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apohistemi · 1 month
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                    I’ll miss the sea, but a person needs new experiences           without change something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens
                              The Sleeper Must Awaken
                  Independent and Exclusively Book Based RP Blog based on                                                 Frank Herbert’s Dune Saga
                                                Written by Lee
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apohistemi · 2 months
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                    I’ll miss the sea, but a person needs new experiences           without change something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens
                              The Sleeper Must Awaken
                  Independent and Exclusively Book Based RP Blog based on                                                 Frank Herbert’s Dune Saga
                                                Written by Lee
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apohistemi · 3 months
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Welcome to the 23rd century A perfect world of total pleasure...
with just one catch
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apohistemi · 7 months
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Seth smirked and gave a roll of his eyes. "Uh huh. And what makes me so special?"
𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 // 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 : 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝙸 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙾𝙵𝙵 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚈𝙾𝚄 - 𝙰𝚁𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺𝙴𝚈𝚂 — for @apohistemi
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" with the exception of you, i DISLIKE everyone in the room. "
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apohistemi · 7 months
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@coinquinatvs
Seth kissed him, slow at first then more deeply. "I'd really like it if you stayed awhile," He told Henry in a low voice so there could be no mistaking his meaning. "Do you you want too?"
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apohistemi · 7 months
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SMUT BASED STARTER CALL
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apohistemi · 7 months
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Rebecca Ross, Divine Rivals
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apohistemi · 7 months
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Seth was an odd mix of contradictions, he was a grown man well into his thirties but could sometimes feel like a lost child still new to the world. But yes he could be bold. He had only ever known the Cult growing up but had still possessed the will to leave it and commit o the process of finding himself. Whatever that meant.
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"You're sure acting bashful all of a sudden," Seth noted still looking the other man over intently clearly amused by his behavior. "I can be bolder if you like. Come on lets ge you out of here."
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"Nothing is — ..." He trailed off, still not having lifted his gaze, stubborn and attempting to gather himself. "— Nothing is wrong ..." A pause followed before peering at his company. "... But you paint yourself as bold, standing this close."
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apohistemi · 7 months
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Also weirdly important to me that Seth's life outside the cult isn't great, he's sorta lost and working dead end jobs. But the struggle is the thing. The important thing is being able to own his own choices. Yeah they may be the wrong choices, but their his to make.
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apohistemi · 7 months
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Scott Glenn as Wes Hightower in Urban Cowboy (1980)
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apohistemi · 7 months
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It still amazes me Urban Cowboy had Scott Glen in a mesh shirt and expected me to care about anything really after that.
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apohistemi · 7 months
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Seth smirked as he looked the other man over with his dark eyes. "It doesn't look very public to me," He said and leaned forward. "Or is something wrong?"
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"... this is a public space ..." that's not the issue, and he knows that you know that it's not. the issue is that he's been caught off guard, dropping his gaze; he wants to leave before he's entirely flushed. "— come."
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apohistemi · 7 months
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ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ
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apohistemi · 7 months
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Like for a Starter with young Seth
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apohistemi · 7 months
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                                       What’s up, Doll?
        In Catholic school, as vicious as Roman rule I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black                                               I held my tongue as she told me                              "Son, fear is the heart of love, “ so I never went back
              Richard ‘Dick’ Schiller from Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita
  An exploration in overcoming trauma, healing through shared community, and found family
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apohistemi · 7 months
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ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ
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apohistemi · 7 months
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ᴘʟᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʟʟ
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