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Brian: butidon'tknowwhyi'msoexcitedaboutbeingadadagain

“I just wanted to warn everyone, from here until May 21st, don’t touch me…I don’t feel like becoming extremely horny because someone poked me”

“Nothing quite like feeling like shite 24/7…” Finn sighed. He just really wanted to be happy for once.

“I love bad bitches. That is all.”

But... I Don't Cry! //Open RP//

Tears. Courfeyrac’s vision went blurry as his eyes filled with water. A tear fell down his face, and he was shocked. Courfeyrac doesn’t cry. Ever. But now, there were tears on his face because of a TV show. As the credits rolled for the last episode of Sherlock, Courfeyrac pulled out his phone and sent a mass text which read: “To all of you who have watched Sherlock to the end, please come console me. To those who haven’t seen it, or haven’t finished it, I strongly advise you never to finish it, or to never begin it.

Lucas glanced at the girl and bit his lip.

“Oh mon dieu…” he muttered under his breath. He’d never wanted to kiss a girl in his life as much as he did now. He cleared his throat. “Uhm…hi.”

M!A : falls in love with first person who talks to you.

“No. Just no.” the brunette muttered and tried to hide away from people. Stupid anon.

“Like the legend of the phoenix… All ends with beginnings… What keeps the planet spinning…The force of love beginning.” He sung quietly, shaking his shoulder to the tune before humming the chorus. “We’re up all night to get lucky.”

Starter #2

“Are you jealous of my guns yet?”

:: OPEN ::

Violet she was sat on the grass trying to decorate the bandaged on her ankle with some daises, and fresh violets so it wouldn’t look as horrible. The Morning experience with the beartrap had made her mood go really really low but once she was able to get the silver off her system, with Storm’s help and some nasty self bites, the wound it self would take at least a week to heal, silver and wolves were never a good mixture. Made her weak and it was quite painful. Though she hated, not only herself but the would too, she wouldn’t show it to anyone. “Would you like a daisy ?” Offered the fourteen year old who had her eyes on a daisy chain she was working on.