Thread Tracker - 11/14/12 - 11:55 pm
I Owe:
- withoutmoral (assbutt tumblr never told me you followed, i am sor)
- dontbetedious (nO)
- i should note that while i was turning on my lamp like three seconds ago i had the best back crack of my life oh my god
- night blogging sry
- johannaof221b (NO SERIOUSLY I HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS CROSS MY HEARTS)
- ofkeysandkings (sorry bro beddy-bye calls <3)
- oh hey that’s it hello mr. extra bullet point
Owe Me:
keep in mind that there aren’t annoying ‘HEY DO THIS SHIT’ posts, this is just a firendly little nugde saying ‘hey i just met you and this is crazy but i like this thread so reply maybe’ and yeah i need to go the fuck to sleep it’s almost midnight
i’ll be on tomorrow after i do my fuCKING ESSAY
okay
thank
wait god damn it i have to tag people i’m not done
Thread Tracker - 11/13/12 - 11:08 pm
I Owe:
Owe Me:
The notes were gorked up when I did this, so if you’re under ‘Owe Me’ and you’ve replied, please send me a fanmail with the link! <3
I’m not sure how much I’ll be on the next few days. I know. I’m da worst. My dad’s home Wed.-Sat. in theory (hopefully he’ll go to the station down here a few evenings ffs), and when I am on I’ll be needing to work on my report for Careers in Education. I’ll try to at least get to the paras, though!
Night guise~ Stay safe and DFTBA.
Thread Tracker - 11/13/12 - 4:03 pm
hyperionholmeswatson:
I Owe:
Owe Me:
I should note that I’m lazy and only went back a few pages in my blog, if I owe you and our thread’s not here, fanmail me! I don’t bite! c:
And now I go to watch an episode of SPN. Message me if you want my Skype!
Thread Tracker - 11/13/12 - 4:03 pm
I Owe:
Owe Me:
I should note that I’m lazy and only went back a few pages in my blog, if I owe you and our thread’s not here, fanmail me! I don’t bite! c:
lucasmarlowe:
“Right, right. I’m forgetful,” he nodded. What had he been busy with? He wouldn’t even know where to start. Flying overseas. Ambushes. Firefights. Roadside bombs and cars flipping. Broken bones and cries of pain. Cuts and bruises and bullets and the smell of gunsmoke. “Not much,” he shrugged. “How about yourself?”
She grinned. She knew that ‘not much’ was more than likely not the most accurate depiction of what he’d been doing, but she didn’t push it. “Classes, mostly. Uni’s the worst.” She shrugged. “Well, maybe not the worst, but it’s horrible sometimes.”
(Source: hyperionholmeswatson)
lucasmarlowe:
“I’m 35, Hy— Peri.”
“I’m 19. That would’ve made you 16.”
lucasmarlowe:
“If it isn’t Ms. Hyperion. It’s good to see you again, my dear. You’re correct. I’ve been a bit busy with some things, I suppose.”
“You know, I know I’ve told you a million times to call me Peri.” She smiled. “It’s good to see you too, though. What’ve you been busy with?”
(Source: hyperionholmeswatson)
lucasmarlowe started following you
“Hey, Lucas. Long time, no see.”
