So.
I’m not dead, surprisingly.
Then again, I’m not entirely sure I can say the same for my followers.
Any of you guys still kicking, or should I accept what fate has given to me?
March 2013
0 posts
August 2012
6 posts
I AM NOT THROWING A TANTRuM, LITTLE DESTROYER.
Yes you are.
Take a breather, Jesus Christ.
Ahora te sigue tactfultechnician.
Hey strider, long time no talk how have you been?
Isn’t that the truth. Haven’t really finagled with a Jake in a while.
I’ve been pretty good, just busy as fuck.
Actually, no.
I’ve been bored out of my mind.
((Promoting this gr8 Jake!!!)) →
jakeadventures.tumblr.com
Seriously, this Jake is excellent. You should follow him.
OOC // Reblog if you're an RP blog so I can follow you/find more people to interact with!
I would really appreciate the help, guys. ; v ;
Putting this here again. →
eccentricbiologist.tumblr.com
This is my new John blog. u v u I’ll be spending time working on it and interacting! Right now, I’m following back every rp blog that follows me, so there’s that, if you actually care about follower count.
OOC // John blog! →
eccentricbiologist.tumblr.com
So, I’ve gotten a lot of good comments on my John, so I decided to make a blog for him!
Follow, interact, do whatever. u v u It’s all good.
July 2012
384 posts
Minus you.
You’re fairly awesome.
Fairly????????
Ok, very.
I think you gave me a scar during our last macking session.
Put the word 'Obey:' next to a command in my ask box and I have to do it.
titaniumtwin replied to your post: titaniumtwin liked your post: Jesus, I never…
no.
Listen, buddy.
If you need me to beat the shit out of anyone, I’m all up for it.
arachnophiliac replied to your post: Jesus, I never realized that Aranea could have…
Rude.
Minus you.
You’re fairly awesome.
True/False game. Make an assumption in my ask and I’ll tell you if its true or false. Go.
Huh. Sounds fun.
Jesus, I never realized that Aranea could have such a bitchy descendant.
Why the fuck not.
- A: Who was the last person to piss you off? What did they do?
- B: Do you miss your ex? What would you do to get them back?
- C: If you had to choose between your best friend or your significant other dying, who would you choose?
- D: Everyone has a few demons, what's your worst one?
- E: Have you ever cheated on somebody?
- F: Are you a virgin?
- G: Do you believe in ghosts?
- H: If you knew your girlfriend/boyfriend would be truly happier without you, would you leave?
- I: If you liked someone with a terminal illness, would you still date them knowing they might not live much longer?
- J: If you sold your soul, what would it be for?
- K: Would you ever kill someone? What would be a good reason?
- L: Have you ever told a big lie, one that you felt bad for? Did you ever come clean?
- M: Is there anything that you'd never do for any amount of money?
- N: Would you consider yourself vain or narcissistic?
- O: Are you open minded, or do you judge people and things before you give them a chance?
- P: Politics, what are your thoughts on them?
- Q: Do you prefer peace and quiet, or loud chaos?
- R: Religion, what is yours? Do you believe in a god?
- S: What is your sexual preference (straight, gay, bi, pan, ace)?
- T: What is your favorite sexual position?
- U: Has anyone you knew ever died? If so, who?
- V: Do you ever want children?
- W: If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
- X: Do you do drugs? Drink? Smoke?
- Y: Is there anything you wouldn't do for love?
- Z: Would you ever have sex for money?
tactfultechnician started following you
tactfultechnician started following you
> You know he’s trying to soothe you, but it just wasn’t working. Not how he wanted it to. You couldn’t stop crying — there was no way that you were going to anytime soon. Not in such a situation where you’ve finally met someone that was practically a legend for you. When you’re pulled into his arms, you cling to him tightly, crying into his shoulder as you apologize over and over, nuzzling your head against him. You wanted this to last as long as possible, and you refused to wake up from this dream. It was too real. Too much like what you had wanted for years. The soft touches to your hair earn a soft whimper as you lean into his touch, closing your eyes and keeping yourself from apologizing further, because he doesn’t deserve that.
I love you. I love you so much.
> You nuzzle against his shoulder, letting the tears freely drop as you wrap your arms around him, holding onto him tightly and rocking with him. Your eyes sting from crying, and you have a slight headache from all the strain. You try to relax yourself, allowing your muscles to relax as you practically melt against him. You cling to the soft fabric of his shirt, trying to let his words calm you down as you shakily inhale against him, pressing your forehead to his neck and breathing erratically. He’s here now. He’s here and for you.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
I love you, Dave.
Fuck, I only know you from those videos, but I love you so much.
Shit, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be crying. Not like this.
This isn’t how it should have gone. I shouldn’t have come off so fucking weak.
> You look up to him, eyes red and watery as you shake your head, trying to catch your breath before you bury your head back against him. You squeeze him tightly, peppering kisses to his shoulder and chin, constantly thanking him.
tactfultechnician started following you
> When he says your name, you freeze, the familiar sound from those years of videos he left for you flooding back to your memory. You just kind of gape at him, your full body tense and unmoving. It’s not possible, it’s not fucking possible. But they way he says your name screams familiar, and it almost hurts to hear it. You’ve dreamt of this. Hearing him say your name in person. You wanted it more than anything in the world, and here he was. You watch as he flips the paper over, soon scribbling out another comic — those all too familiar characters in a situation that you’ve never seen before. Your eyes widen at the picture before you hear him again, his voice soft and humble — just like in the videos. You sit quietly as he sings, your face contorting as you feel a sting in your eyes. Your lips part slightly as you bring a hand up to slowly take off your shades — you wanted him to see you for what you were. He memorized it. His voice was soft and so very safe to you.
You feel a drop of water running down your cheek, but make no move to wipe it away. You just wanted to listen to him. That was all you wanted. You laugh lightly and playfully, smiling like you did when you first saw his videos. And, softly and with complete memorization, you mimic his voice.
“Goodnight, Dirk.”
“And I love you. So much.”
> With that, you break down, burying your head in your hands, your body convulsing with sobs. You didn’t want to come off as so pathetic to him, but there was nothing else you could do. You’ve wanted this since you first found those boxes — since you first heard his voice. You love him. You love him more than anything in the world. This was all you wanted — to hear him speaking to you in person. So you could finally be with him somehow.
I’m sorry.
Fuck, I’m sorry.
> What were you apologizing for? You weren’t too sure. You acted like an asshole to him, this person that you’ve wanted to meet your whole life.
