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Hey, remember how I was all excited to be back? Well, I'm working insane hours this week, house/dog/cat sitting, and my health is not cooperating. All that to say that I have no energy for writing left. :( I miss you guys but it might be a few days. I have some ideas for fun changes though that will help focus this and get me back into RPing full time. 

Bear with me, friends. I promise I haven't forgotten you.

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HELLO, YES, I HAVE ARRIVED. I AM HERE. I HAVE INTERNET. DEAR GOD I'M SO HAPPY.

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“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles (via ignatiius)

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the jaeger graveyard, in oblivion bay, and the corpses of fallen jaegers, tacit ronin, horizon brave, and romeo blue

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Would losing me even be a loss?

(via kxboom)

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Update: I will have internet as of Thursday. Please don't weep for me. I'm weeping enough for all of us.

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I like to imagine that instead of freaking out whenever Carlos breaks a Night Vale law, Cecil would instead just drop him a friendly reminder because he’s an understanding boyfriend.

Like just humming as moves around the room and casually switching Carlos’ pen for a...

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A message to my partners.

I’m not saying who you can RP with.

I’m not saying who you can’t RP with.

I’m not going to stop you from RP-ing with someone.

I’m not going to try and force you to RP with me.

I’m just saying at the end of the day when you rp with someone else, I will sit and stare at you thinking:

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I RETURN TO YOU ON MONDAY. TWO MORE HELLISH DAYS WITH NO INTERNET. I MIGHT NOT SURVIVE.

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If Scott Summers hadn’t ended up at Xavier’s, he would definitely have been a criminal. And he would have been excellent at it

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A breathy, hitched moan slipped past parted lips, quickly mounting in volume as Herc's lips closed around him. "Ffffuck--" His head tilted backwards, and he let one hand settle on the back of the other man's head, the other gripping the sheets weakly. Blue eyes stared at the ceiling, and he teetered between the sharp focus of guilt and the welcoming embrace of pleasure. Both showed no sign of winning.

Eldon was glorious like this. When he stopped holding himself so tightly, when his sharp emotional walls cracked a bit. Herc could look at him for hours, just like this. Burying himself between Eldon's legs, Herc tightened his lips, sucking in slow pulls as he drew up to the head and then back down. He bobbed his head, faster, then, a flush of heat rushing through him.

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"I'm only blind with my glasses off," he replied, rolling his dark-eyes in their sockets. Eldon was glad that his stress-induced weight loss wasn't too obvious--he'd always been scrawny, and now only the faint rise of ribs was visible beneath his skin. Subtle enough, hopefully. And then there are lips on his scars and he swallows, letting out a breath through his teeth. "You're absurd." His legs shifted subtly apart. "Fucking *absurd*."

"Sweet talker," Herc grinned. Dragging his tongue along the soft skin of his thighs. Up to circle the head of his cock with soft kisses."And I know what I see. I'm not blind either."Sliding his mouth down, he swallowed around him. Moaning as he gripped Eldon's hips, as he /finally/ got the weight and taste of him to fill his mouth.

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Eldon huffed, but offered no verbal protest. Rather, he allowed himself to just watch Herc, paying rapt attention and trying his best not to squirm or be nervous. But as he felt the fabric of his pants move towards his knees, he tensed a little, almost wanting to draw his pants sharply back upwards just to cover the scars. But Herc had seen them before--it would be stupid to be difficult. "Mhm. Okay." He leaned forward to kiss him again, then paused. "Not fair that you're still wearing a shirt."

Herc grinned. "Didn't think you'd notice my attire." Honestly, Eldon was...hard to read. Sometimes Herc wondered if Eldon was just looking for a distraction. If Herc was a placeholder. It didn't matter who he was or what he looked like, he was just the guy who happened to be there.Which was far too somber a thought for now. Herc buried his hesitance, his fears, and kissed Eldon again, softer, while he shrugged off his own shirt. Herc tugged Eldon's pants down, bending to kiss his thighs. Sliding his lips along the scars. "Beautiful," he whispered again.

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Sherlock grunts at John from his spot, flapping an arm weakly at him.

John sighed and stood, going over to him. Catching his arm and tugging. "Come on, Holmes. To your feet. Let's gwt you in bed."

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Sherlock wasn’t the only one who’s been observed by a certain Charles Augustus Magnussen.

"It was really hard to find a pressure point on you, Mr. Moriarty. But look how you care about Sebastian Moran…"

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"Oh, fuck you." He furrowed his brows, shooting the man a briefly agitated glare and curling his fingers into the sheets. He didn't care enough to try and get his sweater off from where it was settled around his wrists, rather more interested in leaning in to Herc's kiss and letting out what sounded almost like a contented hum. "I'll argue later," he said as he paused for breath. "M'trying to *not* be an asshole right now."

"That's the most romantic thing I've heard you say."He was only half teasing. Smiling, he caught Eldon's inevitable protests in a lingering kiss. Easing Eldon's trousers down, Herc cupped him gently, kissing him deeply. "Okay?" he asked, concerned. It was getting harder and harder to think clearly. Eldon, finally being able to /touch/ him, was intoxicating.