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4 yrs ago
Current deconstructions are fake lol
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5 yrs ago
"return of the mack, you know that i'll be back." in his bed, joe biden lurches awake, wild-eyed. many a year he has watched, waited for the mack's return. hes as ready as he will ever be. he t-poses
5 yrs ago
Today Show 9-11-01 ~ Live on NBC as Tragedy Occurred [s l o w e d + r e v e r b]
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5 yrs ago
40 hours into the mass effect remaster. gameplay is good but not sold on the plot changes. wish garrus would stop saying "reaper? i hardly know her!" laugh track on the normandy is a weird choice too
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5 yrs ago
fine, since you asked so nicely officer, i will confess my crimes. since i was seven years old i have refused to match any socks in my sock drawer. i practice sock hookup culture. i am a slut
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<Snipped quote by Kaithas>

Unlike Hari, I love you for this.

This is wonderful, like watching a train wreck in slow-motion.

WAKE ME UP, CAN'T WAKE UP


It sounds like someone just thawed out Rick James like the fucking Encino Man and gave him a Post-It note full of lyrics to read. It's majestic.
i want to have napoli's pun-making golden babies
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Guess which loveable rogues shanghaied me into this. Fair warning to those who don't know me: I have never watched a mecha anime in my life.



i started with gundam seed, you can't go wrong with it
"It's alright. I prefer when the world is windy. One time I broke out of home during a typhoon...it blew my mind."

Kimiko had popped open her case of Bubble Tape and was currently rolling the gum back and forth, causing a strip to jut to and fro in Daisuke's direction like the tongue of a serpent. Her legs kicked out, feet bracing against DRU for support as she got herself comfy and rested her scruffy head of hair against the hard side of the van.

There was an odd smell in the air. It smelled like...

Temptation. A little sweet. A little salty. Temptation.

Her eyes drifted over to Hitomi.

It's coming from you.

She reached over into the girl's lap shamelessly.

And pulled back two of the cinnamon sticks she had just plopped down for the guitar player, leaving only two remaining for Hitomi herself.

"I'll loan you some of my fries when we get there." A casual shrug accompanied her first lustful bite of food.

Loan, of course, meaning she expected to be paid back in due course for those as well. She didn't mind putting some food in Fukushima-chan's stomach, but she would need food of her own if she was ever going to grow up and be a bombshell like Bekah-sama or Dana-sama. And french fries, contrary to the opinions of dirty "health" "professionals" who sought to "warn" her of the "perils" of enjoying her favorite after-school meal, were totally a food.

May as well ask an Israelite to scorn manna from heaven.

"Pinky promise," said the hungry girl solemnly, taking a second bite of the dessert treat.
Oh it's fucking lit

Friday night ain't over yet.

@Krayzikk @NarayanK


Lauren couldn't believe her eyes when the members of Bastille each stopped at the ATM. These big business dudes were quick as cobras when it came to paying off people who did them favors. It wasn't exactly the kind of payday she'd make by selling some white dude a sports car the week before his daughter's sweet sixteen, but hey - this meant she had less to blow within the space of a week or two. Consider not having to pay for her own food or housing, and the paid monster killer gig was a life she could get used to.

Speaking of housing, nothing like being in an amalgamation of all her worst nightmares - a haunted workplace with an all-male hiring quota - to make her long for the simple comforts of BASL's dorm room. So it was Lauren, lugging nearly all of her clothes under one arm, who kicked open the door to their room - and it was Lauren who hit her bed first, throwing a few fifty lien notes into the air and letting them rain down on her with a lewd noise.

"Hey, Amy! Is this what it feels like when your shifts are over?" Lauren sighed contentedly as the rain of bills washed over her again, and seemed for a second to be relaxing after the stressful events of the day...before she sat bolt upright again, scooping up the money in both hands as she did.

"How should we spend it?"

"Lauren, I'm not spending anything tonight. We just got home. Save it for the weekend and we'll talk about-"

"C'moooooooon! I'm not asking you to go out and party with it! We can do white people things with our paychecks, too!"

In one careless move, Lauren had turned her back to her team and cast off her sports bra, reaching under the bed to grab a clean black v-neck from her suitcase and fling it on. After another couple brief seconds, she straightened herself out and turned to face Ben - wearing a mischievous smile and an extraordinarily thick pair of rectangular glasses. Lauren's voice was husky and staccato, in what looked like her best college try at impersonating a math nerd.

"Don't you want to talk about diversifying our portfolios, Captain?" she asked, wrinkling her nose and putting on a shit eating grin. "Roth IRAs get me so hot..."

"Lauren, whose glasses are those?" Ben looked uncomfortable.

"Don't worry about it. We can talk about that after we've discussed this month's gold market." Lauren pushed the glasses up on her nose and chortled, even throwing in a faint goofy snort for good measure. It was clear that she had never actually seen a math nerd in person, but it didn't seem to be stopping her. "You seem like a well-to-do young man. I wouldn't mind showing you my veblen goods--"

"Okay. Okay," Ben said emphatically, trying to be heard over Amy's laughs. "We'll party. For a little while."

Lauren's face split into a beam, and she hung the glasses from the neck of her shirt, knowing that her team leader had no choice but to look.

"Sick nasty! Meetcha at the courtyard in ten, Cap! You're paaaaaayiiiiiiiiing!"

Though it seemed like she was going to sprint out without another word, Lauren skidded to a halt at the door and turned to face her other two teammates. Her eyes found Sangue.

"Sangue...I'd ask you to come, but I don't want my bad habits rubbing off on you and getting you all wasted, sweetie," she said. "Soooo, Cap and I will be back in no time! You babysit Amy, okay? And I'll bring you back some food - anything you're hungry for!"
So does that make our team the only one who's still not completed their mission? Is there anyone else who's been working on a collab or been posting in the IC that I've missed?


KNVS
To the participants in the remaining mission still ongoing: my recent post isn't forcing you to rush along or moving things ahead; it is merely to set the stage for future events and give those finished with their missions something else to think about.

I hope that my plan appeals to everyone!


We're still going to be able to RP out Saturday and Sunday, right?
it reminds me of this old cartoon i watched once as a kid xD


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