-TERRITORIALPISSINGS
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we’re divorced now never got to formally do that so yeah , also aidan says thanks for ghosting us :)
angryretrievers
angryretrievers
cb bc I’m alive now
theyreairshoes
/ giggles
al — don't, don't go down there alone. let me go with you.
scaleqrc
could you ..possibly toss that back ?
angryretrievers
@ballstruck | ???? | ' ..hmmm.. , nah — , I kinda like it , so dont expect to get it back .
theyreairshoes
‘ can you shut up, at all? ’ he asked, looking at the other with intense brows pointed downward. he gripped at his pop can as the other wouldn't shut up about something. thinking, he tossed it.
/ before they date because I said so
angryretrievers
ɪᴅ : @bashedbttle [ elliot <3 ] the golden haired male went on and on about how he had gotten beaten in street fighter . he slightly furrowed his brows when the other spoke he scoffed as the can landed at his feet . ' whatever — , jesus and do you have to be so damn trashy [ ??? ] ' the male asked with a slightly rude tone .
angryretrievers
angryretrievers
cb + specify
angryretrievers
GUYSSSS @retrievingpaper
angryretrievers
cb & specify cause he’s my fave
HRRTSS
regarding trauma, mike had little. he was always the bystander, watching as other's suffered. always the guy who was involved with someone with much worse of a life than his. if you'd ask about his life, he'd be honest and say something about dealing with crazy upside down monsters and a best friend who was possessed .. . multiple times. or something about a girl who he found in the woods - figuring out later that she had "the force." but / never / would talk about himself on a personal level because ... what did he have to say?
he screamed out for anyone to help - running aimlessly through multiple places he had been before but this time - these places were wet and cold. dense. not welcoming to anyone. passing by in these zones, zombie versions of his friends - as mike would describe them - stood by, pointing. calling his name. " mike . mike . MIKE - " but what did he do. why were they speaking to him. what the hell was happening. and yet, he continued to run. not stopping to ask. not stopping to take a breath.
on the outside of "vecna's world," deep amber eyes were rolled back. mike's sitting stance completely numb. he was just fine a moment ago ...
but every second, things can change so quickly.
HRRTSS
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, i apologize for how late i've responded
panting, begging, screaming for anyone to help him soon came to an abrupt pause when he felt wet talons grab onto his ankles. he smacked face first into the coarse dirt and was dragged from behind. he reached for branches - anything to stop himself from being dragged further. he stabbed his fingers into the dead grass, holding onto a chunk of it, yelling hoarsly as he pulled himself away from the talons. but that didn't work, they held on tighter and yanked him away.
" SHIT ... / shit ! / "
angryretrievers
@thehearttt the male was panting heavily by the time he was to the car , digging through the car he sighed happily as he finally had the Walkman in his grasp , but soon he was back to running , legs aching with pain as he ran up the hill , it was like the run was longer than it was before , like Vecna had been teasing him with the distance he had to run . his lungs get like they were shrinking in his body like they were being squeezed of all the oxygen they had been carrying , could Mike already be dead , was alden too late ? tears now flowed down his face endlessly as he was attempting to catch his breath through the tears . he cried out as he slammed the door open , he felt like he was going to die from lack of air . he grabbed a tape and popped in some Bon Jovi , just hoping , PRAYING it would help .
HRRTSS
// and it's quite alright !!! i came back to check and noticed that you didn't @ me !! i gotcha !