#ttlbrody

[missdanirockinramirez]

squaredancing-weston:

Are we talking about bitch-slapping or back-of-the-head slapping or just like smacking me on the shoulder or chest or something?  Because I’m pretty sure you’ve never done the first one, at least…

You sure on the bitch-slap thing? Cause, I could have sworn...

[squaredancing-weston]

F2F || Open

“You guys are really missing the point of the canes.”  Brody rolled his eyes at the newcomers as he waved his own around.  “They are for pointing, and dramatic emphasis--” he thrust the stick to either side of him to demonstrate before leaning over and prodding the person closest to him “--and physical violence.  Dad gurn Whippersnappers!” he laughed, taking a sip of his beer.

[sebadasssmythe-blog]

mr-blainderson replied to your post “Would you rather have sex with the Red Woman without her necklace or...”

Why is this still a thing

Because Brody keeps talking about it. He just has some deep issues that he’s trying to work out, B. It’s just taking a while because he won’t admit to anything - right, Brodes? 

@mr-blainderson @squaredancing-weston

[missdanirockinramirez]

TEXT || Dandy

Brody: right

Brody: so…we should talk some other time?

Dani: or we can talk now

Dani: what's up?

[missdanirockinramirez]

TEXT || Dandy

Brody: Last minute shenanigans. I barely remembered to call in to work.

Brody: I’m fine– the shower helped. And omelet. Does it still count as an omelet if it turns out kind of scrambled?

Dani: What kind of shenanigans?

Dani: It's more like scrambled eggs with stuff in it, but either way.

Dani: Glad you're alive, at least.

[missdanirockinramirez]

F2F - 01/15/16 || Dandy

It was getting late and all Dani knew was that her best friend was drunk off his ass and apparently moving to Florida for reasons too long to text about. So, slipping on her boots and a hoodie, Dani headed out into the cold, in her pajamas. Arriving at Brody’s place, she went straight to the door and tried the door knob, thankful it turned and she could push the door open. Slipping inside, she groaned at the mess that was her best friend’s place. There were piles everywhere and as she slipped off her boots and headed further inside she couldn’t help but shake her head. “Brody Weston, get your ass to me, now!” Dani was in mama mode and, in all reality, probably looked and sounded like her mama at that moment. She didn’t care if Brody was older than her, he needed someone to knock sense into him and remind him to be an adult about whatever the fuck was going on, and the easiest way was going to be acting like the mother of an over dramatic child.

[missdanirockinramirez]

TEXT || Dandy

Brody: Lts of words. I suck. Havnt been to FL yet. LIttlebit. tiny. like Bottle still has ssomehting in it.

Dani: Is it your FIRST bottle, though?

[missdanirockinramirez]

TEXT || Dandy

Brody: I’m sorry I lied. Ish. I mean, it’s pretty much blown over like I said, but I just should have said I didn’t want to talk about it. Which, I love you– I still don’t. It’s still kind of a headache. But I will, I promise. And you didn’t act like a bitch– you acted like a person that knows when I’m full of shit. That’s annoying by the way, and you should stop.

Brody: Oooh! And I got you a boxed set of Pixar! Or we could watch The Princess and the Frog. I still want to do that for next year’s show. It’s just catchy. I’m totally in.

Dani: But I kept pushing and I shouldn't have, because yeah, you lied, but it was obvious you didn't want to talk about it. You better, because if I find out from someone else, I will kick your ass. Totally not stopping. You need SOMEONE to keep your ass in line.

Dani: That you did. Either or, is fine by me. I'll think about it. Awesome. When we doing this?