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6 yrs ago
Current trying to get through work on no sleep or coffee was a terrible mistake.
8 yrs ago
I gotta be honest, after the bs of real life it's good to be back on this site.
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8 yrs ago
i've got a busy morning, but when I get home I'll respond to the message.
8 yrs ago
I apologize for dropping off the face of the earth for a few months. A lot of personal issues came up. Trying to get back into the swing of things.
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8 yrs ago
To my RP partners: I had a cognitive evaluation today and it kicked my ass. I'll get my replies out tomorrow. Today I just need sleep.
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@TheWindel That's basically the summary of the story I wrote.
@arockysmith

Windel in german means soiled, motherfucking. diaper apaprently. I just, like. put in in the skulk machine. So, this story is about a romantic meeting of the souls of a soiled diaper and a computer screen.


The heart wants what it wants. I think a soiled diaper and computer screen could make a beautiful love story.
@arockysmith

You weren't kidding about the butt touching....heh.


I never joke about touching butts. I've been wanting to write something where that was like the most sacred thing you could do xD
@ScreenAcne I agree with what you said. He's told me he likes me, I've kindly declined, and instead of just being like "I don't think I can be friends since I have these feelings" he's like "oh, I'm going to win you over one day. you'll wanna date me soon."

anyway, back to regular things.

@TheWindel and @ScreenAcne step up to the plate.

mood music for this: 'I FINK U FREEKY' by DIE ANTWOORD

Windel was dancing around in the club to the techno rap music playing. The bass had just dropped and she was losing her shit. Everyone was bumping into each other and the flashing lights didn't help. Everyone had some type of glow stick and the party was hype. Windel was in the middle of whipping their hair back and forth when Screen seemed to appear out of nowhere. He'd been watching Windel from afar most of the night and finally got the courage to talk to them. The music had stopped for a bit as the DJ went to the bathroom so they could finally talk.

"What's good my mother fucker?" Screen asked with a smile.

Windel cocked their head to the side before smiling, "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

Screen chuckled as he held his hand out for introduction and Windel did the same, "Where do you think my mouth came from," he said.

"I didn't even notice you standing there, I'm sorry. I was so into the music. Die Antwoord is like my favorite band," Windel said cheerfully.

"Aint no thing to sweat, sweet thang," Screen replied as the DJ came back.

"Looks like the music is about to start, lets dance," Windel said grabbing Screen by the arm and jumping up and down to the beat.

The two of them had been on the dance floor hours before they finally gave into the urges of rave butt touching. Touching someones butt was a sign of friendship in their community, but rave butt touching was always more. It had a more intimate feel because even though you would reach for the other person butt, you could wind up touching something else. It all relied on trust, which these two seemed to have in an instant. The spark between them was so electric the whole party could feel it.

"I FINK YOU FREEKY AND I LIKE YOU A LOT" Windel sang with the song. It wasn't long before Screen joined in.

They weren't sure if it was the music, or if their souls just connected on that specific wave length, but it was like they had known each other forever. Pretty soon the one handed butt touching turned into a two handed grab and as their bodies jumped around in sync the other people at the party couldn't help but be envious of the two. It was the moment both of them had always imagined their two handed butt grab would go. The music slowly began to get louder and they drifted off together in their minds, as their hands were planted firmly on the others ass.
I'm about to get on that fanfic@TheWindel after I take some quality tv time from this exhausting day and relax my mind.

but side note: Why do some people take the words "I'm really not interested in you as more than a friend" to mean "please harass me on Facebook every time I post something". I've told this guy three times. Forget about blocking him because then he just hops onto a friends account.
@TheWindel I'll write you up a fiction tomorrow when I get up in the morning. My brain is rundown today, but I pinky promise tomorrow you will get your fanfic.
Free cake?

Also, I would like a fic.




Who would you like to be fanfictioned with? Please be advised most of them end up with butt touching.

Ryker hesitated a moment before following the lady inside. He'd never been such a fancy establishment that it made him feel extremely under dressed. He looked back at the men who had arrived after him and even they seemed fancier than him. Clearly he was the butt of the joke in this scenario. He pulled at the color of his shirt and then felt his back pocket for the invitation to make sure it was still there. The words in his vocabulary would never be able to describe the scene before him. The inside reminded him of a museum he had camped out in once during his travels. He looked at his feet to make sure his shoes weren't dragging dirt in with them and then turned his gaze to the food before him.

It'd been a while sine he'd last eaten and his stomach made it known, but he was too skeptical to accept any food right off the bat. He'd learn many times that people would slip something in a delicious treat only for you to wake up with nothing but your underwear on. Ryker began to feel like coming was a mistake, like he had no reason to be here when clearly he was the least qualified of the group. He watched the women go to the bar and his mind quickly went to liquor as a way to ease the tension he was feeling inside of his muscles. "I'll take a scotch, clean," he said with a little bit of confidence in his tone. He had his ID ready in his other pocket with his wallet in case they didn't believe him to be of drinking age.
Let's buy everyone back with cake and chocolate covered strawberries.
me flirting:
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