*nosebleed*
oh my god. this is so jhguiowksnhqj
i love his hair x3

oh.
OH MY.
Moooorgan, is there something you need to tell meeeeeee ewe.

*laffs*

Yes. Josh is going to probably ki'll him in the most painful way :D

Thank you and I hope so too. I turn eight-teen in November, and my older brother is only nine-teen almost twenty. ;-;

Cute picture btw :)

So much blushiiiiieeeeessssssss

Well he is good at his job after all S:DS

And thanks to everybody again XD

nyeeeeeeeeeh <3

But guess she´ll have to protect him from getting kicked up to Alaska S:DS

S: Uh... Why? Who exactly would do that?
me: Joshua. I thought I already told y- AW AT LEAST PUT A SHIRT ON WHEN YOU`RE AROUND ME

I lost my ovaries to this picture

No you can keep your shirt off... ewe
Joshua: *in another room* Hey Taboo, who are you talking to?

me: Run. Now.
S: E-eh? I was just going to get dressed. Can´t I stay here until I at lea-ARGHLBLRGAH *gets shoved out on the balcony by me*

Joshua: *walks in* What's going on? What is all the talk about keeping shirts off?

me: *puts her shirt off and pulls the curtains* DON`T TELL ME WHAT TO DO *runs off*

Joshua: Eeeh... Okay... I just needed to tell Taboo there was work she needed to do... *walks out of the room*

S: *through the balcony-door* IT`S RAINING OUT HERE GODDAMMIT (It´s actually raining here right now :D)

Joshua: *standing in the hall*
me: *lets Sirius back in*

S: T-thank youuu... *shivering a bit*
me: *comes back in* Is he gone?

me: Josh? He's hiding in the hallway like a noob. *throws Sirius a random blanket*

S: *catches the blanket and wraps it around himself* Why did you hide me on the balcony anyway?
me: Because you did things. Pervy things.
S: That´s kinda my job.

me: And Joshua's more than likely going to erase your entire existance for it.

S: ...oh.
me: I HAVE TO PROTECT MAH BABEHS. *tackle-glomps him*
S: THAT`S NOT PROTECTING THAT`S ATTEMPTED MURDER

*melissa randomly appears*: MUR'DER! *rainbow*
me: NO! NOW IS NOT THE TIME MEL!

S: WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON
me: I have no idea. But there´s rainbows.

me: *throws mel outside and she flies away as a dragon* I have weird friends

me: I see. Yei dragons S:DS
S: So, uh, does he even know what exactly happened? *sits up and looks around*

Me: Unfortunately, yes. He's an omniscient being.

S: Well, fahk.
me: Guess I´ll better not annoy the boss over this.
Mysterious masked man: Annoy me over what.
me: HOLY MELKMACHINE IT`S A BAD HABIT TO PLOP OUT BEHIND PEOPLE STOP DOING THAT
?: Ooookeydok. But anyway, annoy me over whaaaat? *pokes me*
me: ...I immediately regret this decision.
?: Over whaaaat? *poke* *POKE*
S: Oh just over me being doomed... ahahah...

me: And I regret making that bet with Yoshiya...

?: Eeeeh don´t worry. I´ll grant you asylum. I´ve got that lovely little place called "hell" as my home. Don´t worry, it sounds worse than it is. CB
S: I´m so not going to listen to all of you any longer.
?: You could have a bit more trust in me. That hurts, ya know? :c
me: Stop wearing your strange mask, then we´ll talk again.
?: Never CB

Me: *looks at my right palm, frowning*

me: Eh, but i guess as long as you´re going to keep an eye on him I don´t have to worry about Sirius, right?
?: As long as I don´t receive a letter of complaint again it should be alright.
S: As if.

me: Sirius, you should be afraid. Very afraid. YoShiya is GOD. *coughtechnicallyIamtoocough* Da'mn that bet...

S: That´s why I´m slowly resignating on the ground.
?: Aw c´mon! Do I need to destroy some worlds again to get attention?
me: NO BOSS. BAD BOSS. DON`T GO AROUND BEING ALL DEVIL-BOSS OF BEACHES AGAIN.
?: Awww c´mon.

me: *pokes the guy on his mask* Don't you dare. I will PERSONALLY erase you.

?: Well actually I´m not even existant. So I guess that´d be a problem CB Also if someone really would have some way of erasing me, hell itself would crumble, dragging along all linked worlds. So that´s be kind of a problem too. *grins* That plus... oh wait I´m hungry. *wanders out into the hallway, passing Joshua* Hey dude. Don´t poke the demon or people will make everything go to sheet.
me: ...His logic is... what.

me *silently looking at my palm again, frowning*

S: Well guess it won´t be of any help sulking in a corner, so... *stands up again, sighing* Uh... something the matter? *looks at you*
me: ...wait, actually I´m hungry too. *follows the masked guy*

Me: Stupid bet... *stabs a knife through my palm*

S: H-hey, what are you doing there! Don´t hurt yourself over some kind of bet. Please. *takes your hand and mumbles something, slowly pulling the knife out again without any pain*

Me: *frown* I didn't ask you to pull that out. *a timer is ticking down on my palm, 234 days, 2 hours, 4l minutes*

S: B-but... doesn´t it hurt? I mean.... *looks at you for a moment, then stares at the ground* ...sorry.

me: It hurt like a son of a bi'tch, almost as much as the timer.

S: Th-then please don´t do this! I... I can´t stand people getting hurt. *stares at the ground again*

me: What does it matter? I'm already dead.

S: Well technically a lot of people I know are already dead. But still they´re able to feel. And that´s what really matters.

me: pain isn't really something that bothers me a whole lot anymore though

wat

Me: *peeks around the corner* ... '-' Well then...