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His pointer finger circled my puckered love cave. ‘Are you ready for this?’ he mewled, smirking at me like a mother hamster about to eat her three-legged young.

50 Shades of Grey

Next time you feel bad about your work, remember this shit got published

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so, i've made a new indie and i'm going to be sending out messages to those i have actual threads with because i'm really really tired of making starters for people who don't want to reply, or people who drop me. i made an indie to express my muse in the first place and lately the lack of effort i'm getting in return from some people makes me wish i could just stop rping all together. 

so yeah if you don't get a message from me tonight or tomorrow and you still want to rp you can just shoot me a message or reply to this and ill message you with my new indie !!! 

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nate didn't understand, and lucy wasn't  sure how toexplain it to him. "it just means  that they think you're... hot. daddy mat- erial, you know?" 

“well, thanks, and all, but i don’t really see how that has anything to do with the fact that they called me daddy.”

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"can you blame them?" luciana teases, eyeing the male. "you're hot, nate. they've got a crush. it's cute."

      ❛ what is it with teenage girls ?? one of my students          called me ‘daddy’ today        her and her friends all          giggled and ran off afterwards. ❜

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his hands are braced on the others’ back,  guiding them carefully out of the club and  to his car. pavel didn’t care for night clubs, mostly because they were far too crowded for his liking. he’d rather have a one-on-one session with the other, no loud music or nast- y drunks to get in their way. the male clears  his throat a bit as he finally tugs them out of  the crowd. “i will never understand american  night clubs. too hectic for my liking.” the russian muses, his grip easing up on his companion’s  back. 

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"fine," he exhales, using his good leg to slowly  drag himself over to a chair. he extends his leg, resting the heel of his sneaker rest on the edge  of the coffee table. "go ahead, nurse sara. work  your magic." he teases dryly, not much emotion  able to break through the pain he was feeling.

     ' but. but it’s the thought behind the h —- hot      coco that counts. —- can’t you ju —- just… sit      down ? and let me tend t —- to your knee ?     i might make a real. a real good nurse. ' she      smiles up at him with hope gleaming in her       soft choc drop eyes, dimples on display as      she feels him ease up within her light grip. 

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leo pulls her close, arms around her waist as he nearly lifts the female onto his lip. "holy shit, i am so excited. we'll get you the best doctor in all of new york city, and we'll make sure you're eating right and taking all the vitamins you need. crap, should we register for that babies-r-us or something? i don't even know where to start," he admits in a haze, his lips pressing eagerly to the girls' for a moment. "i love you." 

this reaction was good, it seemed to settle some nerves inside her. her head nodded along slowly with each question a small laugh fell past her lips. “it’s been a month with all the signs and two positive tests ── yes, we’re going to have a family.” at least she hoped, because genesis had failed to mention that part of her appointment where she was told that if she were to have a child there was a larger chance for her to have a miscarriage. those words wouldn’t be mentioned now or anytime soon. just seeing leo’s reaction make her feel like it was going to work and they would get there little miracle. “i-i just want to go to the doctors first, get a final word. ya’know?”

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"i appreciate your effort but hot chocolate won't do shit for my knee. i need.. like, horse tranquilizers, or something." his body relaxes  at her touch, taking a bit of stress off of his knee

     ' r —- really ?  i don’t —- don’t believe that for      one second. i’m not silly, blaise. —- it seems.   it seems like it hurts. ' sara was ever the one      to worry about something as little as a hurt       knee. she rests her hands at his sides, wanting      to balance him in case he tumbled on his bad      knee. ' i can make you a hot coco ! ‘ 

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luciana's nearly bouncing in her seat with excitement. the other had agreed to attend an art show with her, and it was no secret that she'd been wishing to attend ever since the event was announced. "i love you and all, but if you get dressed any slower i may have to punch you in the arm, or something."

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I’d be his, if he asked.

Six Word Story (via allineedissix)

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blaise winces as his hands grip at his knee. he'd  messed it up somehow during practice and didn't  want the other to worry. "just pulled a muscle, it's  really nothing." he lies, pushing himself to stand  up straight, keeping his weight off of the injured  knee. 

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your annoying as shit

*you're 

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disastrousflowers replied to your post: disastrousflowers replied to your post...

1.) ok wtf is thi s racISM! 2.) STOP I LOVE YOU BABY GIVE ME 2 MINTUES GOD

1.) no it's not WTF  2.) :) :) :) :) *whipping noises*