#tattoosandmuteisms

[malakism-blog]

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 Send “voicemail” to hear my muse’s drunken voicemails

                 ❝Dude, like how did we end up in space jail?❞

[malakism-blog]

“I can’t believe I’m sitting in space jail with you of all people.”

                         RIDICULOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS

          ❝Well now we’re stuck here and            now we need to get used to             each other. ❞ 

[hauntedgilbert]

tattoosandmuteisms replied to your post:

ur horrible olivia

i know it’s jeremy’s fault tho he likes cooking

[xgoodboyx]

"Is that an ice cream truck I hear?”

[witchmonkey-blog]

                 tattoosandmuteisms gets a thing.

                 taking off his glasses, luke pushed himself up when he heard                  someone enter the room. looking down the list, he tried to see who                  was coming up next. a few appointments had been crossed off already,                  but before he could catch the name, the man was already crossing the                  classroom. “hi there, i’m mr. parker, but feel free to call me luke.” he said                  as he extended his hand, his face holding a warm smile.

[houndxd-blog]

[ grey. ]

‘  i said don’t touch the eggs, i kept them for dinner tonight  !!!  ’ 

[selfabsorbedrussian-blog]

“I win, what’s my prize?”

     Arkady was a sore loser and it showed by the look on his face when Grey actually      managed to beat him. Once or twice, he’d even been known to throw a fit. That only      happened when he was drunk, though.      Well, most of the time he was drunk. About 99%. Or, at least 76%.     He wasn’t going to this time, though. Because Grey lucked out; he’s the one that’s been      feeding Arkady. Keeping him alive. And Arkady liked him, too, so that was another point      he had going for him. Because it’s not like Grey was awful company. He was quiet.      Arkady liked quiet, especially in this new world. Quiet was safe.     Besides, Arkady was also very impressed. Few people managed to beat him anymore.      Or, it had gotten that way. Before. And he already respected Grey quite a bit for all he’d      done. The fact that he had the skills to beat him at chess (if only just once) only proved to     add to that.     So he pulled on a smile -- obviously quite forced, but at least he T R I E D -- and      shrugged.

               “What you want?” 

[olderthanyourjesus]

tattoosandmuteisms replied to your post

wait till you meet Ramsay

*insert witty comment about screaming at Dragons because the city is so fucking raw Jeoffrey is still being an ass*

I mean what?