james being the only one to see photos of sirius before he cut his hair and started dressing differently except the only thing he said was “is that chair youre sitting in really engraved with your name”
"my mother had it made"
"do u still have it"
"do u sit in it"
"james shut the hell up"
Excuse you. It’s not my fault you haven’t explained your purpose for messaging me. You ask me where I live, I graciously give the general area and try to make conversation, ask where you’re from, hoping beyond hope that you won’t be a pervert about it. My mistake. Your response, “not that far,” has a vaguely threatening feel about it. What do you want to do to me? Fuck me? Murder me? Have a cup of coffee? You didn’t tell me. I try to give you the benefit of the doubt, but looking at the state of your blog, you have a habit of objectifying women, and I would surmise that you want to have intercourse with me (which, obviously, I will deny your request. I will not be treated as a prostitute, and even if I were, you couldn’t afford me anyway, you weak ass bastard). Given the gathered evidence, you were looking to hook up. Unless you, feeling rejected, will now accuse me of being a pretentious, self centred, arrogant bitch (who also now magically happens to be fat and ugly). Look, you gonna come on my blog, call me stupid, and you too fucking dumb to go on goddamn anon? The hell you think you are? I’m sorry I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. I’m sorry I tried to trust you would be more than a misogynistic, objectifying pig. I’m sorry you’re such a scumbag. But bitch, I have a goddamn 4.0 and a member of motherfucking MENSA. You come on here again and call me stupid, I will cunt punt you to motherfucking Mars. You do not get to do that. Thank you and good day, you asinine prick.