#tyguns

[rckbttms-blog]

snapchat.

AJ 🐦: this tastes like heaven AJ 🐦: i’m high as a fucking kite AJ 🐦: why didn’t anyone tell me how awesome marijuana is  AJ 🐦: everything is just better AJ 🐦: also idk who gave me this AJ 🐦: or where i am AJ 🐦: this bong is my mother now AJ 🐦: i tried to run but mother bird got me

[rckbttms-blog]

@tyguns

“ oh -- oh, god, sorry, bro -- ” damn his inattention to hell, and damn it ESPECIALLY when russ lays eyes on just who it was that he splattered cafeteria-grade ( read: bad ) spaghetti all over. josh thornberg. the josh thornberg. oh my holy damn. the companion he was talking to? long gone. fucking aj. he’s on his own here. russell’s mind goes into an absolute panic and he puts a hand out, mouth moving to rationalize before he can mentally. “ you’re real mad, aren’t ya? big, big, mad guy. definitely drank your milk growing up, am i right? well, am i? you’re going to kill me. the look you have right now -- it’s a murder face, isn’t it? i’ve seen enough horror shows that i know, i can just tell, this is where i die. i didn’t drink milk, dude. i never did, hated it, and now i’m going to die. i have a request, okay? when you kill me, go over there to the table with the scrawny kid who ran off, and you kill him too. he was asking me about pigeons and i was too busy telling him to go kiss his fifty bird girlfriends to pay attention and that’s why you have spaghetti all over you. ”

[rockbtm-blog]

“ i know you’re fuckin’ with me, alright, and this isn’t me being gullible, but on the off chance that there is an octopus spider with a machine gun in the house, i just... i gotta, ” and so he does -- look behind him, that is, to find exactly what he expected: nothing. still, you can’t blame a guy for being too careful. those things were bad enough in the co-op! his face falls in faux-annoyance and he turns back to him, brow furrowed. “ you furry son of a-bitch. why would you joke about that? one day, one of them things is gonna actually gonna be here, and you’re gonna be the wolf who cried octopus spider with a machine gun. fuck you. ” 

[rushveins-blog]

imessage 💛

AJ: Dude!!! Are you really back in town???

[rushveins-blog]

@tyguns

         apprehension trickles across already ( for lack of a better word ) glum features as the other makes no move to trail behind the others, and noah wonders just how long this pity is going to last ; wonders how much more he can take of it. eyebrows furrowing, he tilts his head up to face him and look him in the eye. one leg dangles underneath the picnic table and the other rests bent up, foot against the bench he’s sat on; his movements are minimal but graceful as he reaches in his coat pocket for a cigarette and a light. “ just go, dandy. it’s not gonna hurt my feelings or nothin’ if you do. it’s a rollercoaster. i thought you liked them things. i’ll be fine smokin’ here. ”