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hating a ship that 75% of a fandom ships

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Tell me about your relationship with Thomas

He's my little brother. He annoys the piss outta me sometimes, but I love him.

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Send me a ☣ and my muse will say something about yours they'd never usually say out loud.

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Come ask my character really hard questions about themselves, their past, or their relationships.

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Am I the only person who believes Abel wouldn't grow up some well adjusted, happy go lucky person? Just me? Okay.

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Thomas stared in horror at the words carved into Abel's chest. "Leave charming now." scrawled across his brother's pecs and down to his stomach. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Abel..." He held the towel to the cuts, praying they would go away someday.

He just stares blankly at his brother. "Just take the damn advice..." he mutters. When the towel touches his skin he hisses and pushes the towel away. "That fuckin' hurts...." he grumbles.

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"Shit - Abel!" swore Mimi when she spotted the blood in his hands, rubbing his back in the hopes it would soothe his coughing. "We gotta get you to the hospital."

"Fuck no!" he hisses between coughs. "I won't... you can't take me to a damn hospital... I-I'll be fine!" he begins to cough more violently, doubling over.

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Send me a ✢ for my muse's reaction to seeing yours standing on their doorstep soaking wet in the rain.

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My character has been kidnapped because they are friends with yours. When found, they're still alive, but with a three word message carved into their skin for yours. What does the message say and what does your muse do about it?

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"I don't respect a person who forces drugs into a woman's system you sick fuck!" he snaps. And to be honest he'd forced shit outta people's mouths. They didn't exactly have a choice. Let's just say Abel had inherited his father's 'skills' of persuasion. And it wasn't so much Tara told him anything, but more some one else did and Tara confirmed it. "I only have the life you gave me old man." he hisses. "God it's like I don't know what's the truth and what's and now nothing makes sense!" he croaks. "I looked up to you dad, I wanted to be just like you!" he yells. His eyes were glossy. "Now I don't know what to think, I knew you were a rough guy... but jesus dad..." he turns away, putting a fist to his mouth.

Learning a New Truth [ Open to All Jax RPers ]

Fuck. What had Tara and Wendy told him that would make his kid go this crazy on him? He and Tara had talked about keeping certain things from them, certain things that were too heavy to tell kids about their childhood. Guess she’d went back on that because right now, he knew Abel musta known something big. “Psycho?!” he yelled. “You respect who you’re fuckin talkin to, Abel. Whatever you heard, whatever you know, there were reasons that it was kept from you.” Hearing his first born, his baby, tell him that he didn’t trust him made his chest ache a little. “Welcome to the fuckin club, kid. Ain’t nobody around here had an easy life.” 

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Take that! My muse is flirting with someone else in an attempt to make your muse jealous. How does your muse respond?

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"Talkin' to Wendy and a lot of people..." he glares. "Tara too.." he hisses. "I know you lie to me, I know you kept secrets and shit from me I had the right to know." he glares. "Don't you tell me to calm down you psycho." he snaps. "I don't trust you anymore..." he said with such grave finality. "My whole life has been a damn lie." he lets out a bitter laugh.

Learning a New Truth [ Open to All Jax RPers ]

Crossing his arms, Jax clenched his jaw and raised an eyebrow. “Let me guess. You were off talkin to Wendy again.” He shook his head and leaned against he counter. “Calm the fuck down, son. You tell me what the hell she told you and I’ll tell you the truth since she likes to turn shit around.” 

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He looks at Ed and huffs. "Alright... I just... I don't know what I'd do if I really hurt you... cause that's...." he sighs heavily and moves closer to Ed, tugging him into a deep kiss. "C'mon, let's go back to your place yeah?" he asks quietly. "I just... I want to curl up in bed with you and cuddle..." he then grins. "You tell a soul though and I'll kick your ass..." he chuckles.

Morning After [ undergroundmusicshop ]

Ed gave him a look for a moment before coming to the realization of what he meant. "Yeah," he nodded. "But don't worry. I liked it a lot." He gave a sly grin, wiggling an eyebrow at him and pulling the bandana out of his hair to put it back in the place it had been so no one asked questions. "Always been a sucker for the rough stuff." He touched his neck softly for a moment, feeling skin. The bruised skin.

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and i’ll put my ipod on shuffle and tell you our life soundtrack

Opening Credits: Waking Up: First Day At School: Falling In Love: Fight Song: Breaking Up: Life’s OK: Getting Back Together: Wedding:   Birth of Child:

Final Battle: Death Scene: Funeral Song: End Credits:

Leave a "♪" in my ask box

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"No I see her plenty, I didn't get married young and knock anyone up, so I don't need my own place, but I pretty much live in my dorm at the club house..." he huffs. Abel looks down and rubs the bridge of his nose. "Why do you ask?" he looks over at Tig.

Ah. Tig had struck a nerve. As Tig more often than not did. Except he usually had little nagging sadistic intentions in mind when he got under other’s skin and this moment has been completely unintentional. He glanced back at the moping kid, squinting his eyes, and presses, “Guess you don’t see much of Tara anymore, huh?”

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domesticity meme!

if you can think of a ship, i will answer either of these sets of questions for them:

big spoon/little spoon:

favorite non-sexual activity:

who uses all the hot water:

most trivial thing they fight over:

who does most of the cleaning:

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue:

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working:

who steals the blankets:

who leaves their stuff around:

who remembers to buy the milk:

who remembers anniversaries:

or

who cooks normally?:

how often do they fight?:

what do they do when they’re away from each other?:

nicknames for each other?:

who is more likely to pay for dinner?:

who steals the covers at night?:

what would they get each other for gifts?:

who kissed who first?:

who made the first move?:

who remembers things?:

who started the relationship?:

who cusses more?:

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: