.

Holy crap, bad rper bad bad bad bad.

A lot of things have been going on and I’m an active rper but…

but..

I totally forgot about this one

I was unfollowing blogs on my personal and came across beyond the page like OMG CRAAAP

I’m alive

sorry

sorry

sorry

I took anything I could get to help you, but this seems to really fit for me.

adrienne-jones:

Well hello to you, Martin Archer. -laughs-

I always am. -laughs- I’m sure you will love, just give it time. Best wishes for that, and I hope it sticks. Just by our conversation, I can tell you deserve it. So good luck.

Thank you, Adrienne. You’re too kind.

(Source: castout-outcast)

adrienne-jones:

You’re welcome love..I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.

-laughs- Well that’s the beauty of it. Whatever you like, that’s why it’s called ‘freedom’.

It’s Martin. Martin Archer.

You may be right. -laughs- Just… not used to it, but I will in time, for sure.

(Source: castout-outcast)

adrienne-jones:

You haven’t had it till now?
Well, I’m happy for you, it’s a good feeling isn’t it? -smiles-

Hi, I’m Adrienne.

Thank you, you have no idea, it’s… spectacular. /laughs/ I almost don’t know what to do with it.

(Source: castout-outcast)

An odd feeling.

notawoodensierra:

castout-outcast:

Martin swallowed, letting his fingers linger slightly as hers slid away, “No, I’m fine, thank you,” he yawned. “Sorry, maybe just some,” his eyes clamped, although the tick went away,” Um, some shut eye,” Martin laughed.

Sierra smiled. “Sure, let me prepare the couch for you…” As she was preparing the bed, she secretly peaked at him, controlling his ticks. She wondered whether there was something she could do to help him. “Here,” she said. “I’m gonna buy something to eat right after I wake up, okay? Until then we need to survive without supplies,” she joked and hugged him. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Martin couldn’t help but smile as she hugged him, “Me too. I can’t thank you enough Sierra. He laid down, “Good night.”

notawoodensierra:

castout-outcast:

Martin nodded, looking up to her, “Thank you again.”

Sierra smiled at him from his lap. “You’re welcome, sweetie… What do you want to do now?” she asked, slowly letting go of his hand. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Martin swallowed, letting his fingers linger slightly as hers slid away, “No, I’m fine, thank you,” he yawned. “Sorry, maybe just some,” his eyes clamped, although the tick went away,” Um, some shut eye,” Martin laughed.