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Hahaha I’m crying right now over something as stupid as an RP partner making me feel like shit. This is dumb. I’m almost 30. But I super hate getting excited with someone over something only for them to immediately lose interest and just drop me. I don’t like that feeling. At all. It kills my muse. It makes me feel like shit. I don’t need it.

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" Across the city steam and light.   Off a runway to the M A N U F A C T U R E D  N I G H T.       I N  S T O R Y B O O K S  Y O U ' L L  N E V E R  F I N D. "

“ My race is regarded as myth, we exist in stories of old and the birth of the universe, who’d believe a race that hasn’t been seen for billions of years would be anything but myth? And who am I? The Runaway Prince. Heir to the Throne of Cepheus. The Hesitant Alien. I’m tired of being a mere myth. I no longer want to live in storybooks. I want to see the world outside of my tiny galaxy. ”

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idol challenge day 15 dancing

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So I love how worthless and easily over looked I feel. All the people I genuinely love writing with and get excited about writing with seriously just don’t seem to give two fucks about anything they do with me. And if there is a problem, they don’t seem to be expressing it. And honestly it’s not my fucking job to be like “Hey did I do something to upset you?” because then I look like a paranoid fuck. Like I am so fucking tired of feeling disposable, I feel that way enough in my personal life. I don’t like getting it on here. It really fucking doesn’t help those thoughts.

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fictionalantihero:

“Why’s it - that’s my colors! Look, it’s even got my logo!” He mocks offence (or maybe he is offended.. it’s hard to say).

“You could ask Rob Liefeld, but honestly that’s more of my design. Or I could go into a monolog, your choice.”

“Yeah but it’s not mine, and I prefer it be all one color...” he huffs out. “I could ask who? What?” he quirks a brow. “Are you doing that thing again where you don’t make sense or your assume I know what the hell you’re talking about?” Clint sets the bow aside and puts his hands on his hips.

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fictionalantihero:

[Sensual Archer God] Ill bring the latex

[SMS: Pain in My Ass] Wait what?

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You have been visited by the Chan of wealth, reblog this and you will have money come to you!

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distractedbymorality:

Matt smiles. “Okay, one sec,” he says as he runs his hands up to feel where Clint’s stuck. “Ah, been here before with a couple shirts. Kind of a bitch to get out of.”

He moves to stand behind Clint. Matt gently pushes the material up over Clint’s shoulder blades, where the shirt was caught. “Better?” he asks, stepping back a smidgen.

Clint can’t help but gasp a little more as the other touches him again. Jesus he sounds like a fucking virgin. When he’s finally helped out of the shirt he lets out a groan and moves his arms around a little. “Yeah....” he sighs softly. “I realized trying to show off was probably pointless....” he mutters. “You can’t see.” Clint chuckles a little.

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Platonic RP Starters

“Dinner! I made your favourite!”

“You’re definitely drunk.”

“Come on bro, no shame in hugging it out.”

“I think you need to lie down.”

“Quit hogging the couch!”

“Hey, are you okay? You’re making me kind of worried.”

“Don’t lie to me! I can tell. Your mouth is doing that twitchy thing!”

“What do you reckon? Does it look good on me?”

“That’s it! I’m taking you out for some fun!”

“Let’s go commit a crime.”

“That’s the last time I’m going anywhere with you.”

“Aw c’mon, I need a wingman!”

“Okay! Fine! Fine! I admit it! I took the last slice of pizza. Now quit it!”

“I’m not getting in a car with you. Not after last time. No way.”

“Please look after yourself better.”

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me: mayb…i am worthy of love n attention ? brain: unrealistic. blocked

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I relate to Clint Barton on so many levels…

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slides the dash $2 …….. ship with me

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Reblog if you don’t mind Slice-of-Life threads that don’t necessarily go anywhere.

✕  there is so much development to be made from people just… being together. there’s no need for a whole huge big plot for muses to make memories. just conversation and doing mundane things together is enough sometimes.

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@fictionalantihero || SMASH

Clint actually gasps a bit feeling the gloved hand against his skin and he reaches to yank the mask off the rest of the way. Frankly he wasn’t bothered by how Clint looked, despite his skin looking the way it did, it was obvious Wade was an insanely attractive guy, far from average. Plus, dat bod and dat booty. “So how are we doing this?” he breathes out against Wade’s lips.

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distractedbymorality:

“I couldn’t agree more–” he trails off, frowning at the cough, and reaching over to lightly touch Clint. Matt doesn’t know yet if he was trying to find the hurt or trying to provide some comfort; it was probably a little of both. “That doesn’t sound too good.”

Clint lets out a slow breath when the other’s hand makes contact and he sighs. “Eh, I probably inhaled a little too much crap or something....” Honestly the cough could caused by several things. As he said, inhalation.... or he got thrown around a little hard. Either way, Clint was gonna insist he was fine.

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pretendingtobestupid:

“NO.” which is totally muffled behind the shirt.

Matthew laughed and rose from his chair, sauntering over to Clint. “Need help?” he asks softly, slowly trailing his hands up Clint’s exposed sides.

Clint actually jumps a bit when he feels Matt’s hands on him and he lets out a breath. Jesus how long had it been? Too long if he has to ask himself. “Maybe a little....” he says softly. Though he wouldn’t mind Matt touching him a little more.

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be1ovedbrunette:

⚔️→ ❝ If you consent to beat you, Barton, I shall serve. Although, I can be GENTLE. As long as you are not my enemy.❞

“Well, I do like a little gentleness after getting roughed up.” Clint puts his hands in his pockets. “So uh, like I said, I’d love to take you out for a drink sometime, maybe spar some too?” he gives her a lopsided grin.