BLAKE!!

YEAH!!

so what's your favourite song? i've been obsessed with tornado and you're no fun anymore recently.

Oh, those are both really great!! But, definitely Animal and.. maybe Clarissa!! If is definitely my favorite album. Bomb This Track is also good, so is Straight To Video! Maybe Stupid MF? Uncle is great too! And, hmmm... This Hurts! Gah, how could I forget that one? That should be all, but who knows!!

YEAH!!

Wait, that doesn't- FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKK, I mean't slushie!! Welp, I'm gonna have to improvise. Be right back!

ITS DR PEPPER!!! favorite slushie is dr pepper blake- where are you going??

daniel's gaze shifted down to the drinks, his lip curling up in disgust. "thats fucking rancid blake." he took the dr pepper slushie from him, kicked the door shut and led him to the kitchen of the house. "sit at the bar. diana's got some project going on at the table." he motioned to the dining table, where papers are scattered and on the top of one had the words 'BRAIN SURGERY ORIGINAL BLUEPRINTS'. daniel set the drinks on the counter, sliding into one of the bar stools.

"its uh, film planning actually. well, kinda. got this huge exam going on but i also gotta finish up a short film." he sighs, following blake's gaze to his work before starting to close his notebooks and shoving papers into different folders. he took his own slushie, taking a small sip of it and hesitating before giving a little 'good enough' shrug and taking another large gulp. "mel and her dad are helping out in it. trying to do something more...tactile. yknow, military themed. ive got a few fake guns n shit made."

"well, uh, its kinda like.." he pauses, thinking about the best way to word what he wants to say without being weird. instead, daniel took out what he had for the script outline. "i talked to a few folks i know..theyre willing to share their stories. im just...speaking for the dead, i guess." he chuckles, sliding a script to blake. in big font, the word SAW was written on the front page. "name's still a work in progress.."

daniel took his own drink, taking a sip. "its kinda a pain in the ass to make. diana's dad is in it and hes like always busy. and its hard talking to adam without him freaking the fuck out." he leans his head to the side, staring at the script in blake's hands. "there isnt much right now.."

he smiles slightly, chuckling. "thanks. maybe ill have you help me out with it. i need someone to help out with all the sfx sorta stuff..i think mel is getting set with costume designs." daniel shrugged, tapping a small beat on the countertop

Wait, that doesn't- FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKK, I mean't slushie!! Welp, I'm gonna have to improvise. Be right back!

ITS DR PEPPER!!! favorite slushie is dr pepper blake- where are you going??

daniel's gaze shifted down to the drinks, his lip curling up in disgust. "thats fucking rancid blake." he took the dr pepper slushie from him, kicked the door shut and led him to the kitchen of the house. "sit at the bar. diana's got some project going on at the table." he motioned to the dining table, where papers are scattered and on the top of one had the words 'BRAIN SURGERY ORIGINAL BLUEPRINTS'. daniel set the drinks on the counter, sliding into one of the bar stools.

"its uh, film planning actually. well, kinda. got this huge exam going on but i also gotta finish up a short film." he sighs, following blake's gaze to his work before starting to close his notebooks and shoving papers into different folders. he took his own slushie, taking a small sip of it and hesitating before giving a little 'good enough' shrug and taking another large gulp. "mel and her dad are helping out in it. trying to do something more...tactile. yknow, military themed. ive got a few fake guns n shit made."

"well, uh, its kinda like.." he pauses, thinking about the best way to word what he wants to say without being weird. instead, daniel took out what he had for the script outline. "i talked to a few folks i know..theyre willing to share their stories. im just...speaking for the dead, i guess." he chuckles, sliding a script to blake. in big font, the word SAW was written on the front page. "name's still a work in progress.."

daniel took his own drink, taking a sip. "its kinda a pain in the ass to make. diana's dad is in it and hes like always busy. and its hard talking to adam without him freaking the fuck out." he leans his head to the side, staring at the script in blake's hands. "there isnt much right now.."

Wait, that doesn't- FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKK, I mean't slushie!! Welp, I'm gonna have to improvise. Be right back!

ITS DR PEPPER!!! favorite slushie is dr pepper blake- where are you going??

daniel's gaze shifted down to the drinks, his lip curling up in disgust. "thats fucking rancid blake." he took the dr pepper slushie from him, kicked the door shut and led him to the kitchen of the house. "sit at the bar. diana's got some project going on at the table." he motioned to the dining table, where papers are scattered and on the top of one had the words 'BRAIN SURGERY ORIGINAL BLUEPRINTS'. daniel set the drinks on the counter, sliding into one of the bar stools.

"its uh, film planning actually. well, kinda. got this huge exam going on but i also gotta finish up a short film." he sighs, following blake's gaze to his work before starting to close his notebooks and shoving papers into different folders. he took his own slushie, taking a small sip of it and hesitating before giving a little 'good enough' shrug and taking another large gulp. "mel and her dad are helping out in it. trying to do something more...tactile. yknow, military themed. ive got a few fake guns n shit made."

"well, uh, its kinda like.." he pauses, thinking about the best way to word what he wants to say without being weird. instead, daniel took out what he had for the script outline. "i talked to a few folks i know..theyre willing to share their stories. im just...speaking for the dead, i guess." he chuckles, sliding a script to blake. in big font, the word SAW was written on the front page. "name's still a work in progress.."

Wait, that doesn't- FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKK, I mean't slushie!! Welp, I'm gonna have to improvise. Be right back!

ITS DR PEPPER!!! favorite slushie is dr pepper blake- where are you going??

daniel's gaze shifted down to the drinks, his lip curling up in disgust. "thats fucking rancid blake." he took the dr pepper slushie from him, kicked the door shut and led him to the kitchen of the house. "sit at the bar. diana's got some project going on at the table." he motioned to the dining table, where papers are scattered and on the top of one had the words 'BRAIN SURGERY ORIGINAL BLUEPRINTS'. daniel set the drinks on the counter, sliding into one of the bar stools.

"its uh, film planning actually. well, kinda. got this huge exam going on but i also gotta finish up a short film." he sighs, following blake's gaze to his work before starting to close his notebooks and shoving papers into different folders. he took his own slushie, taking a small sip of it and hesitating before giving a little 'good enough' shrug and taking another large gulp. "mel and her dad are helping out in it. trying to do something more...tactile. yknow, military themed. ive got a few fake guns n shit made."

I WATCHED IT!!!! It was.. alright!! I like how the tension built up so creepy and crawly, I like how throughout the movie, we never truly see Billy in full! It wasn't my favorite, far from it.. Even then, that title was taken a LOOOOONG time ago! But it has it's good qualities!

Wait, that doesn't- FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKK, I mean't slushie!! Welp, I'm gonna have to improvise. Be right back!

ITS DR PEPPER!!! favorite slushie is dr pepper blake- where are you going??

daniel's gaze shifted down to the drinks, his lip curling up in disgust. "thats fucking rancid blake." he took the dr pepper slushie from him, kicked the door shut and led him to the kitchen of the house. "sit at the bar. diana's got some project going on at the table." he motioned to the dining table, where papers are scattered and on the top of one had the words 'BRAIN SURGERY ORIGINAL BLUEPRINTS'. daniel set the drinks on the counter, sliding into one of the bar stools.

"its uh, film planning actually. well, kinda. got this huge exam going on but i also gotta finish up a short film." he sighs, following blake's gaze to his work before starting to close his notebooks and shoving papers into different folders. he took his own slushie, taking a small sip of it and hesitating before giving a little 'good enough' shrug and taking another large gulp. "mel and her dad are helping out in it. trying to do something more...tactile. yknow, military themed. ive got a few fake guns n shit made."