icy glare. To say the least, Diantha had yet to settle into their arrangement, and did not appreciate these little visits. It’d almost be better to leave her to her own devices, as cruel as such isolation would be. Then, she would not have to face the man that had taken everything from her, and had devastated the world.

Maybe then she wouldn’t have to face the reality of all that she’d been unable to save.

“And you don't seem to understand my hatred for everything that you stand for.”

[twoams-blog]

@wynterwinds: let me find out and i stg...lol somebody gon be planning a funeral

[catisms-blog]

✦ → ( @bedlcm continued post )

         Selina glared at the red-head, praying that her plan had worked, that she was home free, that she could finally get away from this weirdo. Success was key. One second she was against the rail, next she was ALMOST crashing to the ground, attempting to steady herself on the dirt ground. Her ankle throbbed; did I roll it? Another angry look was shot at the stranger, till the leather wallet landed before her feet.

SCORE.

         The girl scrambled to pick it up. Whatever mental monologue was running through that dude’s head saved her ASS, and she was partially grateful that this guy was so PSYCHO. Tarnished nails scratched gravel ridden material, grimy phalanges ripped open the commodity. EMPTY. Breath caught in throat. There were no  credit cards, no bills. She bent open various pockets till her curiosity came across a white corner -- a mystery item. Selina whipped it out of the wallet, stomach practically aching for the sweet sight of MONEY.

It was a joker card -- black and white.

         Selina looked up at the man with bewilderment. She felt anger rise in her chest, surprise in her eyes, blood boiling. She had almost died for some shit piece of pseudo-leather and a joker card? He HAD money, she knew it -- nice coat, nice shoes. Those things didn't pay for themselves. Selina had been PLAYED and she HATED it.

               ❝ Is this some kind of SICK JOKE? ❞

[welcome-to-shinra]

"Whoever stole my bracelet is going to get a heel so far up their ass they can taste their own blood on it."

[adelaide-ketchum]

Stolen Pokemon?!

I leave for a few days, and I come back to this? Looks like you all have got some explaining to do.

[shedisapparated]

my sister caught on to the fact that I raise the volume on demi's new songs when she walks by my room because she doesn't like the album