Don’t worry everyone, I’m sad too.

I spent ages making that main look beautiful.

(Source: lilyroseallens)

• Mr. Blue Sky

Wingman @Dani

It wasn’t often that Annie got hit up for relationship advice, but when she did her number one recommendation was to not bother with relationships at all. Which is exactly what she told Dani when she texted Annie about a miscommunication with Lip. The way Dani described it, Lip was too big of a pussy to outright ask if she had feelings for him, and Dani was to oblivious to realize what was going on. Annie told her this, and also recommended that she not bother with any of that bullshit in the first place. Dani was taking her advice so Annie invited her to go with her to the party she was heading to that night. It was down town in a sort of sketchy area, a weird crowd. But in Annie’s opinion the weirdos had the most fun. She was looking for a lay and there was no better place to find one.

First she had to get new laces for her boots. Third time, now, and there would probably be a fourth by next week. The dogs were relentless. Annie took the puppies with her to the store down the block, and changed the laces right there in the store. She took them for a walk around the block to have a wee before going back to the house. Annie unclipped the pups from the leash and watched them run off down the hall, their nails scraping against the stone floor of the foyer and still against the hard wood of the kitchen. Annie snorted as Reefer let out a weak bark at Bruce, shaking her head as she hug her jacket on the coat hook. “Dani?” She called, going into the kitchen and retrieving the bottle of Jack from the freezer. She glanced around, not seeing Dani anywhere downstairs. She ascended the stairs, taking a swig from the cold bottle and wiping her lips on her sleeve. The alcohol barely burned, it was just cold enough. She made her way down the hallway, turning right at the end and knocking on the door, which was open a crack. The door pushed open and she saw Dani getting ready. Annie leaned against she door frame, holding out the bottle as an offering. “Oi, how’s it?” She asked, cocking a brow. 

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Accurate depiction of Bruce and the reason I had to get rid of my favorite Chucks.

(Source: hipstertheatrepictures)

Nessa foto, eu estava pensando “Eu realmente preciso fazer xixi”.
Yeah
Essa é minha cara de “Eu preciso fazer xixi”

OOC: Reblog because oh my god I fucking love him.

Drinks @Lip

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Lip had gotten his ass kicked by his ex girlfriend and then gotten his heart kicked by Dani in the same day. It was awesome and he was over it. A day or two had passed and he’d yet to talk to Dani but he got sick of not doing anything and waiting around. They were just fuck buddies again so what else was he supposed to do. The first night, he brought Karen over to fix his sorrows and the second night, he asked Poppy to come by. He felt lonely, moreso than ever and it wasn’t something that he was used to nor wanted to become used to. He wanted Dani, plain and simple, but he couldn’t have her and there wasn’t anything he could do about that. It just seemed like she didn’t want a relationship and maybe the truth was that neither of them were even at the point where they were ready for a relationship. There’s just no point in caring about other people because nothing ever worked out and it wasn’t something he could change, he didn’t want to change Dani either, he liked her the way she was. He’d been online and a girl named Annie, who he knew to be Dani’s flat mate, messaged him about getting drinks together at Fishponds. He agreed because he needed something to get his mind off of Dani.

Hopping off of his bunk bed, he heard his brother Ian sighing loudly while he put on a shirt. A cigarette was dangling out of the corner of his lips as he buttoned his shirt up.“You can’t just go out every night to drink and fuck girls and think you’ll forget about what happened.” Ian said as he tapped his pencil against his paper. Lip laughed softly and then removed the cigarette from his lips, “She was never mine, we fucked, that’s it.” He said as he looked over at his brother and then grabbed his wallet, ensuring there was enough money inside for some beers and shots. “I saw how much you cared about her so don’t play it off like it wasn’t anything.” “But it wasn’t, that’s the thing.” He said while inhaling the smoke, and stealing several spliffs that Mandy, Ian’s best friend, had dropped off for Lip to sell earlier that morning. “I’m done with the conversation. I may or may not be home later.” He said as he left the flat, passing his sister who was looking at the mail.

He walked to the pub, in the worst mood he’d been in a long time. He was always an optimistic guy so it was hard for him to be this way but it wasn’t something he had control over. He walked into the pub, cigarette between his lips as he sat down at the bar. Kieth was behind it and had already poured him a pint. Lip had been in the pub all week long, just drinking the days away until it was closing time.“Pint over here, thanks.” Turning his head, he saw Annie sitting on the stool beside himself. She wasn’t ugly, she was actually a really attractive woman. But she wasn’t Dani. He brought the glass to his lips and took a long drink before setting it back down on the bar.“Wha’s up, slugger?” She nudged him as he spoke and he shrugged slowly, grabbing a tooth pick from behind the bar. “Just trying to get monumentally fucked up so I can get on with my life.” He said while placing the tooth pick between his tooth and grinning at her and then looking back down at his pint. “And yourself, love?” He hadn’t spoken to Annie more than a few times but she was a pleasure during each occurrence.

Annie raised a brow and leaned in to take a swig when he said he needed to get fucked up and move on with his life. Oh yeah, definitely got girl troubles. Annie hoped she could avoid getting on the subject because she wasn’t a therapist and she was there to get drunk, just like him. Plus, Dani was her flatmate and she felt like it was probably not right to be gossiping about her with this kid. Ever since the thing with Xavior Annie had been actively trying to make sure that she didn’t fuck with their friendship. The whole being flatmates thing, made things awkward when Annie fucked Dani’s dude. But they’d seemed to move on from that, so Annie was hoping to keep things mellow. She didn’t normally try to do anything, she didn’t usually give a fuck about other people’s feelings. But she didn’t have a lot of friends, and Dani was one person who Annie noticed it was really not that hard to get along with. Which was surprising, for Annie. And she also paid half of the bills. She shrugged when he returned her question. “Been tryin’ to train the puppies. A right menace, puppies are.” She said, shaking her head and thinking of the dogs at home. They really did know how to get into trouble. “I gave up and decided to get drunk.” She told him, shrugging. She didn’t normally go to the pub with other people, so this was a little weird for her. Usually she drank at home with Dani or alone at Fishponds. Occasionally Cook kept her company but only because he worked there. Glancing at Lip, she held her hand up toward Keith. “Four shots of tequila right here, there, Keith.” She said, with a smirk. “We might as well get started then, shouldn’t we?” She said, and picked up her pint, taking a moment to chug the entire thing. She slammed the empty pint back down on the counter and wiped her mouth on the back of her sleeve, pointing at the glass for a refill as the shots were placed in front of them. “Cheers.” She said, picking one up and holding it out to clink their glasses, before promptly slugging it back.

(Source: burnittotheground-annie)

Text@Annie

• Dani: I'm going to take your advice.
• Annie: Wise choice. I'm going to a party downtown tonight, want to be my wingman?
• Dani: I'd like that very much so miss Annie.
• Annie: Excellent. God knows I have no idea what to do at parties except scare men away.
• Dani: I will provide the sex appeal. Kidding.
• Annie: I can be sexy! If I try... Like really really intensely hard. Which I obviously don't do often.
• Dani: No, I know you can be sexy. I've seen it. It doesn't really matter, fuck people and what they think either way.
• Annie: Are you hitting on me?
• Annie: Joking, but I'll meet you at the house tonight. Have to go buy new fucking laces for my boots again because Bruce chewed the fuck out of them for the third time.
• Dani: I was sort of. I'm sorry I can give you money for them seeing as he is my dog
• Annie: Sexy. And I don't give a shit he's way to cute to be mad at. Plus, Reefer took a shit on your floor this morning. Don't worry though, I cleaned most of it up. ;)
• Dani: Motherfucker. Damn it, anyways, I'll be ready soon, see you there.
• Annie: Watch where you step.