Deo Vindice!

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I’ll be working on another RP/ask blog

so

even less attention than usual

but how the fuck does that happen I never even RP with people

except Molls but she’s a freakin’ social butterfly and an amazingly patient person

…

I need to get out more.

And Molls you’re a beautiful person because seriously you deal with my awkward anti-socialness

okay bye

~Mitsuki))

((Social butterfly? Me…? Pfft nah, bro, I’m introverted-antisocially derp. Not social butterfly-lyish. :U

dghhgd But you’re awesomer than meee. Way more awesome. And cool. I just sit and be all wheeeeeetderppp. And you are amazing. o3o))

((If you compare the two of us you’re a social butterfly :,D

but we can both be derpy. TOGETHER. 

No. No I’m not. -paps- you misguided child. you are far more superior to me in the awesomeness scale. 

We tend to say the other’s more awesome frequently don’t we? :U))

I’ll be working on another RP/ask blog

so

even less attention than usual

but how the fuck does that happen I never even RP with people

except Molls but she’s a freakin’ social butterfly and an amazingly patient person

…

I need to get out more.

And Molls you’re a beautiful person because seriously you deal with my awkward anti-socialness

okay bye

~Mitsuki))

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He smirked and gave him a glance out of the corner of his eye, happy to see he was making himself comfortable.

((Adhtyfvfyv thank you ;u; ))

((No problem *hug*))

“What?” wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he gave the other a suspcious look.

((HAS ANYONE TOLD YOU HOW AMAZING YOU ARE???))

“Nothin’. Just the fact that you didn’t even look at the bottle before you drank,” he laughed a little, “You are so lucky that’s water.”

((I’m not sure. xD shggfyouaremoreamazingthough))

“I’m thirsty. I couldn’t give a damn if it was pickle juice.”

“Yes you would. It would make you thirstier actually,” he held back a little snicker.

((fdsagrdjhmvnonoi’mnotdon’tlistentoher))

He rolled his eyes, “Let me refrase that. I wouldn’t care if it was soured milk from a year ago that you kept forgetting to throw away and that I made myself sick by drinking it. As long as I don’t die of thrist, I would be all right.”

“Mhm, I’m sure you’d be saying that if you were sick, too,” He moved over to the vegetables, chopping them up quickly. Well, this was certainly the most useless conversation he’d ever had.

“You have a comeback to everything I say, don’t you?” Jason snorted. To anyone else, he would be threatening to rip their balls off and forcefed it down their throats, but considering the fact this was his best friend he was talking to, he was more so being sarcastic (right back at him) than angered.

“Yup, or at least try to,” He said with slight wave of his hand, “and I’m positive you absolutely love the intellectual challenge of my schizophrenic brain,” Daniel was silently thanking God for having someone he could relate to.

“Sure. At least you’re better to talk to than most people.” Daniel was pretty much the only person Jason could stand to be in the same room with; he was glad he had someone to talk to who wasn’t annoying, someone to relate to.

((I am a horrible person, everyone. REMEMBER THIS.))

“Ditto.” he muttered, reading the final instructions to the recipe. Well, nearly done, “At least we’re not completely alone.”

((NO YOU ARE NOT.))

“True that,” he chuckled to himself.

((YYEESSSSS I AMMMMM))

Daniel gave him a questioning look, as if to say, ‘what the hell does that frikin’  mean?’.

He never really was fully aware of the slang people used now days.

((NOOOO. :I))

He rolled his eyes, “…Agreeing with the fact that we’re not alone?”

“Oh. Oh.” He flushed slightly in embarrassment, “Sorry.”

((YEESSSS. :,I))

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes, a smile playing on the edges of his lips. “What, times too fast for you, old boy?”

((NO))

“No, I just choose not to stay at a constant pace with the times,” He laughed lightly, “Ugh, I am a grandfather aren’t I?”

((YES.))

“More like a great grandfather.” Jason smirked, forcing himself to keep from laughing. ”Or a great greay grandfather.” Nope. It didn’t work…he still ended up laughing.

((NO>:U))

“Oh, rub it in while you can, why don’t you?” He grinned a little, “One day you’re going to be like me, then some kid will say to you the exact same thing and you’ll think, oh, if only I had been nicer to Granddaddy Daniel I wouldn’t have this karma!”

((yeeesssssssssssss))

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Grandpa.”

((NO))

((YYEEESSSSS))

He stuck out his tongue, “Karma, is all I have to say.”

((I’d cut down the post but I can’t for time reasons so yeah :P))

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I want to see how many people are proud of it.

We’re like unicorns

 So proud I’ve kept it in my pants this long

Unicorns are a symbol of virginity
 

I am proud to be a Unicorn

(Source: sleepylikeyeah7)

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He smirked and gave him a glance out of the corner of his eye, happy to see he was making himself comfortable.

((Adhtyfvfyv thank you ;u; ))

((No problem *hug*))

“What?” wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he gave the other a suspcious look.

((HAS ANYONE TOLD YOU HOW AMAZING YOU ARE???))

“Nothin’. Just the fact that you didn’t even look at the bottle before you drank,” he laughed a little, “You are so lucky that’s water.”

((I’m not sure. xD shggfyouaremoreamazingthough))

“I’m thirsty. I couldn’t give a damn if it was pickle juice.”

“Yes you would. It would make you thirstier actually,” he held back a little snicker.

((fdsagrdjhmvnonoi’mnotdon’tlistentoher))

He rolled his eyes, “Let me refrase that. I wouldn’t care if it was soured milk from a year ago that you kept forgetting to throw away and that I made myself sick by drinking it. As long as I don’t die of thrist, I would be all right.”

“Mhm, I’m sure you’d be saying that if you were sick, too,” He moved over to the vegetables, chopping them up quickly. Well, this was certainly the most useless conversation he’d ever had.

“You have a comeback to everything I say, don’t you?” Jason snorted. To anyone else, he would be threatening to rip their balls off and forcefed it down their throats, but considering the fact this was his best friend he was talking to, he was more so being sarcastic (right back at him) than angered.

“Yup, or at least try to,” He said with slight wave of his hand, “and I’m positive you absolutely love the intellectual challenge of my schizophrenic brain,” Daniel was silently thanking God for having someone he could relate to.

“Sure. At least you’re better to talk to than most people.” Daniel was pretty much the only person Jason could stand to be in the same room with; he was glad he had someone to talk to who wasn’t annoying, someone to relate to.

((I am a horrible person, everyone. REMEMBER THIS.))

“Ditto.” he muttered, reading the final instructions to the recipe. Well, nearly done, “At least we’re not completely alone.”

((NO YOU ARE NOT.))

“True that,” he chuckled to himself.

((YYEESSSSS I AMMMMM))

Daniel gave him a questioning look, as if to say, ‘what the hell does that frikin’  mean?’.

He never really was fully aware of the slang people used now days.

((NOOOO. :I))

He rolled his eyes, “…Agreeing with the fact that we’re not alone?”

“Oh. Oh.” He flushed slightly in embarrassment, “Sorry.”

((YEESSSS. :,I))

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes, a smile playing on the edges of his lips. “What, times too fast for you, old boy?”

((NO))

“No, I just choose not to stay at a constant pace with the times,” He laughed lightly, “Ugh, I am a grandfather aren’t I?”

((YES.))

“More like a great grandfather.” Jason smirked, forcing himself to keep from laughing. ”Or a great greay grandfather.” Nope. It didn’t work…he still ended up laughing.

((NO>:U))

“Oh, rub it in while you can, why don’t you?” He grinned a little, “One day you’re going to be like me, then some kid will say to you the exact same thing and you’ll think, oh, if only I had been nicer to Granddaddy Daniel I wouldn’t have this karma!”

((yeeesssssssssssss))

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He smirked and gave him a glance out of the corner of his eye, happy to see he was making himself comfortable.

((Adhtyfvfyv thank you ;u; ))

((No problem *hug*))

“What?” wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he gave the other a suspcious look.

((HAS ANYONE TOLD YOU HOW AMAZING YOU ARE???))

“Nothin’. Just the fact that you didn’t even look at the bottle before you drank,” he laughed a little, “You are so lucky that’s water.”

((I’m not sure. xD shggfyouaremoreamazingthough))

“I’m thirsty. I couldn’t give a damn if it was pickle juice.”

“Yes you would. It would make you thirstier actually,” he held back a little snicker.

((fdsagrdjhmvnonoi’mnotdon’tlistentoher))

He rolled his eyes, “Let me refrase that. I wouldn’t care if it was soured milk from a year ago that you kept forgetting to throw away and that I made myself sick by drinking it. As long as I don’t die of thrist, I would be all right.”

“Mhm, I’m sure you’d be saying that if you were sick, too,” He moved over to the vegetables, chopping them up quickly. Well, this was certainly the most useless conversation he’d ever had.

“You have a comeback to everything I say, don’t you?” Jason snorted. To anyone else, he would be threatening to rip their balls off and forcefed it down their throats, but considering the fact this was his best friend he was talking to, he was more so being sarcastic (right back at him) than angered.

“Yup, or at least try to,” He said with slight wave of his hand, “and I’m positive you absolutely love the intellectual challenge of my schizophrenic brain,” Daniel was silently thanking God for having someone he could relate to.

“Sure. At least you’re better to talk to than most people.” Daniel was pretty much the only person Jason could stand to be in the same room with; he was glad he had someone to talk to who wasn’t annoying, someone to relate to.

((I am a horrible person, everyone. REMEMBER THIS.))

“Ditto.” he muttered, reading the final instructions to the recipe. Well, nearly done, “At least we’re not completely alone.”

((NO YOU ARE NOT.))

“True that,” he chuckled to himself.

((YYEESSSSS I AMMMMM))

Daniel gave him a questioning look, as if to say, ‘what the hell does that frikin’  mean?’.

He never really was fully aware of the slang people used now days.

((NOOOO. :I))

He rolled his eyes, “…Agreeing with the fact that we’re not alone?”

“Oh. Oh.” He flushed slightly in embarrassment, “Sorry.”

((YEESSSS. :,I))

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes, a smile playing on the edges of his lips. “What, times too fast for you, old boy?”

((NO))

“No, I just choose not to stay at a constant pace with the times,” He laughed lightly, “Ugh, I am a grandfather aren’t I?”

((YES.))