#;bo

My blood sugar is low, can you get me candy?

The deal had gone wrong--- so wrong. How had he not seen it coming? First, it was all merry and happy, he had his and out for the money they owned, next, silver was blinding his eye and his shoulder was flung back, blog pooling in the shirt. He had been shot. In the fucking arm. His buddies rushed him to the hospital before he could even register the situation, dumping him there and running for the hills. It was protocol, but it would’ve been nice to have a little fucking help. The kid had to wait, just like all the others, for his treatments. His body ricocheted with pin, but he held up; He had to if they were going to get in and out of here without a questioning sight.

🎵for me to shuffle my playlist and use my favorite line of the next song as a starter

Tad looked at the boy, he was the perfect victim for the dare he was asked to do. The two share a class, he’s seen the unacquainted face from afar, but never went over to speak to him (which now he was thankful he didn’t). Walking over to where the boy was seated, Tad smoothly grabbed a nearby chair and slid right next to the stranger. “I don't do nothing for free you know I have to charge.” Pausing, Tad smirked and leaned forward. “I keep it in check papi.” 

But I do wish to ask, have my asks been getting yoinked by tumblr? I sent in multiple anon before, and non-anon. I understand running a character blog is hard work and takes a lot of energy, I am simply curious

(Tinkerbill is quite funny though)

-Bo

yeah, yeah. people think it's hilarious. i dont see the resemblance 😒

-Bo

my boyfriend just broke up with me because I said smth a little to close to smth his ex said, so apparently I'm automatically toxic

-Bo

oh, babe, that's awful. i'm so sorry, hun. come 'ere, i got you