Do you like the Ramones?

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   ”Oh— I’d like to punish you, believe me. Even if it wasn’t you that trashed the place.” Beat that stupid look right off his stupid face. “But this is different. If it was you, then fine, I’ll let it go. If it wasn’t— then I have a different problem to deal with.”

"You and what army, Angel? Or are you planning to brood me to death?" Spike knew he was goading Angel on, but he couldn't find it in him to care as he let himself fall in the big guy's leather chair. If anything, this could be fun. "In that case...No, wasn't me." He actually looked thrilled about it as he smiled up at the other vampire. "Don't know a thing. Didn't see a bloody thing either." 

-kisses face- Silly bean, you are beyond awesome and perfect. That’s why I put up with you and will continue to do so until the day my fingers fall off and I can’t type anymore so I gotta quit rp’ing, but then you’ll probably get calls from me daily over Skype to phone-rp or something. I love you.

If your fingers fall off we can skype call and I’ll do the typing for you <33 ilu2

Sounds like a plan, darling! X3 I knew I could count on your for anything. 

thewrathisallover said: Sure, if you suck I’m a downright catastrophe…

screech - what you are is absolutely amazing! I don’t know why you put up with me sdlkfj but I’m happy you do <3

-kisses face- Silly bean, you are beyond awesome and perfect. That's why I put up with you and will continue to do so until the day my fingers fall off and I can't type anymore so I gotta quit rp'ing, but then you'll probably get calls from me daily over Skype to phone-rp or something. I love you.

            “Boundaries? As if you have any— I have one question for you, Spike, and you damn well better answer truthfully. Were you in my office?”

          “As many as you, mate. And you're not the boss of me, Angel. I don't have to bark just 'cause you say so like some good little doggie --Why, are you going to punish me if I say yes?”

An abandoned mansion sits in the middle of the woods on the outskirts of a quiet town. For years, townspeople have told stories about the dilapidated house and the wealthy family who perished within its walls. Some say the family was murdered by possessive spirits who refused to have their land occupied by those without proper claim to it. Others say that a series of freak accidents claimed the family members one by one. A grisly fall down the stairs, a surprise electrocution in the bathtub, an unfortunate slip into the furnace.  No one knows for sure what really happened in that house, nearly 50 years ago; no one has entered the mansion since it was first condemned and all residents of the town know better than to go that far in those woods. So it sits there, waiting, until Muse A moves into town. When Muse A overhears the ghost stories associated with the mansion, he/she doesn’t buy a word of it. Ghosts and evil spirits are a hoax, he/she thinks. Muse B knows there’s something residing in that house, whether Muse A believes it or not. He/She’s lived in that town since he/she was born and creepy things happen when someone even sets foot near the property. Cocky and itching to prove Muse B wrong, Muse A challenges them to visit the mansion with him/her. If they spend one whole day and night in the mansion and nothing happens to them, Muse B has to admit that the superstitions are stupid. Muse B reluctantly agrees.