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my multi is now archived: follow @d4ughter <3

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my multi is now archived: follow @d4ughter <3

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my multi is now archived: follow @d4ughter <3

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my multi is now archived: follow @d4ughter <3

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my multi is now archived: follow @d4ughter <3

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my multi is now archived: follow @d4ughter <3

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okie dokie, i no longer have a multi! ill be on my solo oc blog from now on.

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your father's blood will be your blood until you're both rotting in the ground. when you stare in the mirror, his face will be glaring back at you with the utter disdain and disappointment only a father can truly have.

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my multi is now archived: follow @d4ughter <3

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*steps onto stage* I want to delete my multi and keep abigail’s blog up and on low activity….

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ngl I kind of want to revamp? maybe? new url + new theme + new blog…

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@diam1nd gets a trixie ! ₊˚ ⋅

            It's not every day Trixie runs into someone as beautiful as Emma is- something about the other woman dazzles Trixie, a rare feat.      ❛❛   Your hair's so pretty.   ❜❜     Trixie is cooing, smirking as she reaches out to twirl a strand of Emma's blonde hair around a manicured finger as she bats her lashes. Tyler sits nearby, glancing over at Trixie and Emma with a look of exasperation. His sister couldn't stop herself from flirting for one second. 

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me setting boundaries

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implementing a new rule! please ask before you vent too much to me. sometimes I'm not in the right mindset to properly help :( I hate to have to make this a rule, but in the past, I've had people just... vent and vent despite me being in bad mental health hhh ;;;

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          He's a little dazed, big blue eyes blinking a couple of times as he staggers. Fuck, that was embarrassing... Thank god no one saw him- but as soon as he sighs in relief, he sees a cute guy approach him. Fuuuck. Danny grins to mask his pain, nodding at the sign.     ❛❛   Who put that there, am I right?   ❜❜     He chuckles, trying to play it off like his forehead isn't currently throbbing. He doesn't even know how this happened! He was just looking down at his phone... Danny purses his lips as he glances down at the ground.     ❛❛   Aw fuck.   ❜❜     Lo and behold, his phone had fallen into a puddle.     ❛❛   To answer your question, I have been better, my dude... I have been better.   ❜❜     

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees. ( from Danny! )

* 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞 𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦. / @nuks.

He's en route to band practice in preparation for one of their upcoming shows, mentally going over some of the music notes for the keyboard in his head. Headphones play Hall & Oates' Out of Touch into Keys' ears — a little musical appetizer before he reunites with the rest of the group in Johnny's apartment and start to play.

Despite his haste, movement across in the street in his peripheral vision attracts his attention... just in time to see a guy around his age walk right into a sign; like a scene right out of a comedy movie. Naturally, a bubble of laughter does rise in his throat, but Keys bites it back in lieu of crossing the street toward the (vaguely familiar) stranger, concern in his dark eyes. “Uh, hey... are you okay? That looked a little rough.”

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a little bunny looking at the stars in case you're having a bad day.

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