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“ LUCAS! ” his voice booms throughout the neighborhood as he stares down his supposed ‘friend’. “ you absolute piece of shit! why did you tell el that i'm giving her cooties? ”
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“ LUCAS! ” his voice booms throughout the neighborhood as he stares down his supposed ‘friend’. “ you absolute piece of shit! why did you tell el that i'm giving her cooties? ”
If you could change one thing about rp on tumblr, what would it be? Why?
honesty mun meme .
y’know this site is never going to be all rainbows and unicorns . people can’t all be positive all the time , we make mistakes sometimes . we can’t all get along constantly , that’s just not how it works . so i’m not gonna be like ‘ i wish we could all be friends and blah blah blah ’ . but one thing i do want , and that i think is achievable , is more private conversations .
if someone makes you uncomfortable , tell them . if someone made you mad , let them know in an im . to be fair , i face confrontation at work every day , so it’s not hard for me to be like ‘ hey , i don’t appreciate this , can we talk about it and see if it can be resolved ’ . i just think there needs to be a private conversation , instead of a public confrontation .
@spitaught / asked WILL : ‘you shouldn’t like things because people tell you you’re supposed to.’
STARK BROWS FURROW LOW , THOUGHTFUL , before smoothing out contrite , gaze fluttered down to his lap , then Lucas’s , nervous finger tap-dance across bent knee before thoughts RECOLLECT themselves on his tongue . ❝ but ... what if i am supposed to ? ❞ near childish in sound but GENUINE inquiry , always wonder , question —— some things you just are supposed to like ; what’s NATURAL , what keeps the earth itself spinning as it is . ❝ ... how do you tell the difference between the stuff you should & the stuff you shouldn’t ? ❞
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@ridingwheeler lucas is going to 1) steal mike's girl and 2) tell everyone that mike has cooties
this shouldn’t be so hysterical to me but it fucking is
❤ / over at @whispersong, scott clarke n joyce byers, send tweet
ship with my , cowards .
❤ - romantic relationship
give it to me or perish , they are so Soft and it’s really what they deserve .
・ ° ❅ —— @spitaught 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 / / ♡ .
❝ uh... lucas , right ? ❞ nick snaps once, the name finally rolling off the tip of his tongue as he glanced at the boy over his cup. ❝ sinclair - man , i’m getting way better at this magic thing ! ❞
@spitaught said: ❝ hello ? is someone there ? ❞
mask, noun: a covering for your face. his mask; HE HAD TWO. one he brought with him always, the other likewise. one is latex, the other is the skin stretched across his head. one is a false face, the other is his face. expressionless eyes carve holes into the man lying at his knees & as does his knife. it breaches bruised skin & summons the too familiar, coppery scent of blood as the knuckles of his left hand, previously white from tension, are painted red. this is when he feels alive when the unrelenting heaving of his chest & the heat of his breath stands in bare contrast to the stillness of a lifeless body being slowly depleted of its prior warmth. this is when he is interrupted.
he abandons the streak of light curving through the window, sourced from the street outside. the darkness allows him to rise unseen & the stillness gathered from the corpse allows him to move unheard. he observes the interrupter. a boy. a nuisance, not a threat. as he glides through the house towards the backdoor he knocks a glass off the kitchen counter. he will leave the child alone, but part of him hopes the boy will decide to investigate, inevitably finding the ruined body on the floor. his face remains inert, but the mask underneath twitches the edges of its lips upward while its wearer remains oblivious.
SENTENCE PROMPTS. ACCEPTING.
“ hey — ” roxie calls out . she takes a moment to look up from the rows of vinyl she’s absent - mindedly flipping through . “ aren’t you one of those brats who rides around town on bikes ? ” her voice is a little bit too threatening , and it raises more as she nears the end of her sentence . “ listen , if i had a dollar for every time i almost hit you while driving home , i’d have a whole lot of dollars . ”
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