charlie-crowe-blog;
You must be a bacon burger because you're bacon me crazy !

charlie-crowe:

zachariah-zimmerman:

charlie-crowe:

zachariah-zimmerman:

[Text] roses r red 
violets r blue
if i had a brick
i’d throw it at you 
:)

[TEXT] ur a dick.
[TEXT] but ur my dick.

[Text] u have more dick in ur personality than u do in ur pants ;)

[TEXT] u would kno
[TEXT] my personality is packin’ heat in its personality pants
[TEXT] and u aint complain’

[Text] i do complain 
[Text] but it’s better to take it like a man 
[Text] otherwise you’ll never stfu 
[Text] plus it’s really not that great. in fact ur personality is kind of limp. 



charlie-crowe-blog;
You must be a bacon burger because you're bacon me crazy !

charlie-crowe:

zachariah-zimmerman:

[Text] roses r red 
violets r blue
if i had a brick
i’d throw it at you 
:)

[TEXT] ur a dick.
[TEXT] but ur my dick.

[Text] u have more dick in ur personality than u do in ur pants ;)



charlie-crowe-blog;
You must be a bacon burger because you're bacon me crazy !

[Text] roses r red 
violets r blue
if i had a brick
i’d throw it at you 
:)



“No. I’m not picking her up, she’s crying and I thought I already had enough of that with your kids. God damn good for nothing fucking condom.” Growling as he bends over to pull Riley from the ground, he turns to Charles and gives him a frown. “This is your fault. I blame you. Where the hell did you kid go? Caleb? Caleb?!”

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“Hey, Riah?”

sasha-cohen:

Sasha murmured, peaking around the door frame to look at the man she knew so well, tucking a piece of blonde hair behind her ear as she moved inside. She may not be as small as she used to be, but she still couldn’t help but think of Riah as the towering brother bear he’d always been to her for so long. Because of that, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hide the nervous way her hands clasped together, the shuffling of her feet. “Do you have a minute? I’ve got something… well, something pretty big to tell you.”

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A heavy sigh left his lips as he stared down at the photos of the women who used to be an integral part of his life. A part of him felt as if he needed to reach out to them, as he had owed them because they each made him into the person he was now. Looking up from the photos as Sasha enters, he raises a brow and jumps to the worst. “You’re marrying that Sam kid?” Oh wait, weren’t they already married? … Had Zachariah really found a way to erase the horrifying memories from his head (because Sasha marrying someone is horrifying to him)? “No. You’ve decided that Charles is your favorite? Sasha! You’re my little one!” Furrowing his brows together, he crosses his arms at his chest. “So what is it?” 



“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

raymond-anderson:

Startled at the voice being directed at him, Ray pauses from typing away on his phone, and glances up. Looking at where the other was pointing, he  lets out an amused snort and shakes his head, upon spotting the reindeer herd. “Who knows? Too much exposure to repeating Christmas carols? The craze of cheaper items? Christmas messes with people’s heads."  He shrugs lightly, before turning back to the other and raising an eyebrow. "Not a fan of Christmas? Or just not a fan of reindeer people? Which is a little messed, I’ll admit.”

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“Messes with people’s heads? More like a sickness in the head. My roommate and his girlfriend, err, friend, have been spending time wearing Santa and elf hates and parading around as if they own the place. What the hell did I do to deserve that kind of nonsense?” Seriously, what did he do? That kind of shit was only cute when Sasha did it… not Charles and Arianna. Okay, well, maybe Arianna a bit – she was easy on the eyes. Not that he’d ever tell Charles that… he might get a robot on him. Again. “Reindeer people. Weird. Christmas, annoying. Holiday catered to retail stores to sell the last items of the year. You know they jack up prices during September and when they go on ‘sale’, they’re actually just around the same price as it was at the beginning of the year? So you’re really only saving a few bucks. It’s absurd. The world is stupid for spending money.” Wow, way to be a grinch. “Rah-Rah-Cheer is just annoying, man.” 

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“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

It had been a long night and although he did have fun staying up all night with his best friend (as he normally does), he was growing quite the headache. “All this holiday cheer is annoying…" he muttered to himself, sighing heavily as he watched a group of people dressed as reindeer walk pass him. "Oh, no. Oh god, no. No, no, no. Seriously?" Shaking his head, he turned towards the person on the other bench and pointed at them. "What the fuck is wrong with these people?" 

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“Will you still love me when I no longer ball so hard?”

charlie-crowe:

Charles sang as he literally rubbed hundred dollar bills in his roommate’s face. Although the technopath had sold his inventions numerous times before, this hard-earned cash was especially worth the pride and boast. It brought a probability for the aspiring industrialist. “See. I told you all those sleepless nights were going to be worth it. – And you doubted me.” Charles scoffed lightly at Zachariah, “You’d make a terrible husband.”

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Right now, Zachariah was sitting at his desk in his room – that was his first mistake of the night. A deep rooted frown was on his face as his best friend went about singing while rubbing hundred dollar bills in his face. If there was one thing that Zachariah could to do this fucking guy… it would be to punch him in the face. But then he’d have to nurse the asshole awake and tend to him, so that was obviously out of question. “I swear to fucking god, Crowe. If you don’t –." Cutting himself off as he spins around in his chair to fully face his best friend, he rolled his eyes. If someone could roll their eyes hard and with fucking fury, that would be him right now. "What!?" Planting his feet on the floor, her frowns even fucking more and stands on his feet. ”’Don’t get your hopes up, Crowe.’  You mean telling you that?“ His feet stomp a step towards Charles, his finger going to poke the man’s chest – hard. "I was just fucking –.”Stab at the chest with his finger. “– making sure that you didn’t get all fucking –.” Another stab at the chest with his finger. “All bitchy and whiny over someone not getting your invention!" Growling, he grabbed the hundred dollar bills and plucked a few of them, shoving them into his pocket. "Fee for putting up with your loud as fucking mouth, man." Charles was really loud. And obnoxious. Sometimes he wondered why he was best friends with this guy, but then he remembered – he was stuck in the relationship forever

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“Oh, god dammit.”

molecule-boy:

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Joey honestly considers continuing his walk towards his original destination and completely ignoring Zach when he starts talking, but he’s in the mood for a good laugh, so he listens. Of course his outfit comes out of the mix-up unscathed. There’s an amused look that slowly makes itself known on his features as he speaks and raised eyebrows that follow when Zachariah begins to unbutton his shirt. “First of all, you were in my way. You saw me coming, that means you move. Secondly,” he holds up two fingers, sarcastic comment at the ready, “Have you not heard of a bleach pen? It’s shaped just like a pen, but get this, it cleans stains! Technology these days…” He shakes his head, plucking a flute of champagne from a waiter who passes by. He takes a sip and glances at the liquid, his interest is already lost. “Thirdly, shut up, Schizo.”

The mere sight of Joey was enough to make his fists clench immediately and he had to tell himself that in this timeline, what happened with Catherine hadn’t occurred yet. Lips pressed thinly together and his brows furrowed immediately, the classic ‘Zachariah Zimmerman’ look upon his face. Pulling off the shirt from his back, he pulls the blazer in front and buttons it so that it looked somewhat decent. Somewhat. “You really should just beat the shit out of him, Zachariah. He looks like chump meat,” he pretends to speak to himself, his lips curling into a smile. “No, no no. That wouldn’t be fair. The Schizo against the proud Joey-oey-oey?” Scoffing, he leans towards Joseph. “Call me Schizo again, man, and you’ll wish you never uttered words from your fucking mouth.”

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wallflowerkeith:

“I actually pr-prefer lilies to daises…” Amanda finally responded. Placing down the pencil she was vigorously using to draw, she looked up at Zachariah and lifted up the small napkin she had used as her canvas. On it was a small but detailed drawing of Zachariah. “The Keith girl has thoughts, but she’s better at expressing them through art than words. Here,” she smiled, placing the napkin in front of him. “My simulation? Oh, it went fine. It wasn’t my best effort, but I co-conquered. And sorry for ‘ignoring’ you. I’m usually a pretty good listener, but I haven’t been able to focus. Why did you run off and leave, though? For a second there, you moved faster than I could.” Amanda chuckled at her own joke, and grabbed a new napkin to draw on. 

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“They all look the same to me.” Shrugging his shoulders, he glanced down at the drawing and raised a brow at her drawing of him. “That’s… uh, okay. Thanks.” Rolling his eyes a bit, he took the napkin and folded it into fours to put into his pocket. He was never a real fan of art - he didn’t understand what the need for it was. “Ha,” he replied to the joke, not knowing how to exactly reply to it. The 2012 part of him would have pushed her around already but he was sitting there, now, with a napkin in his pocket. “Why do you even try connecting with people who’ve hurt you?” He wondered aloud, his fingers move to graze against his lips. “It’s a waste of fucking time and it’s not your place to forgive if nobody is asking for fucking forgiveness - so why?" 

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