#rachelstartzman

rachelstartzman replied to your post: OOC

((m e))

(I know this feel. 

((gif of that one person who discovers clapping and smiles evilly ‘yes i shall use these as tools for celebratinon’ except moving))

[jesus fuck

((good i am mightily pleased 10/10 violence all the way))

[aw yis

motha

fucking

((Dies in puddle of tears))

[whisks you away and thats why elvis can never die no i dont want to think about it jfkds;f]

gwayouttathat replied to your post: Title: I did not die.  Trigger Warnings: Mentions...

[totally cried. J-just take all my feels ;A;))

[wraps you up in a big blanket bABY ;M;]

iwishtobeforgotten replied to your post: #THE LAME ONE? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT [I AM...

[IT’S FANTASTIC, SHHSHH YOU. YOU PERFECT BEING AND WRITER OH GOSS]

[SILENCE YOU OH GOD I'M SO BAD AT THESE YOUR DRABBLES ARE SO MUCH COOLER AFJKD]

iwishtobeforgotten replied to your post: Title: Recurring Trigger Warnings: N/A...

((Omigoodness this is fantastic, Ben would just freak out if this happened. Uggh your drabbles are far better than mine ;u;))

[HUSH YOU RIGHT THIS INSTANT YOUR DRABBLES ARE PERF X1000000]

try-without-words replied to your post: Title: Java Trigger Warnings: N/A Rated: PG...

((I LOVE YOU))

[I LOVE YOU TOO BBY]

rachelstartzman replied to your post: [i literally forgot entirely to do the stats on...

(( i was wonderin’ if they were just invisible to the naked eye or what omg have you slept /yet/))

((Tumblr is also derping out on the drafts aspect of the site too))

[tumblr you have 2.4 seconds to get it together]

rachelstartzman replied to your post: [WHAT THE FUCK]

((show it who’s boss >:[))

liarsprosper [x] gwayouttathat [x] rachelstartzman [x] try-without-words [x] iwishtobeforgotten [x]

I WOULD HAVE HAD A LOT MORE OUT BUT YOU BUTTHOLES ALL DECIDED TO REPLY AT THE SAME TIME I WAS MAKING THIS POST AND GETTIN' READY FOR SLEEP AGH SO YEAH

Drafts:

He hasn't switched tactics. It's still the "Kiss Me Like You Mean It" sign in his hands, only it's written more elegantly-- and fuck, he can't believe he's doing this but yes-- Everett Graves is actually paying people to exchange a meaningful kiss with him. None of them are meaningful. Most of them taste like liquor. He gags at every last one.

Everett lays the sign flat on its face so that the words are no longer showing; he doesn't want to do any more of this. It's making him feel shy, embarrassed, ashamed, humiliated. He doesn't want to share another whiskey laced kiss ever again. As he decides this, he looks up at the young lady, dejectedly.

Quietly, he scrawls his name onto the back of the white-board, coupled with a you? at the end of it, and turns it to face her.