I’m so cleaning my room.

Cleaning out my entire room. Yes. ENTIRE. Meaning, I shall be taking almost everything out and throwing away a lot of things I’ll never use again or even miss.

There were two in the damn bed….

thesurvivorblog:

Name’s Nick, and I haven’t gotten any sleep for the last freaking month. No, it’s nothing to do with the whole ‘end of the world’ shit. It’s because of a certain hick who has no concept of personal space.

                         

                         

                                                   

thesurvivorblog:

OOC NOTE: Busy times are busy!
June is a mental month for us, so apologies if upcoming posts are few and far between. We need to get some more gif footage done, which we will do as soon as we can.

In the meantime, please enjoy this picture until the next blog post! 

Beau and Buster <3 (Taken with instagram)
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
draconica:

“Let me get tha’ for ya.”
When the conman raised his head towards the southern voice, he found a pearly white smile and baby blue eyes staring back at him. The stranger tipped up a baseball cap in greeting before ordering himself a beer.
“Did… did you just buy me a drink?” Nick was confused. No one bought him drinks, not at least those who knew him personally, knew what a shifty guy he was. But this random kid seemed pretty pleased with himself, leaning on the bar as he shifted onto the stool next to the gambler.
“Looks like I did,” the kid agreed simply and took a swig of his bottle, the condensation from the glass trickling over his lips and partway down his chin before he wiped them away with the back of his hand. For whatever reason, this amused Nick more than he cared to mention. “So, ya have a name, Mister Fancy Suit?”
“I’m Nicolas,” he offered, then shrugged and added, “Nick.”
The hick smiled at him before replying. “Ellis. Mah name’s Ellis.”

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wearethecaitcrowd:

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