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“ You’re so much better than that! “
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❛ well yeah, that’s how all of life works. ❜
* THE COMEBACK KID SENTENCE STARTERS . // @mrbcks !
❛ that’s a load of bullshit . ❜ words spat viciously , nose crinkling as arms remain crossed over his chest . if he could , he’d roll his eyes; but given the fact that’s all he’s been doing since she opened that mouth of hers , he’ll abstain JUST THIS ONCE in favor of sucking his teeth instead . a forced ( TSK ! ) emits from his mouth , followed by the SLUMP of shoulders . ❛ if you’re really gonna sit here and tell me that’s how life works , well … hate to be the bearer of bad news , princess , but that’s not how my life works . ❜ thus he chuckles , brows coming together slightly to form a crease . butch leans down to match her height ( oh la la ! up close &&. personal ! just how he likes it . ) . ❛ so here’s a word of advice from yours truly , if you don’t grab life by the horns and ram it’s ugly mug into the concrete , it’s gonna come back to BITE YOU in the ass . ❜
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great. i don’t need this in my life right now. i thought we’d agreed to stay eighty feet away from each other at all times. why the FUCK is she on my porch right now? i swear to god, if she says some school-related bullshit, i’m gonna deck her. i don’t fucking care if we get sued again, i’m gonna fucking deck her. we all know she pays her teachers off anyway; she doesn’t give a SHIT about school.
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“ Listen-- I’m not really sure this party is your scene... Not to be rude, or anything... Just... There’s a lot of drugs here usually, and you don’t seem like the drug type... “
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“ Bitch, are those Prada? “
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Ah, here they were again. Closing the door behind the pair, Brick muted out the mixed clamor of music, shouting and whistling. He couldn’t second guess WHAT was on everyone’s mind. As he turned around to face Princess, taking off his hat to get a good look at her in the dimly lit closet, he knew by reading the unmistakable features on that pretty face. She was thinking about back then, too. How long ago had they found themselves in the same predicament? Two, three years ago? Brick lost track of time. It was like trying to GRASP on to the memory of a rapidly fading dream.
❝Brings back memories, doesn’t it?❞ He comments casually, running pale digits through ginger locks. ❝Seven minutes in heaven with Princess Morbucks. I must be one hell of a lucky guy.❞
He knew his words held no MEANING. As they hadn’t years ago. Except at least, Princess hadn’t been an ex-lover then.
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“ Is’sa shame peeps only see wha’s on th’surface ‘n only what she’s done in th’past. Cos’ dayum they be missin’ out on a good thang. “
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it’s almost LAUGHABLE that princess thinks she’s going to get away with this, as if she doesn’t have x-ray vision and hearing so good she could hear a pin drop in siberia. this is a juvenile prank, even for her, like she’s still in kindergarten. “i have eyes in the back of my head, morbucks,” buttercup says, the second princess’ hands near her backpack. “what you’re looking for isn’t there, anyway.” not that buttercup has any idea what princess is looking for, but she still knows it isn’t there. all of her important things are tucked into some pocket of her uniform, or placed inside her bra. it isn’t like princess is going after her FORENSICS homework.
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blossom has no shame in her weekend activities. sure, some people might think it’s stereotypical for her to get up early to go shopping, but in her humble opinion that’s simply a byproduct of a patriarchal society that belittles typically feminine activities are frivolous. that’s how she justifies hitting the sales, hopped up on iced coffee, and a craving for a new summer handbag. but, her excitement for the day dwindled to nothing when the redhead heads down the aisle of clutches and spots a certain familiar someone. a deep breath in, very, very deep, and she attempts to breeze by her. she tries, but she really can’t. “that purses colouring washes you out. just thought you should know.”
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“Sorry, were you saying something?” Mojo said in an obnoxiously loud tone of voice, clearly intending to interrupt whatever it was she was saying. Something about the girls, probably. Not that it mattered. He’d become adept at tuning her out over the years. “You should know by now that I charge by the minute to listen to your bitching. Pretending to care is extra. So either cough up the money or shut up. I’m trying to concentrate. Unless you’d care to see what happens when this gets set off prematurely. Here’s a hint: only one of us survives, and it won’t be you.”
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Call it boredom if you will, or chance that he happened to be in the neighborhood. Half the rich kids at the party were either passed out and the other half picked up by their little drivers. The X in his system had already done away with any effects the alcohol could potentially have for him, and he was in DREADFUL need of staying up even later.
This lead him to the Morbucks residence. Princess could use a little update to her security system, perhaps something impenetrable to superhuman energy beams. Nonchalantly whistling along as if he weren’t TRESPASSING, Brick began to unpack his amplifier out of its case and settled it on the perfectly maintained grass below. The guitar he unstrapped from his back and handled it as if it were made of glass, carefully withdrawing it from his case and plugging it in to the amp. He looked up to face the manor with a sly grin on his face.
It was after some tuning that he aggressively strummed his guitar, SHATTERING the silence that lingered in the air. Fingers gliding over the strings, Brick settled with a familiar rhythm, his voice mingling with the song. Who needed a microphone, anyway?
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