me? alive? maybe.
what’s this?? fleeting smol john muse?? someone hmu!!
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“Oh look’it that. It’s a fucking pirate. Shiver me fucking timbers, and blow the man down, right? Don’t have any gold if you’re going to try and rob me.”
John had to remind himself that the man was drunk and it was possible he wouldn’t try to insult him had he been sober. Besides, even intoxicated, he was most likely the better fighter still. “Clearly your knowledge of pirates is rather limited.”
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Also because I assume everyone is like 16 reblog with your age in the tags?
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my makeup game has peaked so my selfie game has peaked.
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Game Grumps sentence starters
“What the fuck are you talking about?” “It’s almost a gift, the degree which you do not care what people think.” “Who can buy twinkies at a time like this?! We’re all gonna die!” “If I die, nothing actually changes. It’s just the end of me as, like, a system of memories.” “My inevitable death and disintegration makes me fucking chill.” “Jews get bored on Christmas.” “Hey, man, have you ever barfed on a family member?” “Any time you say the word versus, it’s a dick measuring contest.” “There’s gotta be some way to fuck it.” “Oh, am I getting a lesson in morality from a guy who just told a corporation to jizz on his face?” “Mnon, a noun. A disease you get from chewing too much.” “You are losing it, dude.” “Wow, is that updog?” “What is updog?” “What got into you in the last ten seconds?” “I’ll light whoever the fuck I want on fire.” “Do you think I came out the pussy drawing fucking Mozart?” “At age six, I was born without a face.” “DON’T FUCKING JUMP AT ME, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I’LL FUCKING STAB YOUR PARENTS!”
my activity is complete shit, so like for a starter!!
do you know how long i just looked at this, trying to figure out what this means
I JUST REALIZED i can play smol john with the dads from dream daddy!!
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eliot didn’t expect much. the kid was a street rat. the kind that don’t trust easy and the kind that look to slit your throat and run should the opportunity present itself. eliot got it. he did. and he was trying to fix it. john was young enough. he could at least help. a little. eliot piled the plate for the boy high. he didn’t expect him to eat it at first. not until he saw eliot eat some of his own.
and even then it was iffy. this kid had no reason to trust him. and eliot wasn’t sure how to get him to trust him. eliot wasn’t exactly the trustworthy type anyway. he didn’t need to be. he set the plate down in front of the kid with a soft, encouraging smile. it wouldn’t be enough to actually make much of a difference, but it was a start. sitting down carefully, with his own plate, eliot fixed the kid with a cool stare. he was lucky it was eliot and not someone worse. as much as he hated that there were people worse than him, he liked to take comfort in the fact that there were people out there that were a lot worse than him. especially when it came to things like this. someone else would have broken the kid’s arm at the very least. and eliot just offered to give him a hot meal. he took a large bite of his potatoes and tipped his head to the side. “you don’t got any allergies or anythin’, right?”
Blue eyes wearily glanced between the offered food and the man. While he wanted nothing more than to instantly dig in, he wasn’t sure if he was allowed. Although his stomach tightened with hunger pains and drool began to pool in his mouth from just the smell, John simply sat in his chair and watched.
When the man finally took a bite, John felt it was safe enough for him to eat as well. He completely ignored the question, not quite sure what he was asking anyway. Small fingers grasped a handful of food and instantly shoveled it into his mouth. There was barely any chewing, and even less of appreciation of taste. The next mouthful of food was accompanied by a hum; it was less about the quality of the food, and mostly about the fact that he was happy to be eating.
Food was stuck to the corners of his mouth and coated his hand. John was forced to slow down when he shoved more into his mouth without even fully swallowing.
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[text: John] There are many things you could do, sweetheart. You don’t have to be a stripper forever, you know. [text: John] :( [text: John] I really wish you wouldn’t do drugs, John. [text: John] Are you ok?
[text: muscles 👌] i neverr went to school [text: muscles 👌] did u kow that?? [text: muscles 👌] never went to element schooll or whatev u americanas cal it [text: muscles 👌] v limitted with jobs [text: muscles 👌] it’s just a bit of weed love [text: muscles 👌] lmao i could be doing ecstasy [text: muscles 👌] or coke
[text: muscles 👌] couldnt skate so ii became a strippper instead lool [text: muscles 👌] ohh babe [text: muscles 👌] u dont neeed to worry bout it [text: muscles 👌] 😰 [text: muscles 👌] wait fuk [text: muscles 👌] 😇
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reblog this and tag the smallest fandom you’re in
