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goddamnarrows: iambrilliantandbeautiful: goddamnarrows: …I also smell dog piss. DAKEN. What the...

Sun, 30 Dec 2012 22:17:10 +0000

iambrilliantandbeautiful:

goddamnarrows:

…I also smell dog piss.

DAKEN.

What the fuck are you talking about, dog piss?

All I’m saying is I smell it.

Well, it’s not me.

goddamnarrows: …I also smell dog piss. DAKEN. What the fuck are you talking about, dog piss?

Sun, 30 Dec 2012 22:07:38 +0000

goddamnarrows:

…I also smell dog piss.

DAKEN.

What the fuck are you talking about, dog piss?

Help the kid is getting emotional.

Fri, 28 Dec 2012 03:34:16 +0000

Tell her she’s a beautiful flower.

Hell, tell her you love her, she’ll shut up for a few months.

goddamnarrows: iambrilliantandbeautiful replied to your post: Hey, daddy. Theres an amp in...

Wed, 26 Dec 2012 15:35:59 +0000

goddamnarrows:

iambrilliantandbeautiful replied to your post: Hey, daddy.

Theres an amp in your room and some bass shit for Beth.

Why can’t you give it to her?

Why does she need another amplifier?

Because she got you something, and because it got blown up.

goddamnarrows: iambrilliantandbeautiful: goddamnarrows: no-other-daughter: goddamnarrows: no-oth...

Tue, 25 Dec 2012 22:13:14 +0000

goddamnarrows:

iambrilliantandbeautiful:

goddamnarrows:

no-other-daughter:

goddamnarrows:

no-other-daughter:

Then Momma would stab you.

Then I’d break his neck too.

He’d come baaaaaaaack.

And I’d do it all over again.

Kinky.

Don’t you fuckin start.

When did I ever stop?

Happy Christmas, Lizzie.

Tue, 25 Dec 2012 22:04:49 +0000

Happy Christmas, Lizzie.

goddamnarrows: no-other-daughter: goddamnarrows: no-other-daughter: Then Momma would stab...

Tue, 25 Dec 2012 22:00:51 +0000

goddamnarrows:

no-other-daughter:

goddamnarrows:

no-other-daughter:

Then Momma would stab you.

Then I’d break his neck too.

He’d come baaaaaaaack.

And I’d do it all over again.

Kinky.

goddamnarrows: iambrilliantandbeautiful replied to your post: The kitchens on fire. wat. I DON’T...

Tue, 11 Dec 2012 10:16:05 +0000

goddamnarrows:

iambrilliantandbeautiful replied to your post: The kitchens on fire.

wat.

I DON’T KNOW MAN, I JUST WANTED SOME POP TARTS.

EVEN BETH CAN MAKE POP TARTS WITHOUT SETTING FIRE TO THE PLACE.

Downtime

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 23:30:54 +0000

goddamnarrows:

iambrilliantandbeautiful:

goddamnarrows:

iambrilliantandbeautiful:

“Vaguely sanctioned stabbing, the ability to piss Normie off, getting to watch your face when Karla decides to throw you a bone?” He shrugged. “Beth gets to see more people. Plus, Ares’ kid is ear her age, he’s probably the only kid who might get her, y’know? And it’s not like I’m moving her back. She’s got the hots for Hand. Seriously.” He rolled his eyes and shifted a little, resting his hand on Lester’s shoulder.

“I don’t understand how anyone could have the hots for Norman’s Hand though,” Lester said. He picked up the TV remote and started changing the channels, in search of something to watch. “Hey, d’ya think she was a dyke to begin with or is he just so bad he turned her?”

“I don’t know, she has cute bangs.” He said, shrugging again. He watched Lester rather than the TV. He already knew nothing he’d like would be on, having already checked before going out on the balcony. “What, like I turned you, darling~?” He asked, mocking him. “Think she was before. Heard she got dumped right before she took the job with him.”

“The only thing you turned me into is an even bigger dickhead for having put up with you for so long,” Lester grumbled. “Why are you still here anyway? Don’t you have a daddy to go murder by now?”

He rolled his eyes and pushed out a strong wave of sexual pheromones. “That gets boring after a while.” He said with a shrug, and turned more to face him. “Although, I thought about how~ If I can be bothered again. But right now? I have a better idea.” He said, pressing against Lester.

Norman Osborn prematurely ejaculates pass it on.

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 12:07:12 +0000

wargodares:

iambrilliantandbeautiful:

wargodares:

iambrilliantandbeautiful:

goddamnarrows:

⠀

How do you know that, Lester?

He keeps his ear pressed to the wall, in hopes that he can learn from the best.

Because what he hears is not premature ejactulation,

but one of many satisfactions.

Heh. Hey, you’ll watch out for Beth, right? Me and Lester are still at the apartment until Normie gets a bigger place.

Of course. I greatly enjoy having Beth around. And, if Norman objects, she may come to my apartment in the Bronx at any time.

Thanks, man.

Oh, if she asks for vegimite, just get her some.

Downtime

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 12:01:24 +0000

goddamnarrows:

iambrilliantandbeautiful:

goddamnarrows:

Lester shut the door behind him and plopped down on the other end of the couch. “How did we get roped into this again?” he asked. “Well I mean, I’m only sticking around for a chance to stick a pen in Osborn’s eye… why are you so interested in his little team?”

“Vaguely sanctioned stabbing, the ability to piss Normie off, getting to watch your face when Karla decides to throw you a bone?” He shrugged. “Beth gets to see more people. Plus, Ares’ kid is ear her age, he’s probably the only kid who might get her, y’know? And it’s not like I’m moving her back. She’s got the hots for Hand. Seriously.” He rolled his eyes and shifted a little, resting his hand on Lester’s shoulder.

“I don’t understand how anyone could have the hots for Norman’s Hand though,” Lester said. He picked up the TV remote and started changing the channels, in search of something to watch. “Hey, d’ya think she was a dyke to begin with or is he just so bad he turned her?”

“I don’t know, she has cute bangs.” He said, shrugging again. He watched Lester rather than the TV. He already knew nothing he’d like would be on, having already checked before going out on the balcony. “What, like I turned you, darling~?” He asked, mocking him. “Think she was before. Heard she got dumped right before she took the job with him.”

Norman Osborn prematurely ejaculates pass it on.

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 00:59:55 +0000

wargodares:

iambrilliantandbeautiful:

goddamnarrows:

⠀

How do you know that, Lester?

He keeps his ear pressed to the wall, in hopes that he can learn from the best.

Because what he hears is not premature ejactulation,

but one of many satisfactions.

Heh. Hey, you’ll watch out for Beth, right? Me and Lester are still at the apartment until Normie gets a bigger place.

Norman Osborn prematurely ejaculates pass it on.

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 00:54:37 +0000

goddamnarrows:

⠀

How do you know that, Lester?

Downtime

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 00:24:50 +0000

goddamnarrows:

iambrilliantandbeautiful:

goddamnarrows:

Lester leaned over the railing and looked down at the street far below them. He could make out some lady walking a dog and he grinned a little, pinching the cigarette between his fingers and aiming. When he dropped it, it fell down and landed right in the animals eye socket, and he could hear it yelping even from where he was.

“Man that shit never gets old,” he said, watching as the pet owner freaked out with her now half-blind dog. He relaxed a little and stepped back, looking away from the spectacle down below.

“Eh, yeah I’m comin’,” he said, turning away from the railing and heading back inside the apartment.

Daken sniggered and settled on the sofa. He laid his head back and stretched his arms out. “So. Beth’s settled in. Too quiet here, without her.” He frowned. “You think Normie’s going to get a tower for us all?”

He grinned at Lester. “It’d certainly be interesting. Wonder what Beth’ll make of Bob.” Daken chuckled a little, pushing out another dose of pheromones at the other man.

Lester shut the door behind him and plopped down on the other end of the couch. “How did we get roped into this again?” he asked. “Well I mean, I’m only sticking around for a chance to stick a pen in Osborn’s eye… why are you so interested in his little team?”

“Vaguely sanctioned stabbing, the ability to piss Normie off, getting to watch your face when Karla decides to throw you a bone?” He shrugged. “Beth gets to see more people. Plus, Ares’ kid is ear her age, he’s probably the only kid who might get her, y’know? And it’s not like I’m moving her back. She’s got the hots for Hand. Seriously.” He rolled his eyes and shifted a little, resting his hand on Lester’s shoulder.

presidentgoblin: iambrilliantandbeautiful: presidentgoblin: no-other-daughter: presidentgoblin: ...

Sun, 09 Dec 2012 19:01:33 +0000

presidentgoblin:

iambrilliantandbeautiful:

presidentgoblin:

no-other-daughter:

presidentgoblin:

If by ‘cooler’ you mean ‘even more dysfunctional and full of psychopaths’ then sure.

SPIDER-MAN.

She’s PMSing. Make sure you have tampons and vegimite.

How is this my responsibility again?

If you don’t she’ll destroy your house and bleed on all your furnishings.

Downtime

Sun, 09 Dec 2012 19:00:52 +0000

goddamnarrows:

iambrilliantandbeautiful:

goddamnarrows:

iambrilliantandbeautiful:

goddamnarrows:

“Hell if I was living in a house with Osborn, I’d have nightmares too,” Lester said. He exhaled a mouthful of smoke and passed the pack of cigarettes over. “Not really, I was thinking it’s a good night to fuck with the good ol’ Devil. Or maybe Castle’s around, I ain’t pissed him off in a while.”

He took one and handed the pack back, reaching into Lester’s back pocket for the lighter he knew would be there. “Now, you can’t go annoy Frankie-boy without me. Daken smirked, head rolling to the side to watch Lester as he took a slow drag. “Promise not to kill him again, though.”

“Man I’ll go annoy who I want when I want,” Lester said. “Besides, if you show up then I’ll just be a third wheel while you and Castle start going at it, and I hate that shit.”

He paused for a moment and then shrugged.

“Unless of course him an’ the devil are doin’ a team up,” he said. “I wonder if we could arrange that somehow…”

“Eh. We can arrange it for some other night.” He shrugged, finishing the cig and flicking it off the balcony. “You done? Let’s just go inside.” He pushed out calming pheromones, trying to carefully lure Lester inside and to bed. They fairly rarely slept together, even now, but it’d been some time since Daken had really felt bothered enough to go out, to a club, and sleep with someone- for kicks, to hold something over their head, whatever. He wanted Lester.

So, tonight, he was going to have him.

Lester leaned over the railing and looked down at the street far below them. He could make out some lady walking a dog and he grinned a little, pinching the cigarette between his fingers and aiming. When he dropped it, it fell down and landed right in the animals eye socket, and he could hear it yelping even from where he was.

“Man that shit never gets old,” he said, watching as the pet owner freaked out with her now half-blind dog. He relaxed a little and stepped back, looking away from the spectacle down below.

“Eh, yeah I’m comin’,” he said, turning away from the railing and heading back inside the apartment.

Daken sniggered and settled on the sofa. He laid his head back and stretched his arms out. “So. Beth’s settled in. Too quiet here, without her.” He frowned. “You think Normie’s going to get a tower for us all?”

He grinned at Lester. “It’d certainly be interesting. Wonder what Beth’ll make of Bob.” Daken chuckled a little, pushing out another dose of pheromones at the other man.

presidentgoblin: no-other-daughter: presidentgoblin: no-other-daughter replied to your post: I...

Sun, 09 Dec 2012 18:59:40 +0000

presidentgoblin:

no-other-daughter:

presidentgoblin:

no-other-daughter replied to your post: I would like to drag everyone’s attention out of…

MY FAMILY’S COOLER THAN YOURS AND I STILL LOVE MY DADS.

If by ‘cooler’ you mean ‘even more dysfunctional and full of psychopaths’ then sure.

SPIDER-MAN.

She’s PMSing. Make sure you have tampons and vegimite.

Downtime

Sat, 08 Dec 2012 01:43:35 +0000

goddamnarrows:

iambrilliantandbeautiful:

goddamnarrows:

iambrilliantandbeautiful:

“Thought you’d quit.” Daken murmured, walking out to the balcony, shutting the French doors behind him and leaning against it. “Beth called last night. Dreams are getting worse.” He said, running a hand through his hair. “How is it that even when we’ve gotten rid of her, we haven’t actually gotten rid of her?” He asked, frowning.

“It’s enough to make you want to stab something.” He smirked, wandering over to the railing and leaning on the section next to Lester, holding his hand out for a cigarette. “Do you have a hit lined up for tonight?”

“Hell if I was living in a house with Osborn, I’d have nightmares too,” Lester said. He exhaled a mouthful of smoke and passed the pack of cigarettes over. “Not really, I was thinking it’s a good night to fuck with the good ol’ Devil. Or maybe Castle’s around, I ain’t pissed him off in a while.”

He took one and handed the pack back, reaching into Lester’s back pocket for the lighter he knew would be there. “Now, you can’t go annoy Frankie-boy without me. Daken smirked, head rolling to the side to watch Lester as he took a slow drag. “Promise not to kill him again, though.”

“Man I’ll go annoy who I want when I want,” Lester said. “Besides, if you show up then I’ll just be a third wheel while you and Castle start going at it, and I hate that shit.”

He paused for a moment and then shrugged.

“Unless of course him an’ the devil are doin’ a team up,” he said. “I wonder if we could arrange that somehow…”

“Eh. We can arrange it for some other night.” He shrugged, finishing the cig and flicking it off the balcony. “You done? Let’s just go inside.” He pushed out calming pheromones, trying to carefully lure Lester inside and to bed. They fairly rarely slept together, even now, but it’d been some time since Daken had really felt bothered enough to go out, to a club, and sleep with someone- for kicks, to hold something over their head, whatever. He wanted Lester.

So, tonight, he was going to have him.

Downtime

Fri, 07 Dec 2012 23:56:36 +0000

goddamnarrows:

iambrilliantandbeautiful:

goddamnarrows:

Sending the kid to live with Osborn wasn’t exactly the best idea Lester had ever come up with, but in the long run it was a good idea. Having Beth out from underfoot gave both he and Daken more freedom to take care of their own personal business, and she was old enough now to be able to take care of herself well enough. But still, it left their apartment seeming a lot bigger without her constantly making noise.

Lester was leaning against the railing on the balcony lighting a cigarette and looking out over the city. He grinned a little, it was feeling like a good night. A good night to go out and raise hell, in any case.

“Thought you’d quit.” Daken murmured, walking out to the balcony, shutting the French doors behind him and leaning against it. “Beth called last night. Dreams are getting worse.” He said, running a hand through his hair. “How is it that even when we’ve gotten rid of her, we haven’t actually gotten rid of her?” He asked, frowning.

“It’s enough to make you want to stab something.” He smirked, wandering over to the railing and leaning on the section next to Lester, holding his hand out for a cigarette. “Do you have a hit lined up for tonight?”

“Hell if I was living in a house with Osborn, I’d have nightmares too,” Lester said. He exhaled a mouthful of smoke and passed the pack of cigarettes over. “Not really, I was thinking it’s a good night to fuck with the good ol’ Devil. Or maybe Castle’s around, I ain’t pissed him off in a while.”

He took one and handed the pack back, reaching into Lester’s back pocket for the lighter he knew would be there. “Now, you can’t go annoy Frankie-boy without me. Daken smirked, head rolling to the side to watch Lester as he took a slow drag. “Promise not to kill him again, though.”

Downtime

Fri, 07 Dec 2012 23:44:38 +0000

goddamnarrows:

Sending the kid to live with Osborn wasn’t exactly the best idea Lester had ever come up with, but in the long run it was a good idea. Having Beth out from underfoot gave both he and Daken more freedom to take care of their own personal business, and she was old enough now to be able to take care of herself well enough. But still, it left their apartment seeming a lot bigger without her constantly making noise.

Lester was leaning against the railing on the balcony lighting a cigarette and looking out over the city. He grinned a little, it was feeling like a good night. A good night to go out and raise hell, in any case.

“Thought you’d quit.” Daken murmured, walking out to the balcony, shutting the French doors behind him and leaning against it. “Beth called last night. Dreams are getting worse.” He said, running a hand through his hair. “How is it that even when we’ve gotten rid of her, we haven’t actually gotten rid of her?” He asked, frowning.

“It’s enough to make you want to stab something.” He smirked, wandering over to the railing and leaning on the section next to Lester, holding his hand out for a cigarette. “Do you have a hit lined up for tonight?”