#sidgifaldi

[prodigyinblue-blog]

                                 “HOUR THREE: No sign of Monkey Man.” 

         Part of her is impressed by the fact that they were still able to fit (somewhat) comfortably in the old tree house without it budging under the weight; suffice to say, it wasn’t designed with puberty in mind. The brunette sighs after a moment, slowly lowering the plastic yellow binoculars and glancing over to Sid. 

         “I still don’t understand why you’re looking for him. He hasn’t been active as his superhero persona in FIVE YEARS. Statistically speaking, it’s highly likely that he’s no longer in the area.”

@sidgifaldi | starter call

[crookedearrs-blog]

                                sidgifaldi started following you ! ! 

    ‘ please tell me you’re not serious.’  she eyed her friend, ‘ this is the dumbest idea i think you’ve had since you thought stinky was a vampire. ‘ 

[gunnabebig-blog]

"Hey 4th grade kiddos! Guess whose throwin’ a Heart Day party and gueeeeesss whose invited?” Guy handed out invitres with construction paper hearts plastered on the front, held together by glue.

“Bet’cha don’t get invited to many EIGHTH GRADE parties, huh?”

[heyerdahlphoebe-blog]

@sidgifaldi

“Sid! What did you do?!”

[living-4-the-weekend]

Hit or Miss (( Closed RP with sidgifaldi ))

@sidgifaldi

The Foods of the World Exhibit at the Anthropology Museum is very... hit or miss. Today, it was a miss-- in Tino’s opinion at least. The featured dish this time was something called Escamoles, which looked and even smelled deceptively like rice. He could not comment on its taste, however, because the stuff is apparently made of the larvae and pupae of ants. Tino preferred not to feast on tiny insects with large armies that could eat him alive in the middle of the night in revenge for their fallen brethren.

Tino noticed someone else perusing the exhibit; a kid, close to his age. He thought he should try to warn him before the unthinkable happened.

“You didn’t actually eat any of that stuff, did you?” Tino asked him, genuinely concerned. “Don’t be fooled! It may look like it, but it isn’t rice.”

[biguglyclown-o]

|| T: Initiation ||

Starter for @sidgifaldi AND @shxrtmann

“All right, this is gonna be good.”  Harold wrapped his arms around Sid and Arnold’s shoulders and grinned.  “Stinky might be visiting family this weekend, but that doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun, right?  Sid, you got the stuff, right?  Arnold, it’s good to have you back, but we need to get you re-officiated as a cool dude.” It was the second weekend after Arnold’s triumphant return to Hillwood.  Harold had always been fond of Arnold, despite his sometimes irritating do-gooder nature when they were younger.  Truth be told, he didn’t even completely hate that side of Arnold as it was often the only thing that really got him out of trouble in the end.  Still, he needed to know that this older, wiser Arnold hadn’t turned into some sort of square over the years. And Sid.  Well Sid was just a constant.  The two boys had been easy friends since they were in diapers.  And besides, he was going to need some form of back up while hazing Arnold.

[trashbully-blog]

“You could have been killed!”

Wolfgang licks at the blood smeared across his knuckles and laughs.“Damn, you worry too much,”  He slurs as he points at Sid, beer bottle still clutched tightly in his right fist.  How it managed to survive breaking in the confusion of having to dodge out of the way of oncoming traffic is anyone’s guess.  “S’just one fucker with road rage.  You think some bullshit car is capable of taking me out?  Pshhhhh.  No, fuck that.”With that he tosses back the rest of the beer, smashes the bottle on the ground and goes stumbling off down a nearby alleyway.

[pcrfectioniist-blog]

@sidgifaldi​​ liked this for a starter

        “Oh, are you one of Helga’s little          friends? It’s so nice to meet you!”