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10:18pm August 1, 2014

Going to bed

Will reply to anything and everything tomorrow :) goodnight!

10:06pm August 1, 2014

 Closed Rp with Vampireleader

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Ugh. Fighting with pete always made mike emotional. He decided he was going to try to clam down the situation.
TXT: i dont think u need to hate ur body to change it
TXT: look im sorry for upsetting u. I was needed to get all that off my chest…
TXT: this situation is just a lot to take in.
TXT: i was being a dick im sorry. :(
Ugh he didnt even know how to deal with his emotions anymore. He lay flat on his bed in nothing but a towel and covered in glitter. He was an idiot.

Pete was not okay with Mike’s poor attempt at calming him. He didn’t understand, and he never would because he hadn’t been through it. But if he could manage to educate someone who didn’t understand, it would be a step in the right direction. Though he really did need to take a moment to calm down. Taking a deep breath, he texted Mike again.

[text] You don’t understand, Mike. And you probably never will.
[text] I don’t want to change my body because I hate it.
[text] I want to change it because I was born in the wrong body. I might physically be a woman, but I’m a man.
[text] I don’t hate my body. I hate the fact that it’s the wrong one.
[text] Things would be so much easier if I were a cis man.

Mike sighed. He reread Pete’s texts trying to formulate something back that might actually do something possitive. Everything mike typed just didn’t seem to work. He settled eventually on a few texts.
TXT: well this isnt exactly a world where you can trade in your body if you dont like it.
TXT: the only thing you can really do is change the one you already have.
TXT: ur already taking testosterone right? then you’re like a little closer to the body u want… Right?

Pete was a little caught off guard by Mike’s response. He ran a hand through his hair, heaving a sigh.

[text] I’m well aware of that. That’s why I’m trying to change the one I have.[text] Yeah, I am…
[text] It’s only a small step, but it’s closer than I’ve ever been.
[text] I just want to be comfortable in my own skin.

9:52pm August 1, 2014

 Closed Rp with Vampireleader

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Ugh. Fighting with pete always made mike emotional. He decided he was going to try to clam down the situation.
TXT: i dont think u need to hate ur body to change it
TXT: look im sorry for upsetting u. I was needed to get all that off my chest…
TXT: this situation is just a lot to take in.
TXT: i was being a dick im sorry. :(
Ugh he didnt even know how to deal with his emotions anymore. He lay flat on his bed in nothing but a towel and covered in glitter. He was an idiot.

Pete was not okay with Mike’s poor attempt at calming him. He didn’t understand, and he never would because he hadn’t been through it. But if he could manage to educate someone who didn’t understand, it would be a step in the right direction. Though he really did need to take a moment to calm down. Taking a deep breath, he texted Mike again.

[text] You don’t understand, Mike. And you probably never will.
[text] I don’t want to change my body because I hate it.
[text] I want to change it because I was born in the wrong body. I might physically be a woman, but I’m a man.
[text] I don’t hate my body. I hate the fact that it’s the wrong one.
[text] Things would be so much easier if I were a cis man.

9:27pm August 1, 2014

 Closed Rp with Vampireleader

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Mike got the keys and lead Pete to the car. He knew he was making Pete upset by having a slight separation than before,but it was hard for mike to be completely accepting of Pete. It sucked to think about everything physical mike had thought about Pete was never going to happen. And the thought that Pete lied to him. The whole thing made Pete feel used.
Mike drove quietly to school and stopped at the front of the school.
" don’t forget your lunch, I love you, bye." Mike handed Pete his bag and watched Pete get out of the car.

Pete got in the car with Mike, very tempted to ask what the hell was going through his head because he was definitely off, but decided he would ask it later. Maybe after school was over, or he’d text Mike during one of his classes if he got bored, but whatever it was, was killing him. He couldn’t stand the awkwardness between them. “Thanks. Love you too.” Pete mumbled, grabbing his bag and getting out of the car. “I swear, sometimes it’s like you’re my fucking mom instead of my boyfriend.” The last part was supposed to stay a thought, but he’d ended up saying it.

Mike smirked. ” i hope I’m a better mom than your last one.” Mike replied. He waved goodbye to pete and drove off back home. He figured he actually do something today instead of moping around the house. He was disappointed pete didn’t eat his breakfast. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered making food for pete. Half the time he never liked the weird “health” food or didn’t eat it at all. Mike was a little more than pissed off that mike put in a lot of effort with their relationship and pete hid things from him and lied the whole way.
Mike just wanted to calm himself down. He figured he might as well have a drink. He kinda deserved one.
He got home and opened a bottle of Chattel Montalanà. It was an expensive wine that was really amazing. Screw pete. He poured himself a glass and sipped it while deciding what to do.
He figured he should sell the stocks and look into his bank status. He figured he should make sure he had plenty of money for Pete’s eventual surgury.
This whole thing was annoying. But he was never going to tell pete that.

Pete rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He said, walking towards the school. The minute he was inside, he set his bag down and pulled out the oversized sweater he always kept in the bag, tugging it on. If he looked like a mess today, might as well finish it off like everyone else did with a sweater to cover themselves up.
The first class he had was in his braille teacher’s room, and it was more of a study hall than an actual class, so if he wanted to eat part of his lunch, he could, though he wasn’t hungry at all. He greeted his teacher, took a seat, and pulled his phone out. He wanted to text Mike, but decided against it, after he’d written the message.
[text] what the fuck is going on with you? -unsent.

Mike made his way upstairs with his glass and sat himself infront of his laptop. If pete knew he drinking, hed be pissed. Whatever, its not like he was doing anything today.
He logged onto his bank accounts. One had quite a bit of money in it but would have to be closed to get all the money out of it. Ugh. Hed do that later. When pete actually talked to him.

Pete was pretty quiet for most of his study hall-like class, which was a little concerning to his teacher, but she shrugged it off. He went through most of his classes like that, only speaking when directly addressed, much like his usual self, just a little less talkative. Most people wouldn’t notice any difference at all.

Mike finished looking at all his accounts and decided to get another glass. Only pete stressed him enough to drink at 10 am. He poured himself a hefty glass of wine. He wanted to feel good, so he figured he’d take a badass bubble bath.
He typically took one every month so he had a lot of cool bath stuff. He shuffled through the bathroom grabbing some bath bombs and some bubble stuff.
It usually took mike a half an hour to get everything ready for a bath. It was less about getting clean and more about feeling good. He brought in some smell good candles and his laptop so he could watch a movie.
He wondered if pete was ever gonna take one with him. He’d probably just complain anyway. He never liked stuff like this.
Mike started the bath with hot water on full. Mike sipped on his wine and threw in the bubble bath and bath bombs. They fizzed and smelling so good.
Mike took a picture of the bath then sent it to pete.
Txt: check out my badass bath

Pete was in his music theory class, one of the only classes he actually wore his reading glasses in, when Mike texted him. He groaned when his phone vibrated. Why did people always text him in the classes he didn’t hate? He checked the text, almost snorting when he saw it.
[text] hah badass is one way to put it
Pete shoved his phone into his pocket as he turned his attention back to the theory work he was supposed to be doing. Notes and clefs, ugh, why couldn’t they do something more challenging like flats or sharps? They’d get to it, the teacher had said, but as much as he didn’t hate the class, it was still a little too slow paced for Pete.

Mike brought up the bottle of wine before getting into the bathtub. The water was pretty hot but it felt nice. It felt like a warm blanket. They had a pretty big bathtub so mike could have the water up to his chest. It was like a little pool.
Mike realized too late that he put in a glitter bath bomb. Oops. He knew he shouldn’t have bought them. He initially bought them as a joke so Pete would get all glittery because he couldn’t see it.
Mike got his phone and took another picture. He took a picture of himself in the bath with all the glitter and bubbles.
Txt: I accidentally used the glitter bomb, whoops

Pete looked a bit ahead in his theory book, wanting to get as much done as he could so he wouldn’t have to do it later, when his phone vibrated again. Really? For once, he really wished Mike wouldn’t text him during class, since he didn’t hate any of his music classes.
[text] can’t see the glitter
[text] but be careful not to drop your phone in there
[text] you’ll end up with a glittery, soapy mess for a phone
[text] bonus: it won’t work anymore :p

Mike set the phone down on the floor after sending another text
TXT: what are u doing? Im borrrreeeddd.
TXT: im gonna send u nude pics and get you in trouble >:)
Mike took like eight photos, mostly appropiate, only one had slight nudity. All of which mike made kind of sexual expressions. He knew pete was just gonna get annoyed but not in trouble.
Mike figured he was probably kind of drunk at this point. He nearly finished off the bottle of wine. Mike always got incredibly silly when he was intoxicated.
He figured after his bath hed have to eat something so he could be sober enough to drive pete home from school.
Mike dunked his head underwater and got a flurry of glitter in his hair. Man he was going to look flaming gay when he was to pick up pete.

[text] I’m in theory class
[text] I swear to god, if you get me into trouble, I’ll move out
[text] I’m not about to get into trouble for your poor decision making >:(
Pete sent the texts, a little annoyed that the idea had even crossed Mike’s mind, even more annoyed by the fact that he actually sent the pictures. What part of “in class” did Mike not seem to understand. He was tempted to just turn his phone off for the remainder of the day, see how Mike liked that. Instead, as he went to shove his phone back into his pocket, the text he had meant to delete and not send to Mike, was sent.

Mike was pretty upset when pete sent him the last few messages. Pete could be so mean sometimes. Mike wondered why he even bothered.
What the hell was up with the last text ” what the fuck is going on with you?” What was so far up petes ass to be such a dick. What the fuck was going on with pete more like- he was the one lying and hiding things from mike. Not the other way around.
As far as mike could see, he had done nothing but try to make light of a tough situation. Oh but no, pete had to be an asshole when mike was trying to fix the tension between them. Mike didnt want to text back after the angry texts he received from pete but he wanted to show pete how much of dick he was.
TXT: you literally make me unhappy every day.

Pete wondered what wee taking Mike so long to reply, since if felt like he was usually being spammed by Mike, and decided to check his phone to see if he’d just happened to miss the message. That was when he realized what he’d sent.
[text] shit, ignore the last text I sent
[text] I sent it to the wrong person
It was partially a lie, he hadn’t meant to send it at all, but he figured that would be easier to get out of than “I meant to delete it instead of sending it to you.” That probably wouldn’t get him far.
His phone buzzed and he read Mike’s text, shocked.
[text] what?

Mike couldn’t even really enjoy his bath once pete had put him in a bad mood. He got out of the tub and dried off with a towel and went back into his room. He didnt even get why pete was that upset with him. It was just some stupid texts. My heard his phone vibrate and read the texts from pete.
Oh yeah how convient. He didnt mean to send that to mike, yeah fucking right.
TXT: who else would that last text be for? Its obvious ur just being a dick for no reason like always
TXT: im just sick of ur inconsiderate shit. Im always worrying about you and being nice and basically waiting on you hand and foot and u lie to be about who u are. Which i understand, i know thats hard, but i find it fucking rude to even think that id be anything but accepting of you.
TXT:you know how much i love you, but ur mean it me.
TXT:for no reason

Pete could not believe what he was reading. Was that really how Mike thought of him? He never intended to be inconsiderate or anything of the sort. Never intended to make it seem like he didn’t love Mike. Mike was his whole fucking world. But this was ridiculous.
[text] this is really what’s been bothering you?
[text] is that all you see me as? An inconsiderate dick who lied about who I am?
[text] how the hell was I supposed to know how you would react?
[text] Yes I’m a fucking woman. I have breasts and a fucking vagina.
[text] I was born in the wrong fucking body.
[text] excuse me for being uncomfortable with my own fucking body
[text] excuse me for being disgusted and ashamed of who I am
[text] excuse me for not telling you because I was fucking scared
[text] excuse me for not telling you because I didn’t want you to see me any differently
[text] excuse me for not wanting you to be as disgusted with my body as I am
[text] if you want to think of me that way, fine, but don’t expect me to come home

8:59pm August 1, 2014

 Closed Rp with Vampireleader

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Mike got the keys and lead Pete to the car. He knew he was making Pete upset by having a slight separation than before,but it was hard for mike to be completely accepting of Pete. It sucked to think about everything physical mike had thought about Pete was never going to happen. And the thought that Pete lied to him. The whole thing made Pete feel used.
Mike drove quietly to school and stopped at the front of the school.
" don’t forget your lunch, I love you, bye." Mike handed Pete his bag and watched Pete get out of the car.

Pete got in the car with Mike, very tempted to ask what the hell was going through his head because he was definitely off, but decided he would ask it later. Maybe after school was over, or he’d text Mike during one of his classes if he got bored, but whatever it was, was killing him. He couldn’t stand the awkwardness between them. “Thanks. Love you too.” Pete mumbled, grabbing his bag and getting out of the car. “I swear, sometimes it’s like you’re my fucking mom instead of my boyfriend.” The last part was supposed to stay a thought, but he’d ended up saying it.

Mike smirked. ” i hope I’m a better mom than your last one.” Mike replied. He waved goodbye to pete and drove off back home. He figured he actually do something today instead of moping around the house. He was disappointed pete didn’t eat his breakfast. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered making food for pete. Half the time he never liked the weird “health” food or didn’t eat it at all. Mike was a little more than pissed off that mike put in a lot of effort with their relationship and pete hid things from him and lied the whole way.
Mike just wanted to calm himself down. He figured he might as well have a drink. He kinda deserved one.
He got home and opened a bottle of Chattel Montalanà. It was an expensive wine that was really amazing. Screw pete. He poured himself a glass and sipped it while deciding what to do.
He figured he should sell the stocks and look into his bank status. He figured he should make sure he had plenty of money for Pete’s eventual surgury.
This whole thing was annoying. But he was never going to tell pete that.

Pete rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He said, walking towards the school. The minute he was inside, he set his bag down and pulled out the oversized sweater he always kept in the bag, tugging it on. If he looked like a mess today, might as well finish it off like everyone else did with a sweater to cover themselves up.
The first class he had was in his braille teacher’s room, and it was more of a study hall than an actual class, so if he wanted to eat part of his lunch, he could, though he wasn’t hungry at all. He greeted his teacher, took a seat, and pulled his phone out. He wanted to text Mike, but decided against it, after he’d written the message.
[text] what the fuck is going on with you? -unsent.

Mike made his way upstairs with his glass and sat himself infront of his laptop. If pete knew he drinking, hed be pissed. Whatever, its not like he was doing anything today.
He logged onto his bank accounts. One had quite a bit of money in it but would have to be closed to get all the money out of it. Ugh. Hed do that later. When pete actually talked to him.

Pete was pretty quiet for most of his study hall-like class, which was a little concerning to his teacher, but she shrugged it off. He went through most of his classes like that, only speaking when directly addressed, much like his usual self, just a little less talkative. Most people wouldn’t notice any difference at all.

Mike finished looking at all his accounts and decided to get another glass. Only pete stressed him enough to drink at 10 am. He poured himself a hefty glass of wine. He wanted to feel good, so he figured he’d take a badass bubble bath.
He typically took one every month so he had a lot of cool bath stuff. He shuffled through the bathroom grabbing some bath bombs and some bubble stuff.
It usually took mike a half an hour to get everything ready for a bath. It was less about getting clean and more about feeling good. He brought in some smell good candles and his laptop so he could watch a movie.
He wondered if pete was ever gonna take one with him. He’d probably just complain anyway. He never liked stuff like this.
Mike started the bath with hot water on full. Mike sipped on his wine and threw in the bubble bath and bath bombs. They fizzed and smelling so good.
Mike took a picture of the bath then sent it to pete.
Txt: check out my badass bath

Pete was in his music theory class, one of the only classes he actually wore his reading glasses in, when Mike texted him. He groaned when his phone vibrated. Why did people always text him in the classes he didn’t hate? He checked the text, almost snorting when he saw it.
[text] hah badass is one way to put it
Pete shoved his phone into his pocket as he turned his attention back to the theory work he was supposed to be doing. Notes and clefs, ugh, why couldn’t they do something more challenging like flats or sharps? They’d get to it, the teacher had said, but as much as he didn’t hate the class, it was still a little too slow paced for Pete.

Mike brought up the bottle of wine before getting into the bathtub. The water was pretty hot but it felt nice. It felt like a warm blanket. They had a pretty big bathtub so mike could have the water up to his chest. It was like a little pool.
Mike realized too late that he put in a glitter bath bomb. Oops. He knew he shouldn’t have bought them. He initially bought them as a joke so Pete would get all glittery because he couldn’t see it.
Mike got his phone and took another picture. He took a picture of himself in the bath with all the glitter and bubbles.
Txt: I accidentally used the glitter bomb, whoops

Pete looked a bit ahead in his theory book, wanting to get as much done as he could so he wouldn’t have to do it later, when his phone vibrated again. Really? For once, he really wished Mike wouldn’t text him during class, since he didn’t hate any of his music classes.
[text] can’t see the glitter
[text] but be careful not to drop your phone in there
[text] you’ll end up with a glittery, soapy mess for a phone
[text] bonus: it won’t work anymore :p

Mike set the phone down on the floor after sending another text
TXT: what are u doing? Im borrrreeeddd.
TXT: im gonna send u nude pics and get you in trouble >:)
Mike took like eight photos, mostly appropiate, only one had slight nudity. All of which mike made kind of sexual expressions. He knew pete was just gonna get annoyed but not in trouble.
Mike figured he was probably kind of drunk at this point. He nearly finished off the bottle of wine. Mike always got incredibly silly when he was intoxicated.
He figured after his bath hed have to eat something so he could be sober enough to drive pete home from school.
Mike dunked his head underwater and got a flurry of glitter in his hair. Man he was going to look flaming gay when he was to pick up pete.

[text] I’m in theory class
[text] I swear to god, if you get me into trouble, I’ll move out
[text] I’m not about to get into trouble for your poor decision making >:(
Pete sent the texts, a little annoyed that the idea had even crossed Mike’s mind, even more annoyed by the fact that he actually sent the pictures. What part of “in class” did Mike not seem to understand. He was tempted to just turn his phone off for the remainder of the day, see how Mike liked that. Instead, as he went to shove his phone back into his pocket, the text he had meant to delete and not send to Mike, was sent.

Mike was pretty upset when pete sent him the last few messages. Pete could be so mean sometimes. Mike wondered why he even bothered.
What the hell was up with the last text ” what the fuck is going on with you?” What was so far up petes ass to be such a dick. What the fuck was going on with pete more like- he was the one lying and hiding things from mike. Not the other way around.
As far as mike could see, he had done nothing but try to make light of a tough situation. Oh but no, pete had to be an asshole when mike was trying to fix the tension between them. Mike didnt want to text back after the angry texts he received from pete but he wanted to show pete how much of dick he was.
TXT: you literally make me unhappy every day.

Pete wondered what wee taking Mike so long to reply, since if felt like he was usually being spammed by Mike, and decided to check his phone to see if he’d just happened to miss the message. That was when he realized what he’d sent.
[text] shit, ignore the last text I sent
[text] I sent it to the wrong person
It was partially a lie, he hadn’t meant to send it at all, but he figured that would be easier to get out of than “I meant to delete it instead of sending it to you.” That probably wouldn’t get him far.
His phone buzzed and he read Mike’s text, shocked.
[text] what?

8:36pm August 1, 2014

 Closed Rp with Vampireleader

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Mike got the keys and lead Pete to the car. He knew he was making Pete upset by having a slight separation than before,but it was hard for mike to be completely accepting of Pete. It sucked to think about everything physical mike had thought about Pete was never going to happen. And the thought that Pete lied to him. The whole thing made Pete feel used.
Mike drove quietly to school and stopped at the front of the school.
" don’t forget your lunch, I love you, bye." Mike handed Pete his bag and watched Pete get out of the car.

Pete got in the car with Mike, very tempted to ask what the hell was going through his head because he was definitely off, but decided he would ask it later. Maybe after school was over, or he’d text Mike during one of his classes if he got bored, but whatever it was, was killing him. He couldn’t stand the awkwardness between them. “Thanks. Love you too.” Pete mumbled, grabbing his bag and getting out of the car. “I swear, sometimes it’s like you’re my fucking mom instead of my boyfriend.” The last part was supposed to stay a thought, but he’d ended up saying it.

Mike smirked. ” i hope I’m a better mom than your last one.” Mike replied. He waved goodbye to pete and drove off back home. He figured he actually do something today instead of moping around the house. He was disappointed pete didn’t eat his breakfast. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered making food for pete. Half the time he never liked the weird “health” food or didn’t eat it at all. Mike was a little more than pissed off that mike put in a lot of effort with their relationship and pete hid things from him and lied the whole way.
Mike just wanted to calm himself down. He figured he might as well have a drink. He kinda deserved one.
He got home and opened a bottle of Chattel Montalanà. It was an expensive wine that was really amazing. Screw pete. He poured himself a glass and sipped it while deciding what to do.
He figured he should sell the stocks and look into his bank status. He figured he should make sure he had plenty of money for Pete’s eventual surgury.
This whole thing was annoying. But he was never going to tell pete that.

Pete rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He said, walking towards the school. The minute he was inside, he set his bag down and pulled out the oversized sweater he always kept in the bag, tugging it on. If he looked like a mess today, might as well finish it off like everyone else did with a sweater to cover themselves up.
The first class he had was in his braille teacher’s room, and it was more of a study hall than an actual class, so if he wanted to eat part of his lunch, he could, though he wasn’t hungry at all. He greeted his teacher, took a seat, and pulled his phone out. He wanted to text Mike, but decided against it, after he’d written the message.
[text] what the fuck is going on with you? -unsent.

Mike made his way upstairs with his glass and sat himself infront of his laptop. If pete knew he drinking, hed be pissed. Whatever, its not like he was doing anything today.
He logged onto his bank accounts. One had quite a bit of money in it but would have to be closed to get all the money out of it. Ugh. Hed do that later. When pete actually talked to him.

Pete was pretty quiet for most of his study hall-like class, which was a little concerning to his teacher, but she shrugged it off. He went through most of his classes like that, only speaking when directly addressed, much like his usual self, just a little less talkative. Most people wouldn’t notice any difference at all.

Mike finished looking at all his accounts and decided to get another glass. Only pete stressed him enough to drink at 10 am. He poured himself a hefty glass of wine. He wanted to feel good, so he figured he’d take a badass bubble bath.
He typically took one every month so he had a lot of cool bath stuff. He shuffled through the bathroom grabbing some bath bombs and some bubble stuff.
It usually took mike a half an hour to get everything ready for a bath. It was less about getting clean and more about feeling good. He brought in some smell good candles and his laptop so he could watch a movie.
He wondered if pete was ever gonna take one with him. He’d probably just complain anyway. He never liked stuff like this.
Mike started the bath with hot water on full. Mike sipped on his wine and threw in the bubble bath and bath bombs. They fizzed and smelling so good.
Mike took a picture of the bath then sent it to pete.
Txt: check out my badass bath

Pete was in his music theory class, one of the only classes he actually wore his reading glasses in, when Mike texted him. He groaned when his phone vibrated. Why did people always text him in the classes he didn’t hate? He checked the text, almost snorting when he saw it.
[text] hah badass is one way to put it
Pete shoved his phone into his pocket as he turned his attention back to the theory work he was supposed to be doing. Notes and clefs, ugh, why couldn’t they do something more challenging like flats or sharps? They’d get to it, the teacher had said, but as much as he didn’t hate the class, it was still a little too slow paced for Pete.

Mike brought up the bottle of wine before getting into the bathtub. The water was pretty hot but it felt nice. It felt like a warm blanket. They had a pretty big bathtub so mike could have the water up to his chest. It was like a little pool.
Mike realized too late that he put in a glitter bath bomb. Oops. He knew he shouldn’t have bought them. He initially bought them as a joke so Pete would get all glittery because he couldn’t see it.
Mike got his phone and took another picture. He took a picture of himself in the bath with all the glitter and bubbles.
Txt: I accidentally used the glitter bomb, whoops

Pete looked a bit ahead in his theory book, wanting to get as much done as he could so he wouldn’t have to do it later, when his phone vibrated again. Really? For once, he really wished Mike wouldn’t text him during class, since he didn’t hate any of his music classes.
[text] can’t see the glitter
[text] but be careful not to drop your phone in there
[text] you’ll end up with a glittery, soapy mess for a phone
[text] bonus: it won’t work anymore :p

Mike set the phone down on the floor after sending another text
TXT: what are u doing? Im borrrreeeddd.
TXT: im gonna send u nude pics and get you in trouble >:)
Mike took like eight photos, mostly appropiate, only one had slight nudity. All of which mike made kind of sexual expressions. He knew pete was just gonna get annoyed but not in trouble.
Mike figured he was probably kind of drunk at this point. He nearly finished off the bottle of wine. Mike always got incredibly silly when he was intoxicated.
He figured after his bath hed have to eat something so he could be sober enough to drive pete home from school.
Mike dunked his head underwater and got a flurry of glitter in his hair. Man he was going to look flaming gay when he was to pick up pete.

[text] I’m in theory class
[text] I swear to god, if you get me into trouble, I’ll move out
[text] I’m not about to get into trouble for your poor decision making >:(
Pete sent the texts, a little annoyed that the idea had even crossed Mike’s mind, even more annoyed by the fact that he actually sent the pictures. What part of “in class” did Mike not seem to understand. He was tempted to just turn his phone off for the remainder of the day, see how Mike liked that. Instead, as he went to shove his phone back into his pocket, the text he had meant to delete and not send to Mike, was sent.

8:29pm August 1, 2014

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8:12pm August 1, 2014

 Closed Rp with Vampireleader

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Mike got the keys and lead Pete to the car. He knew he was making Pete upset by having a slight separation than before,but it was hard for mike to be completely accepting of Pete. It sucked to think about everything physical mike had thought about Pete was never going to happen. And the thought that Pete lied to him. The whole thing made Pete feel used.
Mike drove quietly to school and stopped at the front of the school.
" don’t forget your lunch, I love you, bye." Mike handed Pete his bag and watched Pete get out of the car.

Pete got in the car with Mike, very tempted to ask what the hell was going through his head because he was definitely off, but decided he would ask it later. Maybe after school was over, or he’d text Mike during one of his classes if he got bored, but whatever it was, was killing him. He couldn’t stand the awkwardness between them. “Thanks. Love you too.” Pete mumbled, grabbing his bag and getting out of the car. “I swear, sometimes it’s like you’re my fucking mom instead of my boyfriend.” The last part was supposed to stay a thought, but he’d ended up saying it.

Mike smirked. ” i hope I’m a better mom than your last one.” Mike replied. He waved goodbye to pete and drove off back home. He figured he actually do something today instead of moping around the house. He was disappointed pete didn’t eat his breakfast. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered making food for pete. Half the time he never liked the weird “health” food or didn’t eat it at all. Mike was a little more than pissed off that mike put in a lot of effort with their relationship and pete hid things from him and lied the whole way.
Mike just wanted to calm himself down. He figured he might as well have a drink. He kinda deserved one.
He got home and opened a bottle of Chattel Montalanà. It was an expensive wine that was really amazing. Screw pete. He poured himself a glass and sipped it while deciding what to do.
He figured he should sell the stocks and look into his bank status. He figured he should make sure he had plenty of money for Pete’s eventual surgury.
This whole thing was annoying. But he was never going to tell pete that.

Pete rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He said, walking towards the school. The minute he was inside, he set his bag down and pulled out the oversized sweater he always kept in the bag, tugging it on. If he looked like a mess today, might as well finish it off like everyone else did with a sweater to cover themselves up.
The first class he had was in his braille teacher’s room, and it was more of a study hall than an actual class, so if he wanted to eat part of his lunch, he could, though he wasn’t hungry at all. He greeted his teacher, took a seat, and pulled his phone out. He wanted to text Mike, but decided against it, after he’d written the message.
[text] what the fuck is going on with you? -unsent.

Mike made his way upstairs with his glass and sat himself infront of his laptop. If pete knew he drinking, hed be pissed. Whatever, its not like he was doing anything today.
He logged onto his bank accounts. One had quite a bit of money in it but would have to be closed to get all the money out of it. Ugh. Hed do that later. When pete actually talked to him.

Pete was pretty quiet for most of his study hall-like class, which was a little concerning to his teacher, but she shrugged it off. He went through most of his classes like that, only speaking when directly addressed, much like his usual self, just a little less talkative. Most people wouldn’t notice any difference at all.

Mike finished looking at all his accounts and decided to get another glass. Only pete stressed him enough to drink at 10 am. He poured himself a hefty glass of wine. He wanted to feel good, so he figured he’d take a badass bubble bath.
He typically took one every month so he had a lot of cool bath stuff. He shuffled through the bathroom grabbing some bath bombs and some bubble stuff.
It usually took mike a half an hour to get everything ready for a bath. It was less about getting clean and more about feeling good. He brought in some smell good candles and his laptop so he could watch a movie.
He wondered if pete was ever gonna take one with him. He’d probably just complain anyway. He never liked stuff like this.
Mike started the bath with hot water on full. Mike sipped on his wine and threw in the bubble bath and bath bombs. They fizzed and smelling so good.
Mike took a picture of the bath then sent it to pete.
Txt: check out my badass bath

Pete was in his music theory class, one of the only classes he actually wore his reading glasses in, when Mike texted him. He groaned when his phone vibrated. Why did people always text him in the classes he didn’t hate? He checked the text, almost snorting when he saw it.
[text] hah badass is one way to put it
Pete shoved his phone into his pocket as he turned his attention back to the theory work he was supposed to be doing. Notes and clefs, ugh, why couldn’t they do something more challenging like flats or sharps? They’d get to it, the teacher had said, but as much as he didn’t hate the class, it was still a little too slow paced for Pete.

Mike brought up the bottle of wine before getting into the bathtub. The water was pretty hot but it felt nice. It felt like a warm blanket. They had a pretty big bathtub so mike could have the water up to his chest. It was like a little pool.
Mike realized too late that he put in a glitter bath bomb. Oops. He knew he shouldn’t have bought them. He initially bought them as a joke so Pete would get all glittery because he couldn’t see it.
Mike got his phone and took another picture. He took a picture of himself in the bath with all the glitter and bubbles.
Txt: I accidentally used the glitter bomb, whoops

Pete looked a bit ahead in his theory book, wanting to get as much done as he could so he wouldn’t have to do it later, when his phone vibrated again. Really? For once, he really wished Mike wouldn’t text him during class, since he didn’t hate any of his music classes.
[text] can’t see the glitter
[text] but be careful not to drop your phone in there
[text] you’ll end up with a glittery, soapy mess for a phone
[text] bonus: it won’t work anymore :p

5:56pm August 1, 2014
porsche-the-raisins-girl asked: "Pete, can you take me ice skating, please?" Porsche begged. //sorry, I wanted to start a new thread :0

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Pete glanced at her. “Huh? Why do you wanna go I’ve skating all of a sudden?” He asked.

Porsche was sitting at the table and shrugged her shoulders. She sipped her coffee and looked at Pete. “I haven’t gone in a long time.”

Pete nodded. “Alright. That kinda sounds like a fun idea, I guess.” He shrugged.

Porsche clapped her hands together. “Yay! Oh my gosh! Have you ever been ice skating? It’s so much fun! I haven’t gone since I has six-years-old. I remember this one time I fell. Oh my gosh, but like, I always fall.”

Pete shook his head. “I never had the money to go, nor would I have been allowed to go ice skating, since I’m legally blind.”

Porsche giggled. “You don’t have to pay for it. I know a secret place where you can do it for free.” Porsche whispered.

Pete shrugged. “That’s cool, but either way, it’s probably not safe for me to go ice skating.”

"Oh, please!" Porsche begged. She poked Pete’s hand repetitively.

Pete finally gave in. “Fine, fine. We can go.”

Porsche flailed her hands around and giggled. “Oh my gosh, yay! Thank you so much!” She scooted herself towards Pete’s side of the booth and hugged him.

Pete had, luckily, gotten used to receiving hugs from her. “Yeah, yeah. Just glad you’re happy about it.” He mumbled.

"Oh my gosh, maybe I can help you. I could teach you how to. I mean, I can’t let you go cause I don’t want you to fall, but I’ll syill help you." Porsche smiled and looked down at Pete’s coffee mug. "Do you want more coffee? I can call the waitress over."

Pete shrugged. “I’ll probably clung to the wall either way, so it wouldn’t really matter.” He said, though appreciated the offer. “Oh, yeah. Kinda.”

Porsche shook her head. “There’s no wall. It’s outside. There’s this pond that always freezes up during winter. It’s somewhere in the forest. I have ice skates at my house, we can go pick them up.” She looked around for the waitress and called her over. The waitress poured more coffee into Pete’s mug and left.

Pete made a face. “I thought you were talking about a place inside. I don’t think I’ll wanna bother trying to skate if it’s outside…” He said, taking a sip of his coffee mug.

Porsche pouted and played with a small patch of hair that was in her face. “Oh, okay.” She took a slow sip of her coffee and rubbed her finger on the rim of the mug. “We can do whatever you want this time.”

Pete shook his head. “We can go, that doesn’t bother me, I just won’t get on the ice.” He insisted.

3:26pm August 1, 2014
porsche-the-raisins-girl asked: "Pete, can you take me ice skating, please?" Porsche begged. //sorry, I wanted to start a new thread :0

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Pete glanced at her. “Huh? Why do you wanna go I’ve skating all of a sudden?” He asked.

Porsche was sitting at the table and shrugged her shoulders. She sipped her coffee and looked at Pete. “I haven’t gone in a long time.”

Pete nodded. “Alright. That kinda sounds like a fun idea, I guess.” He shrugged.

Porsche clapped her hands together. “Yay! Oh my gosh! Have you ever been ice skating? It’s so much fun! I haven’t gone since I has six-years-old. I remember this one time I fell. Oh my gosh, but like, I always fall.”

Pete shook his head. “I never had the money to go, nor would I have been allowed to go ice skating, since I’m legally blind.”

Porsche giggled. “You don’t have to pay for it. I know a secret place where you can do it for free.” Porsche whispered.

Pete shrugged. “That’s cool, but either way, it’s probably not safe for me to go ice skating.”

"Oh, please!" Porsche begged. She poked Pete’s hand repetitively.

Pete finally gave in. “Fine, fine. We can go.”

Porsche flailed her hands around and giggled. “Oh my gosh, yay! Thank you so much!” She scooted herself towards Pete’s side of the booth and hugged him.

Pete had, luckily, gotten used to receiving hugs from her. “Yeah, yeah. Just glad you’re happy about it.” He mumbled.

"Oh my gosh, maybe I can help you. I could teach you how to. I mean, I can’t let you go cause I don’t want you to fall, but I’ll syill help you." Porsche smiled and looked down at Pete’s coffee mug. "Do you want more coffee? I can call the waitress over."

Pete shrugged. “I’ll probably clung to the wall either way, so it wouldn’t really matter.” He said, though appreciated the offer. “Oh, yeah. Kinda.”

Porsche shook her head. “There’s no wall. It’s outside. There’s this pond that always freezes up during winter. It’s somewhere in the forest. I have ice skates at my house, we can go pick them up.” She looked around for the waitress and called her over. The waitress poured more coffee into Pete’s mug and left.

Pete made a face. “I thought you were talking about a place inside. I don’t think I’ll wanna bother trying to skate if it’s outside…” He said, taking a sip of his coffee mug.

2:42pm August 1, 2014
porsche-the-raisins-girl asked: "Pete, can you take me ice skating, please?" Porsche begged. //sorry, I wanted to start a new thread :0

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Pete glanced at her. “Huh? Why do you wanna go I’ve skating all of a sudden?” He asked.

Porsche was sitting at the table and shrugged her shoulders. She sipped her coffee and looked at Pete. “I haven’t gone in a long time.”

Pete nodded. “Alright. That kinda sounds like a fun idea, I guess.” He shrugged.

Porsche clapped her hands together. “Yay! Oh my gosh! Have you ever been ice skating? It’s so much fun! I haven’t gone since I has six-years-old. I remember this one time I fell. Oh my gosh, but like, I always fall.”

Pete shook his head. “I never had the money to go, nor would I have been allowed to go ice skating, since I’m legally blind.”

Porsche giggled. “You don’t have to pay for it. I know a secret place where you can do it for free.” Porsche whispered.

Pete shrugged. “That’s cool, but either way, it’s probably not safe for me to go ice skating.”

"Oh, please!" Porsche begged. She poked Pete’s hand repetitively.

Pete finally gave in. “Fine, fine. We can go.”

Porsche flailed her hands around and giggled. “Oh my gosh, yay! Thank you so much!” She scooted herself towards Pete’s side of the booth and hugged him.

Pete had, luckily, gotten used to receiving hugs from her. “Yeah, yeah. Just glad you’re happy about it.” He mumbled.

"Oh my gosh, maybe I can help you. I could teach you how to. I mean, I can’t let you go cause I don’t want you to fall, but I’ll syill help you." Porsche smiled and looked down at Pete’s coffee mug. "Do you want more coffee? I can call the waitress over."

Pete shrugged. “I’ll probably clung to the wall either way, so it wouldn’t really matter.” He said, though appreciated the offer. “Oh, yeah. Kinda.”

2:08pm August 1, 2014
porsche-the-raisins-girl asked: "Pete, can you take me ice skating, please?" Porsche begged. //sorry, I wanted to start a new thread :0

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Pete glanced at her. “Huh? Why do you wanna go I’ve skating all of a sudden?” He asked.

Porsche was sitting at the table and shrugged her shoulders. She sipped her coffee and looked at Pete. “I haven’t gone in a long time.”

Pete nodded. “Alright. That kinda sounds like a fun idea, I guess.” He shrugged.

Porsche clapped her hands together. “Yay! Oh my gosh! Have you ever been ice skating? It’s so much fun! I haven’t gone since I has six-years-old. I remember this one time I fell. Oh my gosh, but like, I always fall.”

Pete shook his head. “I never had the money to go, nor would I have been allowed to go ice skating, since I’m legally blind.”

Porsche giggled. “You don’t have to pay for it. I know a secret place where you can do it for free.” Porsche whispered.

Pete shrugged. “That’s cool, but either way, it’s probably not safe for me to go ice skating.”

"Oh, please!" Porsche begged. She poked Pete’s hand repetitively.

Pete finally gave in. “Fine, fine. We can go.”

Porsche flailed her hands around and giggled. “Oh my gosh, yay! Thank you so much!” She scooted herself towards Pete’s side of the booth and hugged him.

Pete had, luckily, gotten used to receiving hugs from her. “Yeah, yeah. Just glad you’re happy about it.” He mumbled.

2:05pm August 1, 2014

 Closed Rp with Vampireleader

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Mike got the keys and lead Pete to the car. He knew he was making Pete upset by having a slight separation than before,but it was hard for mike to be completely accepting of Pete. It sucked to think about everything physical mike had thought about Pete was never going to happen. And the thought that Pete lied to him. The whole thing made Pete feel used.
Mike drove quietly to school and stopped at the front of the school.
" don’t forget your lunch, I love you, bye." Mike handed Pete his bag and watched Pete get out of the car.

Pete got in the car with Mike, very tempted to ask what the hell was going through his head because he was definitely off, but decided he would ask it later. Maybe after school was over, or he’d text Mike during one of his classes if he got bored, but whatever it was, was killing him. He couldn’t stand the awkwardness between them. “Thanks. Love you too.” Pete mumbled, grabbing his bag and getting out of the car. “I swear, sometimes it’s like you’re my fucking mom instead of my boyfriend.” The last part was supposed to stay a thought, but he’d ended up saying it.

Mike smirked. ” i hope I’m a better mom than your last one.” Mike replied. He waved goodbye to pete and drove off back home. He figured he actually do something today instead of moping around the house. He was disappointed pete didn’t eat his breakfast. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered making food for pete. Half the time he never liked the weird “health” food or didn’t eat it at all. Mike was a little more than pissed off that mike put in a lot of effort with their relationship and pete hid things from him and lied the whole way.
Mike just wanted to calm himself down. He figured he might as well have a drink. He kinda deserved one.
He got home and opened a bottle of Chattel Montalanà. It was an expensive wine that was really amazing. Screw pete. He poured himself a glass and sipped it while deciding what to do.
He figured he should sell the stocks and look into his bank status. He figured he should make sure he had plenty of money for Pete’s eventual surgury.
This whole thing was annoying. But he was never going to tell pete that.

Pete rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He said, walking towards the school. The minute he was inside, he set his bag down and pulled out the oversized sweater he always kept in the bag, tugging it on. If he looked like a mess today, might as well finish it off like everyone else did with a sweater to cover themselves up.
The first class he had was in his braille teacher’s room, and it was more of a study hall than an actual class, so if he wanted to eat part of his lunch, he could, though he wasn’t hungry at all. He greeted his teacher, took a seat, and pulled his phone out. He wanted to text Mike, but decided against it, after he’d written the message.
[text] what the fuck is going on with you? -unsent.

Mike made his way upstairs with his glass and sat himself infront of his laptop. If pete knew he drinking, hed be pissed. Whatever, its not like he was doing anything today.
He logged onto his bank accounts. One had quite a bit of money in it but would have to be closed to get all the money out of it. Ugh. Hed do that later. When pete actually talked to him.

Pete was pretty quiet for most of his study hall-like class, which was a little concerning to his teacher, but she shrugged it off. He went through most of his classes like that, only speaking when directly addressed, much like his usual self, just a little less talkative. Most people wouldn’t notice any difference at all.

Mike finished looking at all his accounts and decided to get another glass. Only pete stressed him enough to drink at 10 am. He poured himself a hefty glass of wine. He wanted to feel good, so he figured he’d take a badass bubble bath.
He typically took one every month so he had a lot of cool bath stuff. He shuffled through the bathroom grabbing some bath bombs and some bubble stuff.
It usually took mike a half an hour to get everything ready for a bath. It was less about getting clean and more about feeling good. He brought in some smell good candles and his laptop so he could watch a movie.
He wondered if pete was ever gonna take one with him. He’d probably just complain anyway. He never liked stuff like this.
Mike started the bath with hot water on full. Mike sipped on his wine and threw in the bubble bath and bath bombs. They fizzed and smelling so good.
Mike took a picture of the bath then sent it to pete.
Txt: check out my badass bath

Pete was in his music theory class, one of the only classes he actually wore his reading glasses in, when Mike texted him. He groaned when his phone vibrated. Why did people always text him in the classes he didn’t hate? He checked the text, almost snorting when he saw it.
[text] hah badass is one way to put it
Pete shoved his phone into his pocket as he turned his attention back to the theory work he was supposed to be doing. Notes and clefs, ugh, why couldn’t they do something more challenging like flats or sharps? They’d get to it, the teacher had said, but as much as he didn’t hate the class, it was still a little too slow paced for Pete.

12:54pm August 1, 2014

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12:06pm August 1, 2014

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