toweringtycoon:

femalebw2trainer:

toweringtycoon replied to your post: toweringtycoon liked your post: [muttering]…

Yeah its lucky Im grown up cause now Im no boy! Im a MAN!!! (not old)

Um aren’t you like, 40? 

Man? More like grandpa.

how am I supposed to be a grandpa if my not son is gay

There are so many questions I have about that sentence

toweringtycoon replied to your post: toweringtycoon liked your post: [muttering]…

Yeah its lucky Im grown up cause now Im no boy! Im a MAN!!! (not old)

Um aren’t you like, 40? 

Man? More like grandpa.

toweringtycoon liked your post: [muttering] boys&.fucking barbarians&..

Oh no

academypage:

“Watch it!”

Barry’s head snapped back up, stopping himself before barely hitting a woman entering the shop. He nodded at the man behind him who had shouted and held the door for the woman as she passed before entering. You could say he was a bit disoriented, hopping caffeine intake could pump some sense of direction into the blonde. He cracked his neck, tugging and fiddling with the ends of his pull over impatiently waiting for the line to move. Yes he understood the end of the year meant family and parties but you would have thought that after seventeen years of it he would have slowed down but apparently that meant absolute shit having seen the outcome this morning. He threw his face smack in the palm of his hands before mustering a smile at the barista before ordering.

He waited for a few minutes checking his messages. So far no embarrassing pictures posted and thank Arceus for that. That had to be some sort of sign, right? A good omen— something like “hey it’s already pretty bad don’t worry about it getting worse though”.

The trainer spun on his heel as the barista taped his shoulder with his order, stuffing the phone back into his pocket he walked to the front of the store. That was the plan so far until he saw a familiar tiny figure with brown locks sitting off to the side which made him stop. He arched a brow and walked backyards until she came into view again. He took a moment to himself to decide if that good omen he thought he encountered was really a fake and this was proof— but she hadn’t noticed him yet. He couldn’t flip a coin right now so a moment had to do.

Just what did he have planned for the rest of the day? Sit in his dorm counting of the hours before class started? If he could get twenty minutes worth of messing with this girl than that would be the highlight of the day.

Then it was decided. He walked up to Ivory from the side, hesitant to come into her view. Waiting for her to look the other way he slid his coffee on the opposite side of her table. Sitting down and grinning just as she averted her attention towards him.

No homicidal looks or remarks so far, so this was already going better than the last encounter they’d had.

“Seat wasn’t taken,” he pointed out, “Hope you don’t mind. Whatcha’ drinking?”

“Blood,” she she replied sourly before taking a sip of her drink. She didn’t take her eyes off of him as she did.

She wasn’t particularly annoyed that she’d come across him this morning, but she wasn’t exactly happy either. To be honest, if it was anyone else she probably wouldn’t give them the time of day either. Being that she wasn’t a morning person, Ivory came here every morning to wake up and get herself together. Alone. Peacefully. She’d read a magazine, drink some coffee, maybe take some cookies to go for lunch, flirt with the cute staff a little, and then leave. Ivory never usually saw anyone else at this time in the morning, and to see him here, that was just grand.

But, despite being embarrassed and angry by their recent scuffle, Ivory was not going to have her mood be killed. Not this early in the morning.

“What do you want?” she asked, setting her coffee off to the side near her phone. There wasn’t any edge to her voice; she was just casually asking a question.

academypage:

the fact that you call me egotistical yet refer to yourself as the cutest girl in school makes me wonder if you know the definition of hypocrite or if you’re that much of an air head

yes, flattery. do you know what being polite means? no you obviously don’t. yeah i’m upset because the only thing you’re good at is playing left bench cheerleader commenting on things that have absolutely nothing to do with you. so if you could get your acne-infested nose out of other’s people business and learn to take a compliment which wouldn’t be to difficult seeing as though i find it hard to picture you getting much of those with your ridiculously unattractive attitude towards life in general then maybe i’ll take it back.

is this petty now?

[she gaspS really loud and puts a hand to her nose] okay, first of all, there isn’t an inch of acne on my face. second, there’s nothing wrong with being aware of your own attractiveness! and third, you don’t know me, so don’t talk like you do.

academypage:

your welcome [ you grin ]

and you’re uncute

uncute? that’s the pettiest insult i’ve ever gotten. and taking into account all that flattery you were spewing at me before, you sound just like hypocritical dick. a rejected one, i might add. but i mean hey, i don’t blame you. if i were called a barbarian and an egotistical ass by the cutest girl in school i’d be upset too. [she smiles mockingly and shrugs]

academypage:

femalebw2trainer:

academypage:

femalebw2trainer:

[muttering] boys….fucking barbarians…..

well that’s not charming

you picking a fight with one of my friends??? yeah i agree 

need i remind you barbarians is plural and you didn’t mind me when i was feeding  your pretty little ego when we first met

thanks for the grammar lesson

you’re an egotistical ass 

academypage:

femalebw2trainer:

[muttering] boys….fucking barbarians…..

well that’s not charming

you picking a fight with one of my friends??? yeah i agree