it’s my month anniversary on jason? why haven’t i done shit all on this blog? i am the worst rp’er ever, y’all need to stop following me.

ok same tho how abt we stop eACH OTHER

anyway gtg make a justin to join @swallowgrief  and  @friendlost  in the holy trinity of anything we do :/

y are u doing this ellie

                     ❝  don’t   take   this   the   wrong   way mate,   but   i   don’t   think   it’s   socially   acceptable   to   see   the   captain   of   the   football   team   comin’   up   to   me.   i   know   you   jocks   &&    carin’   about   your   image.   ❞   doc   marten   boots   were   criss   crossed   along   the   wooden   tables   of   the   cafeteria   as   he   had   his  arms   crossed   over   smoke   scented   leather.  it   wasn’t   that   he   was   scared   of   the   red   haired   male,    it   was   just   a   bit   unusual   to   see   ANYONE   approach   his   table.   rumors   spread   like   wildfire   &&   slate   loved   seeing   people   intimidated   to   approach   him.   it   made   him   feel   powerful. 

PRETTY BOY.  wants to cause a little trouble.

‘  don’t  take  this  the  wrong  way  ’  words  ring  alongside  shell  of  ear  as  stance  is  prominent  against  retched,  poorly  equipped  excuses  of  cafeteria  benches.  blue  and  gold  an  obvious  contrast  within  pale  complexion,  milked  down  water  splashed  against  canvas  while  slightly  chapped  lips  curl  upwards.  was  that  a  smile  ?  yes,  it  was  !  who  knew  jason  blossom  would  produce  amusement  from  a  south  sider  ?  personal  attack  seemed  evident  ––  full  offence  sliding  off  squared  shoulders.    ❛    we  don’t  all  care  about  personal  image,  we’re  not  some  stereotype,  south  sider.   ❜   a  common  and  established  nickname  rolls  off  of  his  tongue,   ❛    your  type  however,  seem  to  live  up  to  assumptions,  rumours  even,  and  i  can’t  say  i’m  that  surprised  ––   you  all  seem  like  dirt  bags  with  no  ambitions.    ❜   a  soft  laugh,  mimics  human  nature  of  insult  ––  even  though  not  recognised  as  one,  simple  smile  clasping  mockery  within  tone.     where  was  his  power  now  ?