#technotactical

[hatersbetrippen]

technotactical said: Whose fault is that?

yours for bribing the cat lady with macncheese

[doucheygucci]

Grope

Type “Grope” If you want to see my muse’s reaction of yours groping my muse’s breast/cock

You blink in surprise, needless to say you didn't really expect him to make an action like that. Instead of just standing in silence you grin cheekily and wrap your arms around his waist to bring him closer to yourself.

"That eager are we?"

[hatersbetrippen]

technotactical said: I haven’t decided. What are your limits?

i would love if you had something that could speak but definantly NO owls and no under ANY circumstances are we getting a mockingbird theyre annoying as all hell man

[hatersbetrippen]

technotactical said: I want a bird.

looks at really intensely

a bird what kind of bird that will decide if we get one or not

[hatersbetrippen]

i feel as though i missed something important and im too lazy to scroll through blogs now enlighten me before i do what i usually do to get information

[doucheygucci]

technotactical replied to your post “Now.”

Good, come sweep me off my feet, prince charming.

Will do.

B**

[doucheygucci]

Jake.

Dirk.

[hatersbetrippen]

Interruption

27. Your muse walks in on mine crying

Yes, it was just one of those days. Things were getting to you, that whole nothing bothers me act is set aside, blah blah, you know the drill. There was just something about Fridays though, being it’s usually the last day you have to deal with shit like that and hey it’s also the day that people ‘give up’ so to say.

You were sitting in your room, head in your hands and legs crossed. Conveniently you were placed in the center of the floor, not really making it over to the bed like you had planned. You had dropped your stuff in the room and you were just sitting there, whimpering as you thought over everything that had happened this week.

All the names, the faking, the lying, everything, it was just a lot—

Before you could convince yourself otherwise you were already in tears, hiccuping and choking on air as you tried your absolute hardest to stop. You were good at being quiet with only the occasional grunt or whimper, but it what you weren’t good at was not being occupied enough to notice people.

So when you did finally look up, face a mess and body shaking, you noticed your brother which made your breath catch in your throat.

Aw fuck, you’re screwed.