Oct 22, 2016
(slaps with noodle hands) the t-rex is the king of all dinosaurs
.............i miss brad
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(slaps with noodle hands) the t-rex is the king of all dinosaurs
.............i miss brad
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TOO BAD SHIT-FOR-BRAINS IT'S GOING IN UR APARTMENT NOW, U PISSED OFF THE WRONG OLD MAN!! GO FUCK URSELF
OHHH, GOOD FUCKING LUCK GETTING THE FUCKIN’ THING UP THE STAIRS. YOU EVEN THINK SOMEBODY WOULD LET YOU IN WITH THE FUCKIN’ THING? GOD DAMN. YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHICH BUILDING, OR THE FUCKING APARTMENT NUMBER, JACKASS! AND WHY FUCK MYSELF, WHEN I COULD FUCK YOUR WIFE, YOU OLD FUCK?
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“Look, buddy-” His hands spread wide, in a casual gesture. “-If you can’t help me, I can’t help you.”
A favor for a favor, that’s how his system worked. And with the alarms blaring all over the place, this seemed like the best place to seal the deal. Counted in his head, how long it would be till they heard sirens.
“Help us both out, will you?”
BACK BEFORE AMANDA AND BRAD, trevor got into the habit of swiping michael’s clothes. what would fit perfectly on michael (t-shirt, or sweater), would be baggy on trevor’s lanky frame. maybe, it was because he wanted to be closer to him, but most of the time, it’d be just to fuck with michael.
﹙ SMS ; ⇁ MICHAEL TOWNLEY 🐍 ; 19:36pm﹚im standin in ur pool ﹙ SMS ; ⇁ MICHAEL TOWNLEY 🐍 ; 19:38pm﹚cum in here
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the father, the son, the (un)holy ghost.
indie blogs for Michael De Santa, Franklin Clinton and Trevor Phillips from Grand Theft Auto V. selective, private & nsfw. written by Cheren, Cole and Alli.
don’t think about a younger michael and trevor hiding out in a motel room, where the tv is just pure static. it’s cold so they just sit on their beds, fuming and freezing because they recently got into an argument regarding amanda and how trevor accidentally blurted that it feels like “he’s losing him”. or how trevor got so used to sharing a bed with michael that eventually he just climbs into his bed; michael’s just laying there while trevor inches closer and just stares into those sharp blue hues. michael’s not that much warmer, but it makes all the difference to trevor. michael doesn’t say much but manages to run his fingers through trevor’s hair while neon lights glow outside of the room. just don’t.
trevor really only started doing meth a few years prior to 2013 and a few years after 2004 so i mean, he was doing drugs -- most likely heroin and lsd -- but i think it got to the point where he hit his breaking point because he didn’t have his only friend; the only person who understood his troubles and saw the storm but didn’t run away and so he’s thinking michael’s in the ground and nervous ron tries to reaffirm him that he should “let the past die” but he just is having a hard time adjusted to the fact that brad’s “in jail” and michael was “in the ground”. and he probably thought they could’ve prevented this if they just didn’t head for the chopper. he only uses the meth to numb out the fact that it just could’ve been prevented if they didn’t head for the non-existent chopper. because he misses his best friend, his partner in crime. he misses him so he numbs out the feeling of missing him.