420 is my all time favourite American tradition.
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
todays bird
Cosimo Galluzzi
Game of Thrones Daily
Show & Tell

tannertan36

#extradirty
occasionally subtle
ojovivo
Peter Solarz
Keni
will byers stan first human second
Claire Keane
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Mike Driver
d e v o n
No title available
macklin celebrini has autism
art blog(derogatory)

⁂

seen from United States

seen from Greece

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from India

seen from Puerto Rico
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia

seen from Norway

seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
seen from Germany
seen from Costa Rica
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@tiemyowncombatboots
420 is my all time favourite American tradition.
Wendy! Please open your ask box and join the OOC blog. Thank you!
-Mod!Meg
Have to admit, it was a close one.
Yeah yeah, princess.
I'm no princess.
Have to admit, it was a close one.
Hey, Ginger boy, you're going down.
Friends with Benfits /Meg & Pegasus/
“Well, loner is just a letter away from lonely, and what want to be that?” he asked, giving an exaggerated pout. Pegasus hated to admit that at this current moment his life, he was more the later. He really wasn’t used to not having someone to talk to whenever he wanted to. It was strange and a bit refreshing, all at once. “Oh, so you remember me then?” he joked in response. “It must be the dashing good looks.”
Pegasus cocked his head to the side, processing the comment. “No, it’s not pathetic. Sometimes there’s not much else. Everyone has that thing that they can’t get away from , right?” he asked, trying to keep his tone light. He cringed thinking about what his so called drug had been, and it made him more angry than anything.
“Awesome! So it’s settled, then!” He was surprised a bit by her sudden retraction, and this made him laugh. “What, parks suddenly not a fun idea anymore? Don’t worry, I am a fabulous protector. At least most of the time.” He gave a wink and a two finger salute as if to prove the point. “But I guess I can be just as good a protector in a bar. Protect the lady from all the ferocious men.” He ran his fingers through his hair, brushing it back from his face. “Do you happen to know here any of these so called bars are around here, or are we just gonna wing it and hit them as we come?” He was seriously contemplating whether getting smashed would be such a good idea with a girl along. He wasn’t necessarily a bad drunk, but sometimes you reveal things you don’t intend to, and who wants to do that with someone you barely know? Besides, if she got in a state, he wanted to at least be somewhat useful.
"Actually, I think it's two," she corrected. That was a funny thing about American's. They could never seem to get their own language right. Then again, they couldn't get much right on their own ever. "Yes, I think it was the baby face and your cute little hands that reminded me." Meg smirked and gave him a flirty wink. A baby face and little hands were two things that Pegasus did not posses but it was always fun to torment the play things. Maybe she would regret it later, maybe not.
"Yeah, I suppose you're right," she answered. "Doesn't mean we have to like it, though. Right? I mean, I do enjoy my vices, but I know they're bad for me. I don't like that they're bad for me. And I would stop, but there are some things out there that are so addictive, it would hurt you to stop. Like... showering. Waste of time. Sure it keeps you clean, but you get in there and you don't want to get out. That's at least ten minutes. Then you finally do get out, and you have to dry off. There's another five. And finally, you have to lotion up and fix your hair. For some people, that's another ten minutes. That's half an hour that was wasted on a stupid shower! But people still do it, because the alternate is worse! I mean, who wants to go around smelling like a secondary school locker room just because they don't want to shower? No one."
The more Meg got excited and frustrated, the more she could feel the speed racing through her veins, faster and faster. She felt like she could run a mile up a hill and not break a sweat. She could do a thousand jumping jacks and a hundred push ups. It was like a shot of caffeine to the heart. She knew that speed was bad for her, that the side effects and the crash were worse, at times, than the actual effects of the drug, but she didn't care. She didn't want to. But she was with a stranger. Someone that wouldn't know how to take care of her when she crashed or if her heart rate got too high. She had to calm her heart down. It felt as though it were about to explode through her chest, but she had to calm it down. Get it to less than 100 beats per minute.
She took a deep breath and held it in for a moment, trying not to show Pegasus what exactly was going on with her, before slowly releasing it. Meg repeated the action a few more times. When she did not feel as though she were about to explode, she spoke again. "It's not men that I'm worried about," she told him. "It's more of the creepy crawlies that Australia is known for." Just the thought of them sent a racking shiver up Meg's spine. "Um," she thought for a moment, trying to remember where the nearest drinking hole was from her excursion on the first day here. "I think there's one just a block away. Up the street and to the right, if I remember correctly."
I'll be on the upper deck if anyone needs me.
Well. I’ve never met a Theologia I didn’t like.
Alright. Well, you go find a Theologia and have fun with her. I'm going to go play with all of the other Greeks.
I'll be on the upper deck if anyone needs me.
Oh, don’t tell me what I don’t already know.
Her name was Theologia.
Sounds like a bitch.
I'll be on the upper deck if anyone needs me.
Eh. I’m sure I’ve had better.
No one does it better than the Greeks.
I'll be on the upper deck if anyone needs me.
Well don’t expect me to just sit around and wait there missy. I’ve got people to do and places to see.
You know it would be worth the wait, love.
I'll be on the upper deck if anyone needs me.
Wouldn’t you like to know.
I'm good, darling.
For now, at least.
I'll be on the upper deck if anyone needs me.
Or my guitar. But both are important.
Besides. If I named my dick, you wouldn’t even have to ask what it’s name was. You’d know.
Pee Wee?
I'll be on the upper deck if anyone needs me.
Just me and O’Malley.
Is that was you call your dick?
Does anyone have the lecture notes from Friday?
I think I’ll not take it at all if you don’t mind. So how long have you been around?
Have it your way, then.
Does anyone have the lecture notes from Friday?
Miss Meg, I’m not necessarily sure I know how you’re intending for me to take that.
Well, I didn't intend for it to sound any certain way, but you can take it however you want.
Does anyone have the lecture notes from Friday?
Two things, sounds like plenty to me. I take it you like the pool.
Nope. I like my room.
Friends with Benfits /Meg & Pegasus/
“Well then I don’t feel like such a loner. I figured I was missing all this fun stuff! Though so far, from what I can tell, it’s been a tad slow around here.” He shrugged. He always hated his name, but there really wasn’t much he could do about it. Most of the nicknames he got where she just as bad at name was to start. Like Pegs, Pega, and so on. He cringed slightly. “Well darn, there go all the best plans,” he whined in an exaggerated voice. With a smile, he added, “Megara. That rings a slight bell in my head, now that I think about. Pretty name for a pretty woman, though I may have told you that once before.” Pegasus grinned widely, throwing in a wink for good measure.
“Is there something special about the parks here?” he asked a bit curiously. The first thing that came to mind when he heard park was the slides and swing-sets that where around the neighborhood back home. “I haven’t been to a bar in….yeah, a pretty long time,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked old enough, but he still had trouble getting in most of the time. He shrugged a bit. “Well, it’s still a bit early. Who say we can’t hit both and see how it goes from there? After all, how many chances to we have to see things in Sydney?” He raised an eyebrow, waiting for a suggestion.
"Being a loner isn't always bad," she replied. "I usually prefer it. Not always, though." There were times that she wanted to lock herself in her room, sans roommate, and sleep days. Usually when she was crashing. But sometimes when she went out, she liked to have someone with her. Especially when it was someone like Pegasus. "Oh yeah, that was you, wasn't it." She smirked.
"Not that I know of. Parks are just fun." Especially when you're drunk, she added in her head. "Bars were practically my life back home," she groaned. Then, realizing how it sounded, added, "Oi. That's actually really pathetic sounding, isn't it. I'm not an alcoholic, I swear." She was much worse. She was a drug addict. Someone who spent her time killing her body as quickly as she could. She knew that it was terrible for her, but Meg did not want to stop.
"Both sounds good," she replied. Then she thought for a moment. Australia was known for the things that could kill people. Murderous spiders and snakes, little things that crawled into your shoes and killed you in your sleep... Bugs freaked Meg out. Give her pools of blood and dozens of open wounds, and she wouldn't even bat an eyelash. But show her something that walked on more than four legs? Nope. That was not allowed. "Wait... Maybe we should just go to a bar."
Does anyone have the lecture notes from Friday?
So, what’s there to do around here? Anything?
There's plenty to do here. There's a pool, a few bars, a pool...