#queendouchebag

This was one of those days that Hope just didn't give a fuck.

The Sagittarian female walked on the sidewalk, headset on her head while listening to Bryan Adam's Get Off My Back. It wasn't on too loud, so that way she could still hear things going on around her. She just didn't want to worry too much about the world around her.

You think that you can take me on?

You must be crazy.

The whole song was restarting again, but that was perfectly fine~ everything was going well. Hope's short cut, feathery auburn hair shinned under the sunlight, her green eyes lighting up as well to take on an almost extraterrestrial like hue.

Get off of my back,

And into my game!

She began to boogy to the beat now, not giving a single shit what assmonkey wanted to look at her weirdly. She didn't want to care about anything other than the music right now- this was her escape from all the negativity.

♕: Holding hands

Poor oblivious Kyle.

It took him a while to realize something as he was sitting down in the theater with Ashlee.

They were holding hands.

I was tagged by acciomyfandom

Big Bright Beautiful World (Reprise)- Shrek the Musical

The Bargain- Les Miserables

Prelude: The Ballad of Sweeney Todd: "Attend the Tail of Sweeney Todd"- Sweeney

Javert's Suicide- Les Miserables 

Short People- Randy Newman

After Midnight- Chicago

Hello- Book of Mormon

Home- The Last of Us (Gustavo Santaolalla)

Art Is Dead- Bo Burnham

Ashlee sighed heavily as she torn some fabric off her loltia dress.. it had been her favorite- but at the moment she needed some cloth. Bebe had fallen and scraped up her arm as they were making their get away from some walking corpses. She tightly tied the cloth from her skirt around the wound to stop any blood and keep it from getting infected. “..c-..come on we gotta keep moving before it gets too dark..” Ashlee sort of held onto the other’s hand to lead her along. Shaking herself- Ashlee was trying to be strong and cheerful even in this kind of situation.

      ↺ Bebe had gone through her fair share of shit situations growing up in South Park, but she honestly felt that even a zombie apocalypse was farfetched. And the world turning to shit as she was shopping at a local beauty supply store for hair bleach was something straight out of a movie. The girl that was now tying up her wound with eccentric cloths had also been shopping, she presumed, and that was why they were traveling together now. Her name escaped the blonde, but she had often heard her refereed to by "douchebag," but that clearly wasn't her name, so Bebe refrained from calling her by it.

❝ Ah, right. Thanks. ❞ She winced as her makeshift bandage was tightened. This was bullshit, and Bebe had to admit that she was scared. Who wouldn't be when all the dead bodies within a twenty mile radius were being reanimated, not to mention she had no way of contacting her friends and family. Mobile service had been destroyed one way or another, so the only person she could lean on was this stranger.

"When was zis decided?" Christophe asked suspiciously, trying to hide the surprise he felt when she announced it. 

[hi hello! :D AND OH SHIT A PICK UP LINE…]

16. A pickup line from my character to yours