Personality Problems//closed rp with coffeecarnotaurus

@coffeecarnotaurus

Mikey had gone out without telling his brothers. He needed a minute to himself, a lot had been going on in his head recently and he just needed to sort through it. He landed on a rooftop and sighed, taking a second to sit and look out at the city. It was always peaceful up here. Well… peaceful for him anyway. Good place to sort through your thoughts, specially when his were soo jumbled up after the last couple of days. He’s the happy go lucky guy, the jokester, the prank master. His happy side is his dominant personality, but even he could only take so much.

He sat there for a while, listening to the sounds of New York night life while he drummed his fingers on his knee. He became so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t hear someone approaching until it was too late. They grabbed him from behind, causing him to cry out. As he reached for his nunchucks he felt something pierce his neck, causing him to panic.

“Let go!” He yelled and elbowed the stranger in the side. He heard them grunt and get pushed back. Mikey quickly reached up to take whatever was still in his neck out when a second person came in and tackled him. He didn’t even see their face, just felt something enter his system. He could hear his heartbeat pound loud as his head started to spin a little. His instincts kicked in and he bucked them off him before quickly getting up and running. The first one tried to block his way, only to get kicked in the stomach as he ran by.

He didn’t know where he was going. He was on autopilot, he just ran until he knew they weren’t chasing him anymore and his head was swimming so badly he was almost stumbling. He stopped at the edge of a building, his vision in an out. He couldn’t jump the alley like this.

Shakily, he reached up and pulled the syringe from his neck and looked down at it. His heart was still pounding as panic settled in. He had no idea what had been inside that syringe, it could be anything, anything…anything could happen. He grabbed his head as his knees began to shake. Adrenaline was gone. He was crashing, hard and fast. He fell to his knees and a second later was out. He dropped the syringe on the roof before falling over the ledge of the roof and luckily landing on a fire escape right below him, out cold.

Mikey shrugged and shook his head. “I didn’t see their faces… and they didn’t speak,” He said. He shuddered some, remembering being scared but also finding the memory a bit blurry.

They sighed a little bit. “Hm… Wonder what was the motive for the attack… It’s pretty weird for someone to just attack without a motive..” they muttered before cramming a pancake in their mouth and swallowing it. “So, what do you want to do? You can stay here if you want. I don’t have much, but feel free to stay if you want. Or uh, head home if you’re comfortable with that. Again, it’s your decision.”

Mikey mulled it over. The idea of seeing his brothers was comforting, millions of possibilities of their reactions to what happened to him swam through his head. He shook his head and answered. “I’ll stay here, if that’s cool. I don’t want my family to get involved in… whatever is going on.”  

Saros nodded in understanding. “Okay. Well, uhh…. Well come to my crappy apartment. Stay as long as you want. Yell at me if you ever need anything that isn’t here. And uh, that’s the gist of it really.” They said, with a slightly sarcastic tone of voice while talking.

Mikey nodded and looked down. He was thinking it all over, everything. He gave them a slight smile. “Thanks,” He said.

*gives ice cream*

Thank you sensei *gladly takes and starts eating it to try to make him feel better*

@purplemasked-genius I unblocked you so you could PM me and we could talk like rational adults, not so you could reblog stuff.

You’re better than this. BECAUSE YOU CLAIMED TO BE BETTER THAN THIS.

If you’re gonna be an ass about all of this, let me remind you, I used to date you, and I will nail you on every little hyppocrissy of yours.

The first of which is being hateful and blindly making assumptions.

The second is harassing friends of people you are mad at via anon (I recognized your writing style. That’s how I knew it was you- probably should feel bad that I know how you write when angry from when you went after @gamestintheland - so I recognize that crap from when you went on that tirade)

The third is outright lying about people. You know me better than that. You know @turtlechix better than that.

Finally trying to make @hatsunekei choose between you and me. If I remember correctly, you begged me not to make you choose between me and @pyromantic-technician despite the fact that I dont like Blaze, because you had an ex do this to you and you lost both your friend and your ex.

Hypocrissy all of it!

And if you’re pissed over me telling Kayla you’re racist- please explain to the class how it isnt racist to think African Americans should give your preferential treatment because youre white, and that Latino/Hispanic oppression by white colonizers somehow rates below Anglo on Anglo - because yeah, I’m a Latino man and you knew this.

I’m done with the bullshit, and I’m done pulling punches.

We can talk this out like rational adults, but I promise you, you have torpedoed any chance of reconciliation.

Oh yeah, my ex called a gay positivity blog a faggot via anon and then pretended not to have sent it.

I’m glad you “assumed” that very glad. I never call gays any names since ring ring my brother is gay. And I love him like one. Do I suggest you watch yourself homie.

You should stop now grey and allow time for your balls to drop. Seriously, you’re worse than a little girl!

Grey: “Oh, by the way my ex……”

Uhhh…. sounds like a set up from what I’m reading.

Grey: “I know how you type…” TF is that? You have some sort of pattern she uses? Favorite letters? Grow the hell up! Leave @purplemasked-genius alone.

Hon, I dated the woman. I probably know things about her no one else knows, and likewise she knows things about me that no one else knows.

However ill let you be the judge

I shared this with someone who knows the situation the day stuff started turning sour.

She said this… It broke me and pushed me to being suicidal. I nearly killed myself over hee words here.

So nothing she says anymore means anything. Cause she was everything to me.

And now she is attacking me and the friends who supported me.

Nope. Sorry, too many flaws in this therory of yours. First impressions count, right? See, I was in the chat room. You and your friends were dicks then too. To me, not much has changed since then, just a different target. I just happen to not give a rat’s ass about fucking key board warriors and the shit they pull.

@turtlechix @thatgingerkidflash @hatsunekei you guys wanna take a crack at this one? Or should I explain the long, and storied history of the war with Lamenardo?

@spookyandcute-mikey finally found Your url.

Figured I’d add anyone who has actually been in those servers and knows the real story behind the drama instead of someone whobjust sat watching stuff and never interacting.

Yes I would, and you don’t have to explain the history of what happened with Leo, I’m going to do that in my own post so don’t worry about that.

@luvroffictionalcharacters You’re entitled to your opinion, and you chose what you believe. Whatever you decide to believe that’s you, but there is more than one side to this story. I watched what happened between Grey and Donnie, not all of it since there was quite a bit that happened behind the scenes in dm, but I talked to Grey a lot. He truly loved Donnie’s Mun, really he did. He talked about her a lot to me and a lot to Shen. His side of the story is true. I haven’t heard Donnie muns yet, but I plan to so I know both sides.

As far as calling all of us dicks, I have to ask at what point were you in the chatroom? Was it on Skype? Discord? Was it before or after the split? If it was before then I hope you realize you’re encompassing the very people you’re trying to defend right now, if it was not, then we were all hurt by Leo in that room and we’re trying to get past the hurt but we couldn’t do it without talking about it, that’s not how healing works.

Anyway, if I offended you in any way in the chatroom, I’m sorry, I didn’t try to offend anyone, but I do hope that you’ll take into account that I am a witness to many events that lead up to the shit load of drama here and that I am not the only one. And I hope you have a good day.

Personality Problems//closed rp with coffeecarnotaurus

@coffeecarnotaurus

Mikey had gone out without telling his brothers. He needed a minute to himself, a lot had been going on in his head recently and he just needed to sort through it. He landed on a rooftop and sighed, taking a second to sit and look out at the city. It was always peaceful up here. Well… peaceful for him anyway. Good place to sort through your thoughts, specially when his were soo jumbled up after the last couple of days. He’s the happy go lucky guy, the jokester, the prank master. His happy side is his dominant personality, but even he could only take so much.

He sat there for a while, listening to the sounds of New York night life while he drummed his fingers on his knee. He became so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t hear someone approaching until it was too late. They grabbed him from behind, causing him to cry out. As he reached for his nunchucks he felt something pierce his neck, causing him to panic.

“Let go!” He yelled and elbowed the stranger in the side. He heard them grunt and get pushed back. Mikey quickly reached up to take whatever was still in his neck out when a second person came in and tackled him. He didn’t even see their face, just felt something enter his system. He could hear his heartbeat pound loud as his head started to spin a little. His instincts kicked in and he bucked them off him before quickly getting up and running. The first one tried to block his way, only to get kicked in the stomach as he ran by.

He didn’t know where he was going. He was on autopilot, he just ran until he knew they weren’t chasing him anymore and his head was swimming so badly he was almost stumbling. He stopped at the edge of a building, his vision in an out. He couldn’t jump the alley like this.

Shakily, he reached up and pulled the syringe from his neck and looked down at it. His heart was still pounding as panic settled in. He had no idea what had been inside that syringe, it could be anything, anything…anything could happen. He grabbed his head as his knees began to shake. Adrenaline was gone. He was crashing, hard and fast. He fell to his knees and a second later was out. He dropped the syringe on the roof before falling over the ledge of the roof and luckily landing on a fire escape right below him, out cold.

Mikey shrugged and shook his head. “I didn’t see their faces… and they didn’t speak,” He said. He shuddered some, remembering being scared but also finding the memory a bit blurry.

They sighed a little bit. “Hm… Wonder what was the motive for the attack… It’s pretty weird for someone to just attack without a motive..” they muttered before cramming a pancake in their mouth and swallowing it. “So, what do you want to do? You can stay here if you want. I don’t have much, but feel free to stay if you want. Or uh, head home if you’re comfortable with that. Again, it’s your decision.”

Mikey mulled it over. The idea of seeing his brothers was comforting, millions of possibilities of their reactions to what happened to him swam through his head. He shook his head and answered. “I’ll stay here, if that’s cool. I don’t want my family to get involved in... whatever is going on.”  

#chris evans #in where he is actually steve rogers

#when is chris evans not steve rogers though

#when casting is perfect I begin to wonder about Marvel #do they secretly grow these people on farms #let them loose on the world for a while to establish lives #and then cast them as the role they were grown for

I have

no idea

what you’re

talking about

i do believe this is my fifth time reblogging this

apart form sebastian though he goes from this to this

seb’s the weird cousin

@justaweirdthoughtstuff

This is amazing oml

Seb’s the fanboy they grew to connect with the audience

@snowyseba This explains everything!

I’ve only seen this post in screenshots on pinterest. I love it.

I think you missed the other fanboy…

Love this

Everybody says Seb isn’t like Bucky… but he IS. He’s Bucky without a mask on. Bucky’s always wearing some sort of mask. Even around Steve. Seb is what Bucky would be like if he’d had the chance to just ~be~.

UH THIS

Um we’re forgetting someone…

ITS FINALLY ON MY DASH YESSS

everyone who reblogs this will receive a picture of spencer shay in their inbox 

HOLY FUCK

holy fuck i reblogged this like 2 minutes ago and it had like 30,000 notes omfg how did you do it so fast wow

Beautiful

look what I got today despite this post having over 250,000 notes

it’s been seven hours where is my spencer shay

IT TOOK EIGHT HOURS AND TWO REBLOGS BUT I GOT A SPENCER SHAY IN MY INBOX EVEN THOUGH THIS POST HAS 647,299 NOTES HOW 

Ok so I need to find some inspiration maybe spencer shay can help

I’m so ready

try me, bitch

plz?

I need this in my life

LESS THAN A FUCKING HOUR

WHAT THE FUCK

THIS WORKS GUYS. OH MY GOD.

God I need it

If this works I’ll be so surprised

Tintin remembers what comes after 15.

FUCKING HELL IT’S BACK FROM LAST YEAR

This literally gets reblogged every 15th of the month. It’s almost two years old. It’s beautiful.

listen up ya’ll this post is 6 years old now and you’re still reblogging it. every month. once a month, my notifications blow up for this one video, but only until the 16th. then the notes on this vid completely stop. it’s so eerily spot on and impressive how you just all collectively know what to do. if I’m not online, people irl still remind me that it’s the 15th. thank you for six surreal years of me wondering if I completely fucking lost it. here’s to the 15th

Muses are fickle. Reblog if you understand that your partner’s muse can sometimes wonder off for a while, but that you will still be willing to write with them when they come back.

I’ve finally managed to make a vine compilation short enough that Tumblr will let me post it!

I thought it wasn’t possible to crack an egg in your palm like that how to fuck did he

This is a good one 12/10

this is legit my favorite vine compilation ever, i’m crying

I wanna know something

Reblog if it’s alright with you if I name drop or make reference to your muse in an RP you are not in