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      do  you   really   think  the  charcoal  in  your  chest  will  just  start  beating ,   like  you’re   one  of  them  ?      /     poem  credit.

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SCOUNDRELED.

       ❛ — mh, rascal, did i leave the door open or are you committing illegal acts again ? ❜    his eyes are barley open when he first speaks, but his humor has already arrived.  it takes a few moments for the criminal to sit himself up, fingers running through his slight bedhead before he glances over at his clock.   5am ?   ❛ any particular reason you’re here at the arse-crack of dawn ?  not that I mind .. just wondering. ❜

she  might     have  decided  to  pointedly  ignore  his  initial  question   ---   mostly  because  she   did   kind  of  break  in.   hands  come  to  rest  at  her  hips,  eyes  narrowing  at  him  even  though  he  can’t   see   the  judgement  in  them.

           ‘      dude,  it’s,  like ---     five  in  the  morning.   what  does  it   look   like  i’m  doing ?   i’m  wearing  sunglasses  and  looking  good  as  hell  with  a  pounding  headache,  here  to  watch  the  sunset  with  my  bestie.   so   .  .  .   rise  and  shine  !      ’             she  makes  an  abrupt  pause,  sighs,  and  takes  the  glasses  off.            ‘       --- i  haven’t  slept  in  approximately  22  hours.   i   need   this,  james  !     ’

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‘      honey,  i’m  home  !     i  mean,  in   your   home,  whatever.   get  the  heck  up,  plath  !      ’

      @scoundreled   //   surprise  boo  !

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*taps mic* hello yes, can i just .. take a moment to talk about corruption around the kings and the spades .. but mostly the kings? because .. wow. @ruinlain and i were talking about it before, and how unnerving it is in general. for example, the kings own a lot of swanky, if you will, bars and clubs. a lot of higher-ups, such as celebrities, politicians, etc., spend their time there. many of them are very aware that the kings are all terrible people, and some are even aware of the extent of the monstrosities they commit every single day. yet, they can still be found taking pictures with dorian ambrose, cecilia ambrose, and alistair davenport (infamous weapons and hitman dealer) and posting them on social media. to add to that, many people even comment hearts or talk about how great they look. many stories of their terrible deeds have circulated about them, rumors that can’t be proven, yet people are still drawn to the glamour of the kings. ( ‘maybe they’re just rich because of wealth in the family / their family business!’ ) no one can even stop them, due to the nature of organized crime. a police officer can walk right past a kings club, make eye contact with the bouncer .. and just have to keep walking, because what else is there to do? this has been going on for years and years.

on the flip side of that, the spades have gained quite the reputation as the robin hood gang of new york city. stealing from the rich and giving to those who need it more, they have a different type of glamour to them. they’re like .. the vigilantes of the city, and people admire them for that.

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he  definitely   is.     it’s  not  his  fault,  though ---  she’s  quite   distracting.             ‘      i’m --   i’m    not.      ’            he  decides  it’s  easier   not   to  admit  to  anything  and  hide  behind  the  warm  mug  in  his  hands.   it’s  for  the  best.

@ruinlain    surprise motherfucker !

        soft pink lips close around the frozen snack, eyes looking directly into the other’s as she pulls the colorful popcicle away with a soft pop, lips rubbing softly against each other, before letting her tongue dart out to clear away any left over coloring.      ‘   ross, you’re staring at me, WHY ?   ‘

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‘      hey  yourself,  dork.      ’            he  couldn’t  help  the  smile  at  the  affectionate  nickname.   it’s  been  a  while    ------   he  missed  her.             ‘      ---  how’s  it  going  ?      ’

“hey, nerd.” the words were mostly uttered with affection as she gently headbutted the other in the shoulder. she may or may not have really missed him. possibly. // @ruinlain for stephen bc ilu

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tag  dump  #2

⟨   visage.   ⟩   ▬  william clayton / grief-stricken innocent heart.

⟨   main v.   ⟩   ▬   william clayton / the center of what remains.

⟨   interaction.   ⟩   ▬   william clayton.

⟨   ch. study.   ⟩   ▬   william clayton.

⟨   aesthetic.   ⟩   ▬   william clayton.

⟨   visage.   ⟩   ▬  steve rogers / i just wanted to do wha was right.

⟨   main v.   ⟩   ▬   steve rogers / meant for more than this.

⟨   interaction.   ⟩   ▬   steve rogers.

⟨   ch. study.   ⟩   ▬   steve rogers.

⟨   aesthetic.   ⟩   ▬   steve rogers.

⟨   visage.   ⟩   ▬   clay emerson / the year’s last ; loveliest smile.

⟨   main v.   ⟩   ▬   clay emerson / there is nothing so stable as change.

⟨   interaction.   ⟩   ▬   clay emerson.

⟨   ch. study.   ⟩   ▬   clay emerson.

⟨   aesthetic.   ⟩   ▬   clay emerson.

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DELIGHTCREATED.

       he tries not to notice how long the other looks at the floor. his nerves sending his mind towards negative thoughts  :  he doesn’t want to do this now.  he’s changed his mind.  you’re forcing him into going out.  and then he watches the light pink flood the other’s cheeks, and suddenly there’s a small confidence boost, his lips pulling back further as he smiles, watching as the other closes his door.      ‘   you’re welcome.   ‘

       ‘   hey  —  you could be lactose intolerant for all i know.   ‘      a small laugh escapes his lips, hands somehow finding their way deeper into the pockets of his jeans, the soft smile still playing against his lips. he lets his shoulder bump softly against eric’s as they start on their way out, his head ducking slightly as he tries to fight the blush pooling on his cheeks,    (    no doubt from the warmth flooding on his face he was failing miserably  :  he just hoped eric doesn’t mention it    )      ‘   thanks, i figured i’d wear something other than a NASA shirt for you.   ‘      he lets another laugh past his lips, looking down towards the jeans and light blue button up shirt.    (    yes, maybe he picked it to match eric’s eyes, but there was no PROOF to that    )      ‘   —  okay, that’s not completely true, i’m wearing one under this.   ‘      he lets his eyes turn back towards the other, a smile still playing on his lips. when did he get so flirty ?

he  lets  out  a  laugh,     tries  to  ignore  the  pleasant  twist  in  his  belly   (  butterflies ?  )   at  the  idea  of  sam  putting  as  much   thought   into  his  outfit  as  him,  wearing  something   for   him   ------   he’s  flattered.   and  when  their  shoulders  bump,  it  takes  everything  in  him  not  to  reach  out  and   grab   sam’s  hand;   he  decides  it’s  too  early.   maybe  he  can  be   affectionate   on  their  way  back.   the  last  thing  he  wants  is  to   scare   him  away  with  the  intensity  of  his  need  for  physical  contact.

      ‘      ----  are  you  saying  that  because  you  plan  on  taking  it   off ?      ’            his  smirk  doesn’t  falter,  and  he  makes  sure  to  look  straight  into  sam’s  eyes  as  he  speaks.   if  he  bites  his  lip  while  he’s  at  it,  he  really  doesn’t   regret   that.   and  if  their  elbows  meet  as  they  walk  down  the  street,  that’s  not  something  he  feels  bad  for  doing,  either.   then  he  looks  away,  clearing  his  throat,  and  asks :            ‘      so,  uh--  where  are  we  going  ?      ’

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she  lets  her  silence  linger,     lips  pursed,  watching  the  other  carefully,   studying   her.   she  doesn’t  know  her,  therefore  she  doesn’t   trust   her   ---   sent  by  a  higher  authority  or  not.   end  of  story.            ‘      listen   ------   it’s   one   thing  to  show  up  unannounced  on   my   crime  scene,  but  a  whole  other  to   demand   to  work  with  me  on  the  case.   i  don’t  even  know  your   name.      ’

      @delightcreated   //   surprise  binch  ,  for  lauren  !

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i love u so much ok

     sobs  on  u  !!!!  i  love  u

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my lil sis & i are having a movie night, after which i’ll get on jade to finish making her blog !!

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lips  parted,  eyes  inevitably  drawn     to  the  metal  glint  of  the  ship  landing  before  him,  william  feels  his  breath   hitch.   when  the  blonde  greets  him,  he  remembers  he’s  able  to  breathe.            ‘      you  actually  came.   oh  my  god.     ------ my  dad’s  gonna   kill   me.      ’

      @leagueremade   //   wink  wonk

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tag  dump  #1

⟨   visage.   ⟩    ▬  eric clark / this race is a prophecy.

⟨   main v.   ⟩   ▬   eric clark / they’re trying to catch you.

⟨   interaction.   ⟩   ▬   eric clark.

⟨   ch. study.   ⟩   ▬   eric clark.

⟨   aesthetic.   ⟩   ▬   eric clark.

⟨   visage.   ⟩   ▬   james collins / bend like light; rise to break the dark.

⟨   main v.   ⟩   ▬   james collins / your shine burns the fog.

⟨   interaction.   ⟩   ▬   james collins.

⟨   ch. study.   ⟩   ▬   james collins.

⟨   aesthetic.   ⟩   ▬   james collins.

⟨   visage.   ⟩   ▬   christine miller / trust your own madness.

⟨   main v.   ⟩   ▬   christine miller / a history of heartbreak.

⟨   interaction.   ⟩   ▬   christine miller.

⟨   ch. study.   ⟩   ▬   christine miller.

⟨   aesthetic.   ⟩   ▬   christine miller.

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DELIGHTCREATED.

       to say he was nervous was an understatement. he could feel nerves and jitters bubbling under his skin. every step he took towards the other’s place, he considered turning around, making some EXCUSE, but somehow he kept putting the one foot in front of the other. until he came face to face with the other’s door. he couldn’t tell how long he stood there, just staring at the wood, trying to find some courage to knock. instead, he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. with a clear of this throat, he finally let his knuckles connect with the door, taking a deep breath. a small voice yelled at him from the back of his mind  :  run.  it’s not like he wouldn’t make it away from the door   —   the moment the door opened, sam tried his best to suppress the smile forming on his lips.

       ‘   hey.   ‘      he lets his hands find their way into his pockets, taking a small step back from the door, his eyes moving down to look at the other’s clothes, trying his best to ignore the fact he was blatantly checking him out  —  he was asked to, right ?  he let his head shake as he looked back up towards the other.      ‘   you look great.   ‘      play it cool, act normal.      ‘   i figured we could just go get dinner, i was thinking pizza. that way, we wouldn’t feel pressured to act differently, we could just be ourselves, you know ?  that is  —  if you like pizza, i didn’t even think about that.   ‘      he let out a breath, moving his weight from foot to foot, nerves bubbling towards the surface.

it  takes  all  the  willpower  he  can  muster     not  to  keep  staring  at  his  feet   ---   his gaze  is  glued  to  the  ground  for  a  good  few  seconds  as  he  tries  to  calm  his  nerves,   shoving   shaking  hands  into  the  pockets  of  his  hoodie.   come  on,   he  thinks,   you  want  this.   they  both  want  this.   he   just  has  to ---   stop  worrying.   so  he  lets  himself  breathe;  in  and  out,  in  and  out,  until  he  can  feel  the   vibrating    stop.   then  sam  makes  a  compliment,  and  there’s  heat  in  his  cheeks.   unbelievable.

      ‘      i --  thanks.      ’            he  looks  up,  then,  and  smiles  again.   be  careful  what  you  ask  for,  sam,  you  might  not  like  him  as   himself.            ‘      who   doesn’t   like  pizza,  how  is  that  even  a  question ?      ’            his  tone  is  back  to   lightheartedness,  warmth,   as  he  gestures  for  the  other  to  follow  him  outside  again,  making  sure  to  lock  the  door  behind  him.   he  feels  the  confidence  that  started  all  of  this  come  back,  and  doesn’t  know  whether  to  be   grateful   or   scared.            ‘      ------  you  don’t  look  too  bad  yourself,  by  the  way.      ’            with  a  smirk,  he’s  spoken  before  he  can  stop  himself.