#spitaught

honesty mun meme .

y’know this site is never going to be all rainbows and unicorns . people can’t all be positive all the time , we make mistakes sometimes . we can’t all get along constantly , that’s just not how it works . so i’m not gonna be like ‘ i wish we could all be friends and blah blah blah ’ . but one thing i do want , and that i think is achievable , is more private conversations . 

@ridingwheeler​ lucas is going to 1) steal mike's girl and 2) tell everyone that mike has cooties

ship with my , cowards .

❤ - romantic relationship

mask,   noun:   a covering for your face.   his mask;   HE HAD TWO.    one he brought with him always,   the other likewise.    one is latex,   the other is the skin stretched across his head.    one is a false face,   the other is his face.    expressionless eyes carve holes into the man lying at his knees  &   as does his knife.    it breaches bruised skin  &  summons the too familiar,   coppery scent of blood as the knuckles of his left hand,   previously white from tension,   are painted red.    this is when he feels alive          when the unrelenting heaving of his chest  &  the heat of his breath stands in bare contrast to the stillness of a lifeless body being slowly depleted of its prior warmth.    this is when he is interrupted.

he abandons the streak of light curving through the window,   sourced from the street outside.    the darkness allows him to rise unseen  &  the stillness gathered from the corpse allows him to move unheard.     he observes the interrupter.    a boy.    a nuisance,   not a threat.    as he glides through the house towards the backdoor he knocks a glass off the kitchen counter.    he will leave the child alone,   but part of him hopes the boy will decide to investigate,   inevitably finding the ruined body on the floor.    his face remains inert,   but the mask underneath twitches the edges of its lips upward while its wearer remains oblivious.

“ hey — ” roxie calls out . she takes a moment to look up from the rows of vinyl she’s absent - mindedly flipping through .          “ aren’t you one of those brats who rides around town on bikes ? ” her voice is a little bit too threatening , and it raises more as she nears the end of her sentence .         “ listen , if i had a dollar for every time i almost hit you while driving home , i’d have a whole lot of dollars . ”