#yo :)

[m1d-45]

hey, i think youre pretty cool

thank you! i think you’re pretty cool too :]

[bookfast-at-tiffanys]

Hi

Hey what’s up :)

[gravehowling]

THEESEEE WOOOUNDS THEY WIIILL NOT HEEEAAAAALLL

[univers4llyspeaking]

No puedo explicar cuanto amo su voz.

[univers4llyspeaking]

Creo que si me vuelvo a enamorar me pego un tiro .

[tdresden-blog]

nekrotier:

    eyes will ROLL. has little time to deal with those who just     shit talk people who like to fuck. that’s what that MEANS,     right ?? he’s a bit iffy on foreign slang, but it’s been used     in reference to HIMSELF before. it annoys him. gray eyes     land on the other, head canting.     “ — betcha he KNOWS WHAT HE’S DOIN’, though. always     bettah t’have the experience rather than risk failin’ in the sack.     just sayin’. “

    A forefinger skims his lower lip and the other’s reaction is more or less as drab as the jacket he’s wearing - for one to talk copious amounts of judgement, Dresden will forever not care for what he’s saying. Time passers; silence fillers. An unpretentious observation as if he was speaking of the weather occurred in most situations. Perhaps the man could’ve mentioned any other fact about the boy, alas he didn’t know any.

    The words spoken to him quirk the corner of his mouth, one leg crossing over the other as he leans back in his seat. “Oh yes, he knew exactly what he was doing. Quite right - I don’t think the lad could’ve fail if he tried.” Idly did he toy with the cuff of his sleeve, all casual conversation about people he shagged would bloom like apricots in the spring: naturally. It didn’t surprise him the name had been brought up what with how much that kid got around more than Dresden did, though didn’t mean to say Dresden got around town like a virginal puritan.

[artificialtamerx-reboot]

goggle-boy started following

Being a data collector made for a very busy life, but at least it had its benefits.  Barik, a Stingmon working for X's army, had privileges that most of the other soldiers did not.  Like have the rights to look for scrap data in other worlds- and taking breaks in said worlds too.

The Stingmon took a moment from searching for left over data and settled for resting against a near by tree.  With a relived sigh, the insect digimon relaxed.