do i even still got icons i hope they match my dash iconbu ti bet they don’t at all
they are really bad
do i even still got icons i hope they match my dash iconbu ti bet they don’t at all
they are really bad
me @ me: don’t use your fucking stupid psd for this theme revamp me: uses the fucking stupid psd
their love is even stronger
“ if you’re talkin’ about your little rub n’tug business, i can make better money as an escort without handin’ any of it over to you.”
“your assumptions got ya fucked up-- for all ya know i could be hirin’ for a new joint rollin’ bitch. and the rub and tug ain’t all about the money. it’s about makin’ sure that if these girls gotta get screwed over by a shit bag at least it’s a fuckin’ QUEER ONE, right?? don’t gotta worry about me sampling the merchandise. without permission.”
“ayoo, fuckin’ milkovich!! what kinda fuckin’ money are ya’ talkin’ about?”
“you any good with your hands??”
“ayyoo fuckin’ witch bitch!! you lookin’ to make some money??” // @prcphesiied
change pronouns as fit, lots of trigger warnings ahead, taken from multiple characters
*@fuckucp / starter.
The coffee is lukewarm, but he’s still making an effort in drinking it. There’s agitation still festering inside of his chest, which gives reason to the way his eyes didn’t raise more than a flicker when Mickey came into the room. “You gotta make the next pot,” he informed, only to press the cup up to his mouth again. The coffee is lukewarm, and the only reason he was drinking it was so Mickey would have to make the next pot.
this feels like a trick. it’s been awhile since he scent wafted through the house. THE COFFEE HAS TO BE SHIT BY NOW. ian’s sitting there struggling through bullshit to get something better. “if i’m makin’ more then pour out that damn piss water. you know how long that’s been sittin’ out??”
consider: sending me starters
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Hello yes, my sexual orientation is violence
“If you look at it that way man, you sure that ain’t the drugs talkin’? I don’t know an Ontari but I’m not surprised Clarke fucked her up. I’m up for an exchange, I got some new stuff you need to try, show you what’s good, dude.”
“where the hell have you been, dude?? i wish i didn’t know half the shit i do. take me back to the big old prison in the sky, ‘cause i’m not gettin’ any damn kill marks. i’m just getting high and getting fucked, end of discussion.” he reaches for a leather pouch in his jacket pocket. “this shit looks like a real damn ICICLE.” tossing to jasper he lights a pre-rolled.
“Wow, I mean I might have a long neck but I’m not a fucking alien. Bullshit those icicles have better dope, have you even tried my shit, dude?”
“ya came from space-- you’re a god damned alien headed fuck. we BOTH CAME FROM SPACE. i just got a normal earth head-- ontari got me the plug before clarke ate her heart. we can do a little exchange. NO EXTRA CHARGE.”
“listen here you LONG NECKED ALIEN FUCK!! this ain’t space no more and these ice town motherfuckers have ten times better dope. REAL TALK.” // @jobikilled