I JUST. SAW THE EPISODE.
postvoided replied to your post:whispers hello. i’m officially grad-waiting, aka...
Congrats BAB!!
tHANKS BAB!!
burgledthem replied to your post:whispers hello. i’m officially grad-waiting, aka...
I’m old
damn. it’s been 3 years. wtf.
u are old.
emmy take semi hiatus off ur blog it's a full blown hiatus @ this point pls
smh shHHHH
whispers hello.
i’m officially grad-waiting, aka i’m just waiting for graduation to happen omg. i have a month off so... i’ll see if i can get on here and do stuff!
i don’t know about you, but i‘m feeling 22 B)
someone give me 8 dollars so i can buy coins on v-app and buy the bts videos :<
anyway greet @blackpanthcr a v happy birthday bc it’s their special day today~~
actor meme + dylan o’brien » [2\7] favorite outfit/look: the striped void hoodie
i hate that feeling. indie allison argent written by morgie.
how many prawns do u have
@burgledthem GET OUT OF MY ASK BOX
hwo manny flolwolwoers do u hav
THIS JOKE HAS DIED A LONG TIME AGO. but probably zero let them unfollow me.
( *gcthigh )
He tilts his head back as she searches his pockets, face scrunched due to the pain that’s hitting him, which honestly doesn’t help his case; in saying that he’s fine. Not that she’d listen anyway, she seems to be fucking set on helping him, for SOME reason. He then glances at her hand, and then to her smile, before rolling his eyes. Though, he is mildly proud of that, due to the fact one of the guys happened to have his knife on him. “Actually, I kinda am, thanks.” He utters in response, narrowing his eyes at the woman.
He continues simply watching as she both unlocks & pushes the door open, then using one of his arms to clutch at his torso, as though holding it together; readying himself to stand. “Nah, wouldn’t wanna get blood on y’; don’t wanna stain that. Looks expensive.” He comments with what he tries to make a shrug, but it looks like more of a shiver. He then manages to get to his feet, though he finds himself leaning against the door frame for a few seconds.
she raises a brow at him, arms crossed as she watches him have a hard time with standing up. briefly, at the mention of her outfit, her eyes leave his to check her attire — it is expensive, something bought by her mom, nothing too special though. perhaps it could handle a few washes in the washing machine. “ ah, good eye for pricey things. “ a nod is given at him. “ but as much as i enjoy seeing you struggle, i’d rather not wait an hour or two for you to get in. “
lydia is quick to step beside him, slinging one of his arm around her while her other hand is placed around his torso. a soft ‘god, i really am crazy’ is uttered under her breath. “ okay, sweetheart, let’s get you in before someone sees you and calls an ambulance. “