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9 days ago
Current What if I need a big tiddy goth, not therapy?
14 days ago
Hot take, but I'll allow it.
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14 days ago
Beer is liquid bread. Pop-tarts are ravioli. Corn dogs are Popsicles. I will not be explaining.
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21 days ago
Having a panic attack? Try shaking your ass to the Mama Mia soundtrack instead.
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1 mo ago
In that case, *I* am looking for six men to sacrifice.
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Haley ★ 24 ★ Taurus ★ EST ★ Casual Level Group Writer


Welcome fellow writer. I go by many names, but you can call me Haley or pretty much anything else. I stick to causal level groups here on the forum. I have a soft spot for thunderstorms, dark humor, strong coffee, animals, pretty words, feminine rage, mythologies, and all things that go 'bump' in the night. I've lived in the same small southern Appalachian town my whole life, and aim to travel one day. I'm open to the occasional random conversation, but please do not message me asking to write one-on-one; it's simply not something I do these days.

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"Do I really have to spell it out for you? You - the man who claims to know literally everything. Are you seriously that clueless?"

Beautiful, he thought. The anger laced through every word coming from her honeyed lips. The desperation and ferocity in her eyes - drop. dead. gorgeous.

"I'm in love with you. Okay. There. That's it," she said, her chest rising and falling at a quick rate as she struggled for air. "You're like an addiction. A drug. Meth, or heroine, or freaking crack cocaine. I didn't want you. I didn't want this. But now it's all I can think about. Your in my dreams. I replay our conversations over and over in my head and even when I don't want to think of you - I still do!"

He raised the glass to his lips, tasting the deliciousness of his favorite cabernet. She was on edge, and he absolutely adored it. The angry tears pooling in her eyes were nothing short of mesmerizing. The desperation in her voice was everything that he had hoped it would be and more. How could something so small be so pissed off?

"Could you flipping say something she spat through gritted teeth.

He relaxed further into the leather chair.

"Sounds like a personal problem.
In The return of RPGN. 5 yrs ago Forum: News
@Lord Wraith I would like to nominate Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year.We are heading towards 450 IC posts, as well as coming up on our one year mark. These people have taught me so much, and this RP has been many firsts for me. It's been such an honor to be a part of this group, and I literally can't put into words how much I love and appreciate these guys.

We some hottie thotties.
@HaleyTheRandom
>uses daddy efron
>makes him straight

cries in bisexuality


Forgive me ;-;



As if Stella downing multiple Jello shots in front of him after seeing Santiago wasn't enough, she proceeded to chase after some person who he didn't know. If nothing else, Stella had introduced Oliver to a lot of people. Oliver didn't have a problem with Stella getting drunk. He didn't have a problem about her having unfinished business with dumbass 'Diablo'. Did he really think that that nickname made anyone feel any sort of way besides hateful? Yeah. Probably. He really was that cocky, wasn't he?

What Oliver did have a problem with was whatever Santiago had done to Stella to make her act that way. From what Oliver had both heard and seen, Stella was a sweet girl who didn't deserve to be hurt. The fact that Santiago had done only God knew what made him furious. He was soon pulled out of this train of thought by Stella and the other girl - Mac - having a conversation.

“So. What’s new with you and your boytoy? Last I checked, when I left for Hollywood in September you were single and well, it looks like you’ve got a date. Gotta say, I’m a little bit jealous.”

Wait. What? Huh?

Jealous? Why would she be jealous? Why would she be asking Stella and Oliver what they were? Why didn't Oliver know the answer?

"I - we - um..." The truth was, Oliver didn't know what to say. He had feelings for Stella - that much he did know. He assumed that she felt similarly, but wasn't one-hundred percent sure. They hadn't had the 'are we exclusive' conversation yet because Oliver didn't want to make Stella feel like he was rushing her or anything. Turns out being a gentleman had a way of biting you in the ass. "My name's Oliver, actually," he began, the thought of sounding like a major ass very present in the back of his mind. "I'm Stella's... I'm her date. Her very, very honored date."

That was safe enough, right? He didn't sound like a total smart ass, and he didn't manage to put him and Stella in any awkward situation. What Mac or Stella had to say about his reaction, he had no idea.
I'll start working on my characters ASAP, but first I gotta get an Oliver post for DPL before she stabs me.

Can I transfer one of my chick slots to Ruby and switch it out for a dude?
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