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Dear Future Wife...#183

Tue, 29 May 2012 15:02:37 -0500

We had a sort of potluck tonight. My friend who is basically a food guru brought over her brand new hand-cranked pasta maker and we made pasta from scratch. I’ve never had better pasta in my life.

So with my secret sauce, vegetables with perfect little grill marks, some wine and candlelight, I’d love to make you homemade pasta sometime. We can always reheat if you want to skip straight to dessert…or something a little more intimate…

(Apparently I’m in a mood today)

((So I’m a high school graduate now. Yaaaaay. Feel free to throw confetti.ALSO FEEL FREE TO...

Tue, 29 May 2012 15:01:38 -0500

((So I’m a high school graduate now. Yaaaaay. Feel free to throw confetti.

ALSO FEEL FREE TO ENGAGE ME IN RP I WOULD BE OKAY WITH THAT—-))

how does it feel knowing that just days ago slick, the leader of your gang, was dancing on his lawn naked and covered in glitter

Tue, 29 May 2012 15:00:02 -0500

No fuckin’ comment.

mellowashonk: WhErE ThE fUcK iS EvErYbOdY? I’m right here kid. Every other fucker seems to...

Thu, 10 May 2012 17:23:31 -0500

mellowashonk:

WhErE ThE fUcK iS EvErYbOdY?

I’m right here kid. Every other fucker seems to have disappeared off th’ face of the earth, though.

toomuchlawandorder: LENNIE. Law & Order & Dinnertime...

Sun, 06 May 2012 04:42:14 -0500

toomuchlawandorder:

LENNIE.

Law & Order & Dinnertime S6E23

This is why ya eat the bodies, Ter.

bookpilgrim: The third book I’ve read in my lot of 24 Harlequin...

Sun, 06 May 2012 04:18:47 -0500

bookpilgrim:

The third book I’ve read in my lot of 24 Harlequin romance novels I got on eBay. And the best one. Memo: starting to like “hot doctors.”

kingpins-problem: MK: kid, i’m tryin ta work. Ahaha, quite an...

Sun, 06 May 2012 04:16:30 -0500

kingpins-problem:

MK: kid, i’m tryin ta work.

Ahaha, quite an imagination on this one.

((So I feel like a POS for being absent all this time. It’s not much of an excuse, but...

Sun, 06 May 2012 04:15:49 -0500

((So I feel like a POS for being absent all this time. It’s not much of an excuse, but I’ve been busy, preparing for my high school graduation and applying for college. This is in addition to crippling lethargy. I’m so sorry, dears. I hope you’ll forgive me. VnV))

thescratchdoctorisin: simplecomfortfood: Pretzel Dog with...

Sun, 06 May 2012 04:14:17 -0500

thescratchdoctorisin:

simplecomfortfood:

Pretzel Dog with Pimento Cheese and Caramelized Onions.

Did you find this at a local establishment, Mr. Buchanan? it seems rather tasty, even for street ~~urchin~~ food.

Oh good God. Get outta here, you.

simplecomfortfood: Pretzel Dog with Pimento Cheese...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 17:00:06 -0500

simplecomfortfood:

Pretzel Dog with Pimento Cheese and Caramelized Onions.

mellowashonk: ((wait so are we waiting for aradia to explain or what? I can have Gavin go home if...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 12:03:36 -0500

mellowashonk:

((wait so are we waiting for aradia to explain or what?

I can have Gavin go home if he’s not really needed at this point))

((Yes, we’re waiting on Aradia. Not sure about anything other’n that. .A.))

: Your name is HART BUCHANAN and you are a SHITTY-ASS FATHER. You...

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 17:42:02 -0500

: Your name is HART BUCHANAN and you are a SHITTY-ASS FATHER. You...:

fairy-tales-and-fantasy-stories:

telltaletraincar:

fairy-tales-and-fantasy-stories:

telltaletraincar:

fairy-tales-and-fantasy-stories:

telltaletraincar:

Your name is HART BUCHANAN and you are a SHITTY-ASS FATHER.

You recently had some BUSINESS outside of town, and were away for a week taking care of it. In your negligence it seems your son Tavros has found himself in the hospital. You received a call yesterday about him, and rushed home as soon…

“dAD!” you say and a smile lights up your face. You are determined to use you new legs for something you’ve wanted to do for a long time. You sling your cyborg legs over the side of the bed and run clumsily to your dad. You give him a big bear hug. “I MISSED YOU, aND I GOT BLOWN UP, aND NOW I HAVE ROBOT LEGS, aND, aND,” you can’t say much more because your eyes are starting to water.

He stopped, dead in his tracks. His eyes went wide, and his mouth went dry. He shifted the bag to his other hand, gesturing with the now empty hand. “W-What the hell are those?”

Oh God, what had they done to his boy while he was gone? Turned him into some science project or something! What did he say? Robot legs? Hart had never heard of such a thing, in all his years. Prosthetics, sure, but not robotics. He was going to have to chew off a few ears later, break some arms.

“wELL MY LEGS, sORT OF, gOT BLOWN OFF WHEN I SHIELDED ARADIA FROM THE EXPLOSION,” you say with a nervous laugh. “iT’S PRETTY AWESOME ACTUALLY CAUSE I CAN WALK, aND STUFF,” you say and walk in place a little. It’s pretty tiring to walk though you should probably lay down soon. You’re just glad dad is back. You were starting to get scared he got exploded.

Hart put his face in his palm, and groaned. He slunk to the armchair beside the bed, and fell into it, sliding down until it looked like he might fall. He held out the bag, and book. “Here. I thought you might be sick of hospital food.”

He would get an explanation in a minute. A full explanation. For now, he hoped Tavros would take the bag and eat. At least then he would get a few moments to let this sink in. Because to be perfectly honest, it’s all he could do to keep his shit from pirouetting off a diving board.

You take the bag and sit down back on your bed next to Gavin. You had been getting awfully tired of hospital food. “I SHOULDN’T TALK WITH MY MOUTH FULL, sO, uHH, aRADIA WHY DON’T YOU TELL EVERYONE WHAT HAPPENED,” you say nonchalantly. You’re proud of yourself for that bit of cleverness. Now you can eat while Aradia explains what happened.

“Aradia?”

Well, that was embarrassing. In the heat of the moment, he was too busy worrying about his boy to even notice there was someone else in the room. Sure enough, Droog’s daughter was there, minding her own business.

Hart coughed into his fist, and smiled at her. “Uhh, hey kiddo. Didn’t see ya there. I’m real sorry.”

: Your name is HART BUCHANAN and you are a SHITTY-ASS FATHER. You...

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 21:01:22 -0500

: Your name is HART BUCHANAN and you are a SHITTY-ASS FATHER. You...:

fairy-tales-and-fantasy-stories:

telltaletraincar:

fairy-tales-and-fantasy-stories:

telltaletraincar:

Your name is HART BUCHANAN and you are a SHITTY-ASS FATHER.

You recently had some BUSINESS outside of town, and were away for a week taking care of it. In your negligence it seems your son Tavros has found himself in the hospital. You received a call yesterday about him, and rushed home as soon…

“dAD!” you say and a smile lights up your face. You are determined to use you new legs for something you’ve wanted to do for a long time. You sling your cyborg legs over the side of the bed and run clumsily to your dad. You give him a big bear hug. “I MISSED YOU, aND I GOT BLOWN UP, aND NOW I HAVE ROBOT LEGS, aND, aND,” you can’t say much more because your eyes are starting to water.

He stopped, dead in his tracks. His eyes went wide, and his mouth went dry. He shifted the bag to his other hand, gesturing with the now empty hand. “W-What the hell are those?”

Oh God, what had they done to his boy while he was gone? Turned him into some science project or something! What did he say? Robot legs? Hart had never heard of such a thing, in all his years. Prosthetics, sure, but not robotics. He was going to have to chew off a few ears later, break some arms.

“wELL MY LEGS, sORT OF, gOT BLOWN OFF WHEN I SHIELDED ARADIA FROM THE EXPLOSION,” you say with a nervous laugh. “iT’S PRETTY AWESOME ACTUALLY CAUSE I CAN WALK, aND STUFF,” you say and walk in place a little. It’s pretty tiring to walk though you should probably lay down soon. You’re just glad dad is back. You were starting to get scared he got exploded.

Hart put his face in his palm, and groaned. He slunk to the armchair beside the bed, and fell into it, sliding down until it looked like he might fall. He held out the bag, and book. “Here. I thought you might be sick of hospital food.”

He would get an explanation in a minute. A full explanation. For now, he hoped Tavros would take the bag and eat. At least then he would get a few moments to let this sink in. Because to be perfectly honest, it’s all he could do to keep his shit from pirouetting off a diving board.

: Your name is HART BUCHANAN and you are a SHITTY-ASS FATHER. You...

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 20:50:59 -0500

: Your name is HART BUCHANAN and you are a SHITTY-ASS FATHER. You...:

fairy-tales-and-fantasy-stories:

telltaletraincar:

Your name is HART BUCHANAN and you are a SHITTY-ASS FATHER.

You recently had some BUSINESS outside of town, and were away for a week taking care of it. In your negligence it seems your son Tavros has found himself in the hospital. You received a call yesterday about him, and rushed home as soon…

“dAD!” you say and a smile lights up your face. You are determined to use you new legs for something you’ve wanted to do for a long time. You sling your cyborg legs over the side of the bed and run clumsily to your dad. You give him a big bear hug. “I MISSED YOU, aND I GOT BLOWN UP, aND NOW I HAVE ROBOT LEGS, aND, aND,” you can’t say much more because your eyes are starting to water.

He stopped, dead in his tracks. His eyes went wide, and his mouth went dry. He shifted the bag to his other hand, gesturing with the now empty hand. “W-What the hell are those?”

Oh God, what had they done to his boy while he was gone? Turned him into some science project or something! What did he say? Robot legs? Hart had never heard of such a thing, in all his years. Prosthetics, sure, but not robotics. He was going to have to chew off a few ears later, break some arms.

((Letter of Resignation))

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 20:41:27 -0500

adickofafather:

Yeah, sorry guys. But I just can’t keep up with all that’s going on. Between school and work, I hardly have anytime to do anything, much less get a roleplay going at any length of time for this many people. So, here I’m calling it quits.

I’ll leave the blog up, in case the next guy wants to look over what I’ve done, or wants to take any ideas from me. If you want to get a hold of me, I’d be willing to do maybe a 1 on 1 at a much slower pace, I could handle that. Just drop me a message.

Good luck from here on out.

((YOU COWARD. YOU…YOU DICK.))

fairy-tales-and-fantasy-stories: infinityboner: dumb babies...

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 20:40:44 -0500

fairy-tales-and-fantasy-stories:

infinityboner:

dumb babies that stay up all night in dumb pillow forts telling dumb scary stories

((YES SO CUTE))

mellowashonk: telltaletraincar: fairy-tales-and-fantasy-stories...

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 20:27:40 -0500

mellowashonk:

telltaletraincar:

fairy-tales-and-fantasy-stories:

telltaletraincar:

fairy-tales-and-fantasy-stories:

telltaletraincar:

makaracatering:

So my friend found this trashy romance novel in his girlfriend’s dad’s garage.

Half a year ago.

I read this book. It’s pretty damn good.

eW, dAD, gROSS :(

Ahaha. Trust me, this ain’t even the worst of ‘em.

D:

Well, yer gonna be 18 soon. I’ll pass some of the tamer ones onto ya.

hey bro, WE COULD READ THEM TOGETHER. :o)

LIKE HELL YOU ARE

Your name is HART BUCHANAN and you are a SHITTY-ASS FATHER. You recently had some BUSINESS outside...

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 20:26:47 -0500

Your name is HART BUCHANAN and you are a SHITTY-ASS FATHER.

You recently had some BUSINESS outside of town, and were away for a week taking care of it. In your negligence it seems your son Tavros has found himself in the hospital. You received a call yesterday about him, and rushed home as soon as yo could, cursing yourself all the way.

You shouldn’t have left him alone, you know that. You had a bad feeling in your gut. But he was a grown boy, he could handle himself. You didn’t plan on that spider showing her ugly mug though.

You’re in the elevator on the way up to his room, nervously clutching a bag in one hand, and a book in the other. You know he’s fine—that he isn’t hurt, but you can’t help but worry. Ever since he was a tot he’s been fragile, and worse yet, curious.

You step out, and walk to his room. Half walk, half jog. Sweat gathers under your collar as you knock on the door. “Son?”

crabby-chick: telltaletraincar: fairy-tales-and-fantasy-stories...

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 20:06:54 -0500

crabby-chick:

telltaletraincar:

fairy-tales-and-fantasy-stories:

telltaletraincar:

fairy-tales-and-fantasy-stories:

telltaletraincar:

makaracatering:

So my friend found this trashy romance novel in his girlfriend’s dad’s garage.

Half a year ago.

I read this book. It’s pretty damn good.

eW, dAD, gROSS :(

Ahaha. Trust me, this ain’t even the worst of ‘em.

D:

Well, yer gonna be 18 soon. I’ll pass some of the tamer ones onto ya.

uHH, i THINK I WILL PASS DAD, >//.//>

You ain’t Tav, kiddo. And I thought you liked that stuff?

~~((Not that I’m objected to KK calling him dad because whoops HB is KK’s biological pop in my headcanon wot))~~

fairy-tales-and-fantasy-stories: telltaletraincar: fairy-tales-...

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 19:58:50 -0500

fairy-tales-and-fantasy-stories:

telltaletraincar:

fairy-tales-and-fantasy-stories:

telltaletraincar:

makaracatering:

So my friend found this trashy romance novel in his girlfriend’s dad’s garage.

Half a year ago.

I read this book. It’s pretty damn good.

eW, dAD, gROSS :(

Ahaha. Trust me, this ain’t even the worst of ‘em.

D:

Well, yer gonna be 18 soon. I’ll pass some of the tamer ones onto ya.