#bakshiis

[legbite]

@bakshiis ... plotted

i should have realized that the person running down the hall was coming right for my room. i could hear it, but it wasn't like people didn't move quickly around hospitals. when the door slams open, it manages to catch me off guard, and if not for the fact that i might pull my stitches (again), i'd jump. but i've been here before, done this routine. really didn't want the nurses yelling at me again.

"jesus." not who answered the door, but instead, it's brad. my heart slows back down, and i take a deep breath. "you scared me."

[dumbthink]

@bakshiis ... liked here.

"if you hug me hard enough, i actually make a squeaky toy sound."

[coastercrushed]

"please do not play with rusty nails, mapplethorpe. tetanus shot or not." ( listen dad had to say something i- )

the blonde will roll his eyes, a heavy sigh leaving him. "listen, bossman. i don't know why you decided to be such a buzzkill." he'll cross his arms tightly against his chest, blowing a stray curl from his forehead. "america is a fuckin' nightmare!"

[moonreflected]

☾ MYTHIC QUEST SENTENCES. ☽

➥ STATUS: ACCEPTING.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ @bakshiis said: why are you so boring?

brow furrows as if she's truly considering an answer to the question posed, but that's not it at all - no, poppy's very intensely attempting to discern whether the question is genuine or not. if it is genuine, is it rhetorical? is she meant to answer?

she comes up with zero answers to her own questions, and therefore no answer to brad's question comes to her, either ☾ and if it had, she wouldn't know what to do with it, due to the lack of answers to her own silent questions ☽.

"why are you so... tall?" she counters in a moment of peak panic and utter desperation to say something so as to not simply stand there.

[tartt9]

"Look, mate, I really don't know what you're goin' on about. Y'had me at the start, there, but after about a minute, y'totally lost me."

@bakshiis // sc !

[hidefire2]

@bakshiis ... liked here. give up baby go. peach pit.

"i waited. you called. then you never made it."

[jadebone]

          "     we should be good people,     "     everyone laugh  !  he's making a joke.  there's nothing good about anyone who steps foot inside the skyscraper his grandda owns,  and everything that one of the kauls sets their sights on dies.  not his fucking problem,  if he had any say in it.  hilo grins,  all sharp teeth dripping bitter sarcasm.     "     wouldn't it be nice to wake up in the morning and not feel like a fuckin' piece of shit  ?     "

               FOR BRADBAKSHI  @bakshiis  ,  FROM  HILO     !

[ripgray-moved]

@bakshiis sacrificed: “Debates are stupid. Why would I want to sit down and argue with someone blatantly dumber than me?” ( this one just gave me such brad energy i had to )

            "uh... i dunno, to prove your stance, i guess?"

           it's a case of integrity, or whatever. as someone who has less backbone than a kfc boneless bucket, i'm not about to make arguments in defence of proving yourself.

           what's funny is that i used to be on the debate squad. apparently i was good at it, but i think that was more just code for 'you don't start screaming when you lose while the others do.' than anything. i stopped doing it because of my apathy, actually. i may have been wiping the floor with the other team, and my mask may have been absolutely fucking impenetrable, but it made me feel absolutely nothing to do it. in all the time i was in that dumb club, i think i felt genuinely impassioned by a topic a total of twice.

            "i thought that kinda thing might be funny to you. i mean, you seem to enjoy getting under people's skin. if you really think your opposition's dumb then it shouldn't be too difficult for you to think circles around them. maybe they're not as 'stupid' as you're saying they are."

[legbite]

i wish to be entertained. ( yeah ..... )

@bakshiis

i taps at the notebook sitting in front of me, which is full of notes from the brainstorming session i had just been a part of. as a writer, i really hadn’t done much aside from take notes, that i was supposed to turn into something coherent later. considering half of them were just the names of werewolf related media, i had quite a bit of research to do before that was possible.

“are you gonna throw me a ball, or something?” it was impossible not to notice brad in the room, even if everyone had spent the whole meeting pretending not to. for a janitor, everyone seemed to be kind of afraid of the guy. “because i’ve never been very good at fetch, sadly.”

[dumbthink]

@bakshiis ... continued.

they hadn't been planning on eggs. really, the plan had just been to grab whatever they possibly could and start to throw it. it was just so perfect when they laid eyes on the full carton, it felt like destiny. so they had taken them, and gone out, and started on their rampage. really, they would've thought he noticed a lot sooner.

"well, you stood me up. took me back out. then kicked me out. so i think this is justified." there is a satisfying crack as they throw another, right in the middle of the windshield. "plus, owning a tesla makes you look like a bit of a dickhead. so i'm kind of helping you out."

[selfmadesaviour]

always sunny starters:

accepting / not accepting @bakshiis as brad bakshi said "should we just attack him and take it?"

the suggestion brings a smile (an evil grin, really) to her face. soft cheeks are pushed upward, eyes narrow and darken further beneath brows that furrow in focus. "hell yeah."

david, the poor unsuspecting bastard, is holding a sleeve of oreos -- an item jo has been unable to tear her eyes away from since the moment david's disgusting fingers lifted it from the bag before him. he's speaking, something about working toward a goal and waiting for the relief of gratification, but she isn't listening.

[beginagaiin]

"The news reporters reported that I died."

@bakshiis - lyric starter

[butnobodyhome]

hes kind of funny but not like funny ya know. also he's kind on .... occasion ajshfksbda

Just let her sleep in your bed Brad

[hidefire2]

❝  you don’t have to tell me how you got it.  i just wanted to see.  ❞ (:

@bakshiis

rain has never been ashamed of her scars, and often doesn’t go out of her way to hide them. the only reason there is any hesitation is because of the way that brad is looking at her right now. there is something analytical about it all, and while that might just be the way that he looks at everything, it feels reminiscent of a time she doesn’t look back on fondly.

she eventually pulls her sleeve up, exposing a part of her arm where the tones don’t exactly match. there are smaller burn scars scattered around skin, and with some of them, spots where skin had to be replaced. from far away, it’s a little harder to see.

“what uh, y’gonna tell me you know a rich as fuck doctor who could’ve done a better job. or who can cover it up? not interested.”

[seabiscuit]

" Wow. Rude. What's worse is your directions. You said ' don't pinch. ' Not, ' Don't touch at all. ' I'd never hire you, and I know that makes you like, really sad. "

my hand moves up, swatting her hand away. "somehow, that's worse."

[legbite]

💋 + kiss on their temple (:

@bakshiis ... kiss austin

everything had calmed down a bit. austin had been able to convince everyone at work that he wasn't going to keel over and die, and that he could handle being at home alone. still, brad insisted on checking in. while he always talked about how stubborn david was about this stuff, did he realize he was the same? it was endearing, though, and austin didn't complain.

and no, he definitely didn't complain about the way that brad treats him when austin is falling asleep on the couch. he gets a warm blanket over his body, and maybe because brad thinks he is already asleep, feels a little kiss against his temple.

(maybe he should ask brad to check in a little more often, if it was going to be like this.)