ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟

ˢᴼ ᴳᴼ ᴼᵁᵀ ᴬᴺᴰP͟L͟A͟Y͟/ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛP͞L͞A͞Y͞E͞D͞_

[ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟ @SXMVRXI]

ᴰᴼᴱˢ'ᴺᵀ ᴹᴬᵀᵀᴱᴿ ᴴᴼᵂ ᴳᴼᴼᴰ ᵞᴼᵁ ᴬᴿᴱ ᴵᴺ ᴺᴵᴳᴴᵀ ᶜᴵᵀᵞ

ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ? Y͞o͞u͞'r͞e͞ f͟u͟c͟k͟e͟d͟

[֯ ⁎ 𓉸ྀི @doverots]

and what is love, anyway? it’s claw marks, scratches, scars, traces someone leaves inside you.

[ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟ @SXMVRXI]

Happy gay shit month.

Set a fire. Blow something up. Then blow someone down. Be gay. Do crime, motherfucker.

[soli @solisolsoli]

By Hacknaut

[ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟ @SXMVRXI]

Eyed ahead.

“I…fuck..you gotta sharpie? Anything?!” Johnny furrowed his brow before turning to her with a shrug.

“I don’t-What, no? You?”

[ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟ @SXMVRXI]

His own carcinogen was slid into turned lips, both arms then free to wave in an attempt to calm the frenetic tone and volume; He’d been given every option to change the face of the body he woke up in for a life of quiet anonymity, but instead chose the risky notion of being “me”-

[`` 𝔸 ℕ 𝕌 𝔹 𝕀 𝔸 ´´ @JXCKXLS_WHlSP3R]

Her tanned face contorted into a disgusted expression. It was rare to see people comment on her smell and not notice what was almost an aura of sandalwood, cedar and myrrh, and it was almost insulting to her to witness.

But this time Anubia could not react to the impulse.~

[ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟ @SXMVRXI]

Despite the risks.

“Alright, alright, Choomba.” He chuckled before pulling the brim of the man’s hate down to distract into silence.

“Ain’t signin no body parts, though. C’mon.”

The fumbling, and pungently scented vagrant quickly pulled a scrap of paper free, but stared wide-

[ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟ @SXMVRXI]

Side note, still haven’t slept yet.

And they won’t fuckin leave. And I’m not setting another fire in my apartment.

[ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟ @SXMVRXI]

Likely still wobbling in one piece of a shelf somewhere.”

[ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟ @SXMVRXI]

He’d resigned to looking up at the borderline gaudy trim of the door when his old compatriot answered, and his own face turned into a momentary lapse of ubiquitous cool, quickly coughed back to fruition with a side grin.

“Well, it ain’t that Minaj bitch, though that ass is-

[˚⟡˖ ࣪ 𝔎𝖤𝖱𝖱𝖸 𝙀⃨𝙐⃨𝙍⃨𝙊⃨𝘿⃨𝙔⃨𝙉⃨𝙀⃨ .ᐟ ˎˊ˗ @DEADSHORELINE]

and  kerry's  reaction  was  a  whole  other  can  of  worms  entirely .

he'd  pictured  this  moment  in  his  head  plenty  of  times . had  dreamed  about  it  many  times .

but  actually  seeing  johnny  when  he  opened  the  door .ᐣ his  first  instinct  was  to +++

[ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟ @SXMVRXI]

“The fuck’re you still doing here?”

[ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟ @SXMVRXI]

“Only a problem when shit’s giving that familiar sting of not knowing what part of me’s real.”

Notably, he avoided eye contact. After a short pause, Johnny finally straightened out and ran a hand along his chin; The last memory he held of her was a conflicted one, but the parts-

[Songbird @FlySongBirds]

A stern look of her own, she was... not easily amused. Yet she also respects this man, he kept rock alive so she cant be too mean... probably.

"Yeah well choom i got digging to do, a lot of info here i can use for what I need, you got an issue?"

Her new yorker accent slipping.

[ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟ @SXMVRXI]

Of his memory he actually trusted told him all he needed to know: Despite the pitfalls, twists and turns, the situation had been rectified.

He only questioned why she’d shed aside the sanctity of her freedom to wade back into the mire. As such, he raised a brow and added.

[ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟ @SXMVRXI]

An uneven figure 8 around her head and torso.

“Kinda stagger that’s sweet as a kiss in the militar-“

“JOHNNY SILVERHAND?!” A suddenly sharp voice made him wince as the disheveled old coot turned back and grabbed him by the shoulders.

“AINT NO WAY, CHOOM! Samuraiiii.”

[ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟ @SXMVRXI]

A rambunctious snort was her initial response, and as a small figure draped in rags shambled past, Johnny glanced up from his boots to her with a raised brow.

“You smell like helibird sweat, bad MRE’s and bougie smokes.” His mechanical index and middle fingers motioned in-

[`` 𝔸 ℕ 𝕌 𝔹 𝕀 𝔸 ´´ @JXCKXLS_WHlSP3R]

Egyptian took a slow drag, creating a dramatic pause as if to accentuate her words. Exhale came through the speech, letting the cloud of smoke linger longer.

"Sixty-sixes.
~But I'm no gearhead, prefe𝓇𝓇 to hire z'em instead. 'Least I don't get bullet holes over my own vheels"

[ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟ @SXMVRXI]

@NCbadassx /Own it, giiirl 👏👏❤️

[ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟ @SXMVRXI]

Make it hurt

[ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟ @SXMVRXI]

@NCbadassx /Oh yeah, all good.

[ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟ @SXMVRXI]

/Well, that was fun.

Moving on!

[ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟ @SXMVRXI]

Looking up from his thoughts, Johnny glanced back to @FlySongBirds and scoffed.

“Been having fucked up dreams, even tried not going to bed high. Something told me it’d be you who showed.”

He turned back to the shoddy table, putting out the cigarette. “You diggin in there, huh?”

[ᴶᴼᴴᴺᴺᵞ✘S͞I͞L͞V͞E͞R͞H͟A͟N͟D͟ @SXMVRXI]

His own twinkle of the eye was covered by reflective aviators, but the unmistakable grin spread like a wildfire.

She definitely fit the bill.

[ᴿᵉᵇᵉᶜᶜᵃ @NCbadassx]

She's eyeing him .
Perhaps there was a chance they could work on something together . . .?