February 2012
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Talk like a Tease || William & Ryan (complete log)
Summary: Boys try to do dirty things, William’s ribs hurt, tea time instead.
William sauntered into the room with his target well marked. He’d just stepped out of the shower, not even bothering to put on cover of any type, the bruises Ryan had left on him the day previous obvious on his pale skin, gleaming slightly from the water. His hair was dripping as he leaned against the door frame,...
billyjeanbeckett replied to your photo: What a jerk.
Seriously, though. What the hell do you see in that dude?
What do I see in William Beckett? Myself. Often.
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I’m dancing to this today. It’s...
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billyjeanbeckett replied to your video: We don’t call him Pete “Golden Shower” Wentz for…
Why is there a towel on Patrick’s head?
I … don’t know. Patrick? Why?
clndstn replied to your video: We don’t call him Pete “Golden Shower” Wentz for…
patrick was hating so hard. so hard, man. those fresh-piss-mornings were the highlight of his life.
Sick!
Late night confessions with Ryan Ross.
Sometimes I look up pictures of a friend of mine and stare at her for uncomfortably way too long.
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billyjeanbeckett: Only if you let me lick the soft serve out of your sick hole
billyjeanbeckett: Hey, hey Ryan. I want you to suckle my hairy beef tenders.
billyjeanbeckett replied to your post: billyjeanbeckett replied to your post:…
Shhh, I’m muddled. I’m like a PMSing teenager right now though, so space might be good unless you feel like tolerating me.
I’ll talk to you tomorrow, William.
billyjeanbeckett replied to your post: billyjeanbeckett replied to your photo: This made…
Make your own sandwich, asshole. You’re the better cook anyway.
You don’t have to cook to make a sandwich. But it’s cool, you need some space.
billyjeanbeckett replied to your photo: This made me laugh for like ten — oh, who am I…
Excuse me while I lock myself in my room all day. Oh my god.
If you do that, who’s going to make me a sandwich? Come on now.
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billyjeanbeckett replied to your post: Sometimes, I look at my tag to punish myself.
Stay out of your tag, dude. That’s my job. (i look at it for the opposite reason, but all the same.) People can be so blissfully unaware of their own idiocy. It’s actually kind of funny.
I wish I had that sort of blissful ignorance.
Sometimes, I look at my tag to punish myself.
Okay i’m totally doing a fangirl catch up, Did Ryan Ross really cheat on Keltie? I remember when i was 10 i wanted her to get hit by a fucking bus, but cheating on her is harsh…
So the above is from my tag. They wanted her to die by getting hit by a bus but cheating is way worse than death. Way worse. Than death.
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A proposition || William & Ryan (complete log)
Summary: Live with me? No, live with me. Oh! Okay.
Typically, Ryan Ross had no issue making plans with William Beckett. The idea of spending time with him was something that was comfortable to the recovering addict. Today was no different. The boy had finished up recording for that day, heading over to William’s house for a little bit of a late lunch. He brought a large sub with him for the...
billyjeanbeckett replied to your photo: still perfect?
i still slumber partied with you, so i must’ve thought so.
I’ll slumber party with you whenever, Beckett.
weedsonkeys replied to your photo: It’s hard work to stay this hip(ster)
Your homo is showing.
You must be looking in a mirror, dude bro.
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Happy V Day. || William & Ryan (complete log)
Summary: Nice dinner, nice deeds, nice sex. I love you too!
William led the way into the house, his wrist bent awkwardly to tug Ryan’s hand behind him, finishing a story he’d started in the car ride home. “Yeah, and I swear to God, I thought we were gonna die. This guy is like, Gabe sized, and he’s after us. And Gabe just keeps telling me to run away, and I’m like fucking frozen.” He shook his...
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Damn. RIP Whitney Houston
Always sad when talent passes away.
billyjeanbeckett replied to your photo: It’s this dude’s birthday tomorrow. (He really…
you’re not my friend anymore, ryan ross! don’t make fun of my lack of tech skills. you are a good dude, though.
I’m cruel.
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Sour like the taste of disappointment || William &...
Ryan’s day had come and subsequently gone without much thought. The boy was tired, out in Compton for most of the night before trying to score Oxycodone to make up for the pills that he had taken from William and downed himself. Six in all over the course of two days left Ryan shaking and guilty. This wasn’t the life that he wanted to live, but the disease that gripped him said...
billyjeanbeckett replied to your photo: Hello, dog. Time to take you to get your balls…
pour thing. i’m glad i got you to do this part. i can’t.
I’m the mean one. You guys get to be the nice ones. When Dog sees me coming, he knows it’s the vet office or the groomers.
waymikey replied to your photo: Hello, dog. Time to take you to get your balls…
hahahah. damn dude. good luck! i think..?
I told Evie that we had to take Dog to go and get fixed and she told me “but he’s not broke, Ryan!” Good enough, she doesn’t need to know I’m severing and removing his testicles.
I'm fucking sorry.
zoobeedeschanel:
Don’t be sad for me; be sad for yourself. I am. I’m sad no one is there to smack the ever-loving shit out of you. What are you thinking? You do realize that they’re narcotics, right? And that they won’t let you just refill them whenever you want? If he has refills, they’re on a timer and you just fucked him over.
I’m taking care of it. They messed up! But they’re...