i'm a fuckin' meme dude

yo, i decided to revamp arin over at @grumpgamed , catch me there!

          Thank you so much, seriously. I can’t tell you how much this means to me. I’ll be on my other rp blogs, but not Arin. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You’re so nice.

                “--HEY, pumpkin! What’s goin’ on?”

update: they’re trying to beat their record of how many bras have been thrown to them at a concert. they’re at 69 right now. brian is collecting all of said bras in his pants. all of them.

       my good friend who used to rp dan is at the s.t arb. om. b concert with nate as an opener and i’m over here crying like a fucking dumb ass

          He was just about as PANICKED as you’d expect, subconsciously licking the blood from the corner of his mouth. Hands shook and yet he seemed CALM, satisfied. Something DEEP inside him WANTED this to happen.    “He’s probably dead, I don’t... I don’t know how much I drained.”    Did it COUNT as murder? Probably.     “Dude, I’m... I’m fuckin’ wigging out.”     His tone said differently.      “You don’t have to work this out, I - I can find out how to... Fuck.”

         Head looked up from the body he was crouched over, fangs retracting back into his gums as the vampire needed only a moment to clear his head and realize his surroundings. FUCK. He fucked up -- he PROMISED everyone he was getting better, but he was... He was just so HUNGRY. All of the time.     “--Fuck dude, I--”     The following words were nothing but shocked stammers... He was upset, HIMSELF.

          “Wha’s the matter, dude?”