just a country boy who loves dubstep

[taking you aside in the group masturbation vc] this place is a den of vipers... you are the only one I can trust

Probably the worst thing about living in this town is all the guys on out-of-control rocket-propelled gliders who are always crashing into everything. But that's just what happens when I, the youngest son of the town's preeminent glider baron, sabotage the automated assembly line to thwart the aspirations of my older brother, who has inherited leadership of the company for no other reason than the priority of his birth, and despite my clear aptitude for the machines of our family trade. Yep, I gotta say, that's just the sort of thing you sign up for when you live in a town like Gliderville

I'm spinning. I'm kicking. I'm doing incredible martial arts. Suddenly the door to my apartment bursts open—"What are YOU doing here?" I ask, but you cannot see to whom I am speaking. Only that they are wearing a coat, broad-brimmed hat, and a distinctive pair of gloves, embroidered with peacocks on the back of palm. One of these grips a revolver, dark and shining. My earlier proficiency in karate is suddenly useless. You can see it in my face. But then, like a cloud passing over me, my expression changes. I assume a cool looking stance. I am not going to go out like a chump. And here's the thing: I'm REALLY fucking good at martial arts. I step forward, arms at the ready, and dodge my assailant's first bullet

oh good, you're awake. doc said you'd pull through. the others are out back, planning the next raid. yeah, i know. the people who used to live here weren't great decorators. but i found some ingredients in the pantry that weren't spoiled so i was just fixing us up a little breakfast *rattling noises as i roll a dozen visibly scorching gumballs around in a nonstick pan*

What are they looking at?

love wins

What does hate fuck mean ?

when hate someone so much you fuck them