Drunk Memories (Jean X Reader)"Should we really be doing this?" You asked, following the two-toned haired boy down the dark hallway, the only thing keeping you from not stumbling into him a small lantern he held high above his head.More Like This
"Calm down (f/n), it's not like he'll notice." He responded, keeping his head faced forward. He stopped at a corner, and held his arm out in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. He peered around, waiting a moment before continuing down the next hall.
"How do you know?" You continued in a whisper.
"Let's just say I've been down there before, and I know which ones he pays attention to and which ones he doesn't." He mumbled. You could almost hear the smirk in his voice. He stopped in front of a door and looked at you expectantly. You sighed and pulled a hairpin from your (h/c) hair, handing it to him. He picked the lock quickly, as if he'd learned and practiced it, and opened it slowly, making sure it didn't creak. He stood to the side and waved an arm in, signaling for you to enter
Drunk for the first timeWell, survived the leap into the new year, among my D&D friends and their friends. Good company, good food, fun games and good times was had.More Like This
I finally managed to drink enough booze to at least get tipsy and get a bit of an idea what it's all about. My friends were a much appreciated support and explained it's normal for first timers to just sit and bawl and cry and ramble and needing hugs while not wanting hugs.
Won't say it has scared me off completely from trying again, but I'm in no hurry to see if the second time truly will go better. Although the dizziness was a rather fun feeling. I got through this without any hangover, which I appreciate.
Well, a new experience richer as I step into the new year *Looks around* Looks the exact same as the old. Huh.
Got half a year left on Tech College, gotta be looking for a proper trainee job after that. Entering another tough month where I need to focus on commissions. My vacation from that is over and I really need to pull myself togethe
Internet FriendsInternet friends are fake, unreal, untrustworthy.More Like This
Parents say , “Don't give your information
to someone who may do something dirty!
They're liars, evil and rapist in waiting.
Their compliments and gifts
are just another form of baiting.”
I'd like to think that we judge without
getting to know,
what happens on the other side of the mouse.
Internet friends are there when we're alone,
till 2 a.m on weeknights,
chatting with us until the pain is gone.
They're always there to confide,
when we're sometimes
on the verge of suicide.
Pulling us through our depression,
begging us not to relapse,
not to succumb to our regressions.
“Get help, not attention,” they'll tap in chat,
as a response of a picture,
that'll show our wrists all hatched.
Sometimes it's the little things they do for us,
like sending “You're amazing” “You're beautiful”,
“You're so full of love.”
They encourage us at times when our “friends” don't,
Oh we're doing THIS again XD?[link]More Like This
so my robot overlord friend of madness, :iconunstablereactor:, tagged me to do this weird journal thing. It's like some deranged version of a Q&A...that's a good thing
1. You must post the rules.
2. Each person must say 5 things about themselves in their journal. (Now I gotta confess my sins. Byotiful)
3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and create five new questions for the people you tag to answer.
4. You have to choose 10 people to tag and post their icons on your journal. (Or just as many as I can think of)
5. Go to their page and tell them you have tagged them. (The mention feedback function can do that for me, I DON'T HAVE TO DO SCRAP!)
6. No tag backs. (DAMN IT! I WANTED TO PUT A TAG ON BACKS!...oh wait...)
7. No stuff in the tagging section about "You're tagged if you're reading this". You legitimately have to tag 10 people.
THEM FACTS SON!!!