A Battle of Facts || OPEN RP
"What is a kool-aid? Is that something to do with a first aid kit? Perhaps with a ice pack? That sounds useful.."
He laughed quietly before answering. “No, no it’s um, it’s a drink, usually for kids who are in clear need of a backup sugar rush. You know in case the first one fades.” he laughed again, “I guess if you froze it, it would be a pretty useful ice pack- not many ice packs are edible…” he held out his hand. “I’m Bruce.”
Today Bruce and I went on a walk, I mean first we scienced a little, I made gummy bear ice cubes, he merely stood there scoffing at my scientific genius. I told him to lighten up, he was very offended. I baked him some lemon break and we had some strawberries. We also stole a watermelon from the store up the street.
I’m currently feeling very guilty about it. Bruce doesn’t feel that bad.
The muse and I are one.
Also he still wants a puppy. Henry needs a buddy.
bad habits die hard.
(you might have to tilt the screen a bit).
see this is why you shouldnt give out your personal blog because people follow you and then you cant geek out about how the guy you like just came over just because he felt like it and now you’re watching tangled and gaahhhh i might die. squuueeeee. ok I have to go back to the room to watch tangled with the guy i like. my feelsaklsdfashdfioweha. bye
((everybody also needs Dr. Grant and Tim… Laura mostly needs Dr. Grant though.))
((because everyone needs some Lex on their dash… and jello. and laura i tagged you because i can that’s why.))
This used to be an RP blog. Now it’s just a blog where I write and film dumb stuff for Laura and if you didn’t click her name then go here. And if you didn’t click the word here, jeez what’s wrong with you? Go check out mariathecoffeeshopgirlrp. I write and film dumb stuff for Laura because i have nothing better to do with my time. And also, a scientist lives in my brain so sometimes we science. Have a photo of a still beating heart.
And this would be my broseph. He’s an annoying jerk who calls me names and likes to eat a lot of weird diner food. He calls himself batman but I’m pretty sure he’s Dean Winchester. I kind of like him, he’s alright for a jerk.My brother is my pal. He’s my bro. My family but he’s my best pal too. He sticks up for me when I can’t. And he defends me when I’m wrong. He gets mad at me when I deserve it and he loves me when I don’t. We fight and we bicker like a couple of old fools but at the end of the day we’re still family. And sure we aren’t related by blood.
But Bobby Singer taught me that Family don’t end with blood.
Do you ever have one of those days where you’re just bummed out and lonesome. and all you can do is sit outside in a puddle while rain fals around you and you wish that the rain would drown you because anything would feel better than the weight that’s crushing you? But you can’t drown in a simple rain shower so you just sit there mopey and grouchy.
Today is that day for me.
I hope my lungs fill up quickly.
let’s try that again!!! ((I think this song will always remind me of my otp. it just makes me happy, and sad, and angry, and bored, and wild, and free, and confused, and infuriated, and ecstatic, and bitter, and mournful, and joyous, and elated, speechless and every other adjective or adverb or whatever these are! and it always- will always, make me fall right back in love with their story.))