Un-Frickin'-Touchable!
Joey. Not Joseph, Joey.

RP blog for a RED Scout.

Lovely sidebar image by Hunts!
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still not feelin it. e we;; I don’t think I can write Joey right now without dumping more pointless angst on people and nobody wants that

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vermillionsketcher:

I think somebody messed up their words??? Ppl at my school i swear…..

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awwww-cute:

My older cat got sick of my kitten trying to play with him so he pinned him down and licked him until he fell asleep

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honestly lately I feel like every time I try to rp I’m just making myself look like an idiot v__v starting to dread writing replies, ha

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resists urge to reblog every cute Heavy pic

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spies-never-compromise:

It had been a while since she’d had something especially close to a ‘friend’. Elsa was close, but she’d disappeared for a period of time and had been busy with her fiance, leaving little time for her. Bruce was gone, traveling somewhere in his new van, working freelance. He didn’t need her anymore, their shared room seemed too big even without the premise of a roommate. Everything had become so quiet and empty, she’d needed to move on.

She hadn’t really warmed up to anyone new at Upward, but she’d known Joey and Arrush, meaning there was some kind of camaraderie. But Joey left, and was now having to sow a new path for himself, which was hard enough. Even his rudeness could nearly be endearing, but this lifelessness was something she didn’t exactly know how to lift from him.

“I ‘ave been in that position… I would suggest speaking with your team’s Spy, but many of them tend to be less…. friendly than me and obviously they ‘ave not discovered the concept of sapping buildings to ‘elp you with your job.”

The Spy tutted, brows furrowed, and moved further into the room, bending to pet the head of a curious feline.

The Scout nodded absently in affirmation, rolling over onto his stomach to watch as the cat lifted itself up on its hind legs to meet Berezi’s touch, a low rumble starting in its throat. It had been a long time since any of them had seen a visitor.

"You ever feel like… even after all the bullshit you been through, an’ all you done to get this far, none of it actually matters? 

Like, all my life’s struggles led me here? To the middle a’ the desert? Where I’m gettin’ paid to run around an’ get shot at all day, so I can afford to feed a family who’d rather pretend like I don’t even exist. With no cable! All ‘cuz I’m too fucking useless to do anything else. The only thing I know how to do anymore is hurt people.”

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am I the only person not making a big deal of this? caaaalm.

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the-scout-from-boston:

the-scout-from-boston:

the-scout-from-boston:

(( how about you stop whining huh? People can have whatever URL they want.

That’s like saying I’m…

(( funny thing I’ve literally heard of no one else complaining about this type of thing.

I don’t want this to be a thing but they literally JUST made the blog and there’s already complaints.

So sorry for wanting to come to their aid. ))

I wasn’t attacking them or harassing any particular person, just stating openly that I’m frustrated with people having URLs so similar to mine. Which is perfectly valid, it makes things confusing as fuck. 

You’re the one making a ‘thing’ out of this, not me. If they just made the blog, maybe they should be changing their URL to avoid confusion. :v If not, then whatever. I have every right to complain.

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