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siapsymud replied to your post âAre we giving you nicknames now?â
Samuel vc: oNLY I HAVE PERMISSION TO CALL HIM WHORY TORY, I CALLED DIBS, COPYRIGHTED IT.

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Peterâs head was absolutely throbbing, he usually wasnât a heavy drinker or really any kind of drinker at all. He preferred to stay away from alcohol as a whole in case an emergency ever came up, heâd have a clearer mind. But last night heâd been out with MJ and Harry and well- well, one night could never hurt anybody, right? He blinked his eyes open, seeing Harry next to him on the bed and reaching out to poke him. âHar--- Harry are you alive?â Against all the complaints from his body Peter sat up, pushing himself out of bed and rubbing at his eyes.
Thatâs when he first noticed something was off, when he bumped himself too hard with his hand and it hurt. Eyes squint as he scanned both of his hands closely, finding a ring on one of them. Weird, definitely weird, he didnât own any rings and he didnât recall going jewelry shopping at all last night. Trying not to think too much of it he got out of bed, wandering to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee and get a glass of water. Maybe he could persuade Harry into ordering some McDonalds to be delivered or something once he woke up, he had absolutely no desire to cook or go anywhere.
Peter sat down at the table, sipping away at a glass of water while he waited for the coffee to finish brewing. He picked up a paper on the table, reading Marriage Liscence at the top. Had May stopped by with papers? But then why would she bring hers along, Ben had been dead for a while and thhe doubted there was much she could need this for. But as he read the document he nearly fell out of his chair, rushing back to his bedroom and right back to his sleeping husband friend. âHarry- Harry wake up! HAROLD!â
Harry was not unaccustomed to drinking. A lot. It had started as a sort of absurd hope that if he did something âwrongâ his father would pay attention--underaged drinking had seemed, at the time, like the right âpay attention to meâ neon sign. But it hadnât done any good. Over the years, and through many, many parties, Harry had come to like who he was when he was drunk: more confident, less apt to overthink. Sober, he start to remember how behind he was on all his college courses (heâd never been as smart as Peter, never quite so good at juggling it all) and that he hadnât had a real relationship in years, that his one night stands were starting to lose their charm. But he had never, in his long career as a heavy partier, drank so much he didnât remember a second of the night before.Â
He knew heâd gone out with Peter and MJ, knew thereâd been shots, dancing, and then everything went blank.Â
Waking up that morning felt like heâd been fitted with a bowling ball for a head. He groaned, grabbing hold of Peterâs pillow the moment the other slipped from the bed, and folded it over his ears, trying to block out all light and sound. But it wasnât enough. He didnât hear Peter moving around the kitchen, didnât hear the coffee brewing--though he soon smelt it--but he did hear his friend screaming his name. âWhat, Peter? What? Why are you yelling?â he yelled back. He hadnât opened his eyes. If he had it his way, he wouldnât open his eyes--or get out of this bed--ever again.Â
[text: katie b.] <.< who was it [text: katie b.] Was it Fred? Because we can totally kick his ass if it was
[ sms ; ollie ] ; ....ollie? [ sms ; ollie ] ; bloody hell. um. [ sms ; ollie ] ; that was ... that was supposed to go to suse. [ sms ; ollie ] ; iâm not at liberty to reveal that information at this current time. yeah.
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@siapsymudâ and me called out by @holmesdepotâ
@siapsymudâ asked: âł "WHY ARE YOU SUCH A PUNK?" -from Bill to Harry
â zero ? â was this a genuine question ? â ... am i a punk ? if i am, i suppose itâs because the adults donât listen, so i have to intervene myself. â

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@siapsymudâ put a ring on it
âSorry to disappoint all my adoring fans, but Dick Grayson? Well, heâs engaged now, folks. No longer single and ready to mingle!!âÂ
closed starter  |  @siapsymudâ for luke !
SHE WOULDNâT BE GOOD AT THIS,   at her job,  her life,  if she werenât naturally observant.  they all have their skills  -  their unique selling points,  so to speak.  sheâs good at going unnoticed,  shifting up to sit on the edge of her colleagueâs desk with a vibrant little smile.  â penny for your thoughts? â  she knows distraction when she sees it,  stealing his pen to fiddle with it aimlessly,  swirling it between her fingers as if conducting her own personal symphony.Â
thereâs no need to be a profiler to know something isnât right,  but that doesnât mean she needs to approach it with only doom and gloom.   â youâve been staring at the same spot for five minutes,  twelve seconds.  and I really do doubt thereâs anything there worth that amount of trouble.  â
         â... boys.â @proditeur @siapsymud