livyitup:

mybadbadangel:

Okay, on my deathbed I’m getting high. I’ve decided. 

For science?

For science

livyitup:

And it’s a good thing. We definitely are. It feels really weird that those things don’t seem important anymore.

I guess? I’ve never met a high ghost, but I’ve never met one who says they were high when they died.

Okay, on my deathbed I’m getting high. I’ve decided. 

I don’t talk about it all that much but it’s one of the few things that occupies my mind. I know aren’t we supposed to be young and have fun?

Hon, you’re plenty sane stay out of those hell-holes. Fine i’ll be sober- ooh! do people stay High?

livyitup:

Better study hard. Are you still going to school?

You know if you die when you’re drunk, you stay drunk forever? The guy was so confused all the time, it was hard not to laugh. Just a few :P

College. If there’s anything dodgy contacts are good for it’s getting in to places. I’m majoring in engineering.

OH my god, that’s it! on my deathbed i will drink a bottle of scotch and haunt you haha. that must have been.. odd don’t worry i won’t tell your boyfriend.

livyitup:

You Lopezs are all too smart for your own good. 

They… know things. But they’re all too caught up in their own politics to try and get involved with ours. And there’s not much any of them can do.

I think living an alcoholics life dumbed me down.

Who was the funniest? Was their any with damn sexy voices? 

livyitup:

Woah. Sounds huge. Are you not meant to like… inherit it or something?

Maybe. I see ghosts, not the future..

I kind of…. have already when he died. But El still owns half the business so legally i can’t do anything big without her signature why explains the lack of postcards.. She loves me and all but she doesn’t trust me as far as she can throw me.

How are the dead doing anyway?

livyitup:

Sounds legit. No one would suspect it and she would know more about doing stuff like that than most.

Sure. I’ll find someone to bring.

I’ve only ever caused minor hiccups myself but dad’s company is still going and quite frankly it’s fucking huge.

Would that’s someone’s name start in a ‘J’?

mybadbadangel:

Makes sense- I received intelligence that the town had been put under watch especially the school and the Lopez residence. Thats why El went underground, I’m pretty sure she’s in paris but i haven’t got a postcard yet.

Sure, We both plan on running off into the sunset and…

if anyone was going to start a rebellion it was going to be the daughter of a well known super villain and all round criminal.

I’ll put you down for a +1 shall i?

In case you didn’t believe me

livyitup:

I’ve actually been planning since the riots.

If you’re gonna be like that, is there something you want to tell me about you and Sebastian?

Makes sense- I received intelligence that the town had been put under watch especially the school and the Lopez residence. Thats why El went underground, I’m pretty sure she’s in paris but i haven’t got a  postcard yet.

Sure, We both plan on running off into the sunset and becoming king and queen of rainbow land.

Open the door || Pezberry

Santana stood outside Rachel’s door being soaked to the bone by the miserable weather. She kept telling herself that this was stupid and impulsive and that she didn’t think through it properly. But she knew she been thinking of turning up here like the mangy cat she was at least 15 times a day. That’s why she drank- she had to stop herself because… because Rachel deserved better. But now she stood outside with a hundred words of apologies on her mind but none on her tongue. Santana never really had a way with words when it wasn’t insulting someone and she knew her brain was going to go blank the moment Rach opened the door. Her fingers held the small box in her hand like a lifeline.

Alright it was a terrible idea but Santana lived with the motto that actions were larger than words and she knew with her money she could have afforded a larger gesture but if she knew rach she wouldn’t have appreciated it.  Instead she wore the red mini skirt and white blouse she wore the day they first went out for coffee and ignored the freezing sensation in her legs, her arms trembling in the cold, the fact that the shirt will now pretty much be transparent from being soaked, and her hair curling out of place. 

No matter how many times she swallowed her pride that kept getting caught in her throat she couldn’t make a noise or pull her hand up to knock. So she decided to text.