today is penny lane’s 6th birthday!!!

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today is penny lane’s 6th birthday!!!
vmas preparation
NATIONAL DOG DAY!!!! I LOVE THESE PUPS SO MUCH!!
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Send a ø for my muse’s reaction to yours taking a bullet for them.[I’ll do Slater’s in another text post!]
“Alex!”
Everything was moving in slow motion, one single word ringing out and echoing in the confines of his mind, muffled like he was trapped underwater. Anger boiled under his skin. Adrenaline coursed through his vein, driving him to his feet to stare his own would-have-been attacker in the eyes. Before he had time to react, he lunged — a potentially fatal idea when there was still a gun aimed for his chest. There was a struggle that left Asa laid out on the ground with a busted lip, but it didn’t last long. As the man rose to his feet to make a run for it, Asa reached up to snatch the gun from his hand. The second he turned in his confusion, the guitarist took advantage of the situation. The words that left his lips were an unlikely growl. “You’re not going anywhere.”
One. Two.
Gunsmoke filled the air, blood splattering the pavement where both the gun and the gunman now lay, both kneecaps blown out while Asa pulled out his phone to contact a dispatcher. He gave their location and explained the situation as calmly as he could, all too eager to hang up and get to Alexander. Screams of agony occupied the background of most of the call, still ringing out as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket.
"Alex…"
Asa dropped to his knees as soon as he reached the other, choking back bile as he looked over the bullet wound in his chest. “Why would you do that?” He whimpered, reaching down to push the sweat-dampened hair from the bassist’s forehead. A tear slid down his nose, dripping onto Alexander’s cheek as one of his hand rested on the side of his neck. “Why didn’t you just let it hit me…?”
nariahcarey replied to your post:
Just right now or some time last night? I passed out without turning anything off.
Right now. Pretty sure I passed out on you last night as well ...
My adorable little princess, hello.
Thing one, baby boo. Tried to message you on AIM but it said you were offline … ?