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i love my free time but i have opening hours and then a few hours at the college library for an online test so im gonna catch some sleep <3

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tendoriru:

Now he had him, good. “Business huh? America never struck me as the prosperous land everyone makes it out to be, seems kind of like a shit hole really. What kinda business you doin’?” he asks, raising an eyebrow again, putting his gaze forward again in order to actually see where he was going, the bar coming into his view finally, the taller giving a grin in response.

Is that a smile? If it was, he hides it behind his fist before it’s gone again, replaced with a neutral expression. “It really is a shit hole. The economy there is bad, the government is taking so many liberties away from the people, and they have the audacity to say that foreigners are the problem. I can’t wait to see that entire country fall apart.” Hmph. “But. I work as a paleontologist. Actually thinking of going into something more... modern as a side job. As fulfilling as paleontology is, learning about the past isn’t quite the same as keeping up to date with the present. What about yourself?” He’s just noticed he hasn’t asked for a name. Stupid David.

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like the backs of our hands...

“Think next time before you do stupid shit; I’d hate to see your pretty purple eyes with tears masking them.”

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rpfunstuff:

backhanded compliment; an insult disguised as a compliment

Leave a ;) in my inbox for a backhanded compliment from my muse to yours.

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“Pull over.  Let me drive for awhile.” “It reminded me of you.” “No, no, it’s my treat.” “Come here.  Let me fix it.” “I’ll walk you home.” “Have a good day at work.” “I dreamt about you last night.” “Take my seat.” “I saved a piece for you.” “I’m sorry for your loss.” “You can have half.” “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” “Sorry I’m late.” “Can I have this dance?” “I made your favourite.” “It’s okay.  I couldn’t sleep anyway.” “Watch your step.” “Here, drink this.  You’ll feel better.” “Can I hold your hand?” “You can borrow mine.” “You might like this.” “It’s not heavy.  I’m stronger than I look.” “I’ll wait.” “Just because.” “Look both ways.” “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.” “Try some.” “Drive safely.” “Well, what do you want to do?” “One more chapter.” “Don’t worry about me.” “It looks good on you.” “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” “That’s okay, I bought two.” “After you.” “We’ll figure it out.” “Can I kiss you?” “I like your laugh.” “Don’t cry.” “I made this for you.” “Go back to sleep.” “Is this okay?” “I picked these for you.” “I’ll drive you to the hospital.” “What do you want to watch?” “You can go first.” “Did you get my letter?” “I’ll do it for you.” “Call me when you get home.” “I think you’re beautiful.” “Are you sure?” “Have fun.” “Sit down, I’ll get it.” “I made reservations.” “I don’t mind.” “It brings out your eyes.” “There is enough room for both of us.” “You don’t have to say anything.” “Wow.” “Happy birthday.” “I’ll pick it up after work.” “It can wait until tomorrow.” “Cross my heart and hope to die.” “It’s two sugars, right?” “I’ll help you study.” “Stay over.” “I did the dishes.” “You didn’t have to ask.” “I bought you a ticket.” “You’re warm.” “No reason.” “I’ll meet you halfway.” “Take mine.” “We can share.” “I was just thinking about you.” “I want you to have this.” “Call me if you need anything.” “Do you want to come too?” “I’ll still be here when you’re ready.” “Is your seatbelt on?” “Sweet dreams.” “I was in the neighbourhood.” “Stay there.  I’m coming to get you.” “The key is under the mat.” “It doesn’t bother me.” “You’re important too.” “I saved you a seat.” “I’ll see you later.” “I noticed.” “You can tell me anything.” “I hope you like it.” “I want you to be happy.” “I believe in you.” “You can do it.” “Good luck.” “I brought you an umbrella.” “I’ll pick you up at the airport.” “Take a deep breath.” “Be careful.”

One Hundred Ways to Say ‘I Love You’

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FLUSTERED/EMBARRASSED DAVE IS MY LIFE AND SOUL AND I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED

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❦

pucker up!

i uhhmmnot that sure really

i havent thought about it

if i had to take a guess itd be both sweet and fierceif you catch my driftsimons just that kinda guy yknowand maybedepending on the situationit would be kinda quick, teasing even

huhnow i kinda wanna find out

fuck

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shirleytemplar:

ALL YOUR FAVORITE MALE CHARACTERS AS FATHERS

ALL YOUR FAVORITE MALE CHARACTERS UP AT 3AM BOTTLE FEEDING THE BABY

ALL YOUR FAVORITE MALE CHARACTERS FALLING ASLEEP WITH THE BABY IN THEIR ARMS BECAUSE NEITHER HAVE SLEPT ALL NIGHT

ALL YOUR FAVORITE MALE CHARACTERS MAKING FACES AT THEIR BABY TO MAKE THEM LAUGH

ALL YOUR FAVORITE MALE CHARACTERS GIVING PIGGYBACK RIDES

ALL YOUR FAVORITE MALE CHARACTERS AS FATHERS

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tendoriru:

“Stop being such a sour puss, killin’ my vibe here” he laughs, patting the other male on the shoulder as he started to lead him toward the nearest bar. “So what’s a practical royal like you doing away from home, huh?”

“The vibe died an hour ago, sorry to burst your bubble.” He mutters in less of a calm tone before glancing over at the other again, only to look down at his phone. He needs to update his playlist. However, the ‘royal’ comment causes him to be caught off guard; for whatever reason, he wasn’t expecting... well, someone to know his status. Most people think he’s a pompous jerk with talent. ... Looks like he does know more than he looks like he does. (Admittedly, it makes David quite the curious cat.) “Here on a business trip. Supposed to head back to America in a week or so.”

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memeporium:

(If they’ve already kissed, they will describe the experience.)

Send a ❦ and my character will describe what they think it would be like to kiss yours.

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tendoriru replied to your post

congrats you’ve got a clingy demon on your shoulder forever now haha

r.i.p

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tendoriru:

“Hey hey hey, Me? I’m the one offerin’ to protect you, I ain’t the ruffian here” he chuckles, running forward and starting to walk alongside him, guess he wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Chill out man, it’s no big deal. If you’re so adamant though let me change the offer then. You don’t seem like you’re from around here, let me take you out to get something to drink, aye?”

If he didn’t have his phone in his hand, he’d have probably dragged his hand down his face at this point. Instead, he simply lets out a sigh that sounds more like a groan that wants to be cool and looks over at the person walking next to him. “Since you’re obviously not going to leave me be until I agree to one of your scenarios, sure, why not? What’s the worst that could happen from accepting an offer of a drink from a complete stranger in a foreign country?” Way to be bitter, David.

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david: leave simon: no david: leave simon: no david: why wont you leave simon: because youre fun david: ... simon: ... david: leave

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i personally love that my first thread when coming back is david just being. so bitter. towards demon!simon

i love rping with tendoriru its so wonderful;;

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tendoriru:

“How do you know I don’t, David?” he smirks with a light shrug. “There’s a lot of things I know, though- as for how I know them? Well, I’ll just let that eat away at you for a while.”

He rolls his shoulders back, puffing his chest out a bit as he towered over the other man, deliberately trying to rope him into his thrall now, but not trying to be obvious about it. “Where ya stayin’, David? Let me walk back with ya, be your bodyguard of sorts, local gangs go runnin’ when they see my face usually.”

“Ruffians such as yourself? I’m not surprised.” His words are as blank as ever, not slipping up in the slightest as he craned his head to look up at the other, a slight desire to question what, exactly, was his intentions with this conversation, his offer--all of this; however, it, along with anything that could potentially get him into any trouble with the taller, was calmed with a few easy breaths. Getting so riled up over someone he barely knew? Mother would be ashamed. “...I’m staying in a hotel a few blocks away. I appreciate the offer, truly, but I should be going.”

---and he pulls out his phone to continue messing with it, trying to ignore the sensation--the URGE to go back and talk to the stranger.

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if i hear cheerleader one more time im going back to india i swear to hell