#timesteer

         ❛     YOU ARE SO NOT FUNNY.    ❜    a stink-eye, nose scrunched up in distaste.   her arms are crossed, forehead wrinkled.   she’s not laughing, not at all.    ❛     gag me, i might as well carry around a barf bag whenever we hang out.    ❜

"𝐎𝐎𝐇, 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄," hand raises to clutch at his chest, playing as though he’s wounded by Marty’s words. The sarcasm is more than clear. “Really, McFly, I’m not sure how I’ll EVER recover from that one.” 

OUT.     this ask was sent like…     last week.     i’m so late to reply but,     thank you,     angel!     hearing you say you hear his voice in my writing makes me feel warm ahh.

              filthy,   sarcoline   digits   kiss   the   hood   of   delorean   with   newfound    curiosity,   almost   awaiting   something   spectacular   from   it   which   never   came.     stoic   under   illuminating   streetlights,   nothing   but   a   persisting   pur,   sputtering   engine   tickling   the   pad   of   his   thumb.     NEEDLESS   TO   SAY,   teddy   was   underwhelmed   with   the   ordeal.            ❝       what’s   so   special   about   it   ?    looks   like   nothin’   but   a   hunk   a’   junk   to   me.       ❞