itspboycurtis

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"Uh, it's going alright. What about you?"

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“Oh, hey kid. How’s it goin’?”

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"Can't people just do that anytime they want?"

“Its a lot of people having sex or looking sexual on Sunday. You okay?”

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"Oh, uh. I don't to take off my shirt or girls to throw themselves at me. And I don't think that's a very nice word to calls anyone."

“You basically take off your fucking shirt and watch as girls throw themselves at you as an excuse to be sluts for a day. Fascinating shit, really.”

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"What's, um, Se....xu...al.... Sunday?"

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Pony is bored, to say the least, when he finds himself wandering around the Asylum. They've been there for about a week now, maybe two. It seems longer than that, though. He grabs a Snack Pack from the "pantry" and opens it up before scooping up a bite with a plastic spoon. He moans appreciatively at the simple miracle he always took for granted. He knows they're supposed to save the sweets for special occasions, but he couldn't help himself. It was just one cup, no harm. He rounds the corner on his way back to his room when he hears some noise coming from Cherry's room. Sounds like a bit of a kerfuffle, possibly a walker attack. He was positive the place was cleared, but he could never know for sure. He runs to Cherry's room, realizing there's some moaning. She's hurt, he thinks as he swings the door open, not expecting to see what he sees. "Oh!"

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I lost my virginity. Can I have yours?

"Um... what?"

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Horseface. Reenact Mickey Mouse for me. I'll find you a costume.

"Uh, I'd rather not. Sorry."

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He continues eyeing Dally's Twinkie until he hears footsteps approach the room. He looks at the doorway and starts crying again. "YOU DID THIS TO ME!" he screams as Marcia enters the room. "You put this baby here!" He falls back over on his bed, sobbing. How could she be so inconsiderate and irresponsible as to impregnate a poor teenage boy?

All Marcia wanted to do was sleep. Was that too much to ask for? Jesus christ. The girl rises from her bed, pulls her hair back into a ponytail, and storms out of her room. When she begins to walk down the hall where this noise originated from, “Why are you howling? God da—” When she enters the room her sentence stops and her eyes land on Ponyboy. At first her eyes are wide, then they squint, and then they go wide again. Marcia begins to gag a bit before placing a simple hand over her mouth. “What the fuck happened to you? Jesus Christ.”

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He feels like crying and he doesn't know why. He glances at the two in the doorway and loses all self control. He begins sobbing. "I'm so faaaaat," he cries as he rubs his engorged stomach. His baby bump. "I have so many stretch marks!" He lifts his shirt to show the other two. He sits up and wipes the tears from his face, staring at Dallas. "Is that a Twinkie?"

Dallas was honestly quite bored. He’d found a Twinkie on a run and was keeping it for himself. He’d decided to eat it on this very day. Just as he was unwrapping it, he walked into a room and was about to take that first bite when he saw a very obese Pony lying on a bed. “What the holy hell is up with your stomach? You eat too much shit?” Confusion played on his features as he kept looking at fat Ponyboy.

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WAYS TO ROLE PLAY WITH ME:

Send a strongly worded letter. With underlining, and exclamation points.

Ask if I’m the real Slim Shady, in which case, I will stand up.

Believe really hard that we’re already roleplaying. Believing makes things a little less fake.

Submit to your desperation and cry a lot.

Throw a brick through my window. We can be penpals once you’re in jail.

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He's scared, to say the least. How will he tell the others of his troubles? The burden he is bringing to the group. How will he care for a child in a world such as this? He lies on his cot in the, thankfully, safe hospital. "How will I tell Marcia?" he mumbles, as he remembers, not the night the bastard child was conceived, but that Marcia was, in fact, the baby daddy. The stress of the situation is almost too much to bear.

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m!a: pregnant with marcia's baby for three days.

“I can’t be pregnant. I’m a boy.”

But he can.

And he is.

He feels the pain of a uterus, and the stress of mixed emotions.

Ponyboy is pregnant.

“I’m too young to be a mother!” he screams before hiding his face in despair.

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The Starter/Connections Meme!

Let’s cut to the chase. I wanna RP. You wanna RP. Let’s do it. Don’t be shy. Send in one or more of the following symbols to my ask:

☮ - For me to post a starter.

☼ - If you’d like our characters to be friends.

✿ - If you want to try a romantic relationship with my character.

❅ - If you’d like our characters to be enemies or rivals.

♥ - If you just want to RP, and see where it goes.

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You visit me while I'm in a coma. What do you say?