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and the road leads to nowhere                       and castle stays the same                                              and the father tells the mother -                                                                         wait for the r a i n 

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Type your name into the new tumblr gif function and post the gif you get.

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2:34 am - I watch the rise and fall of your chest I realise I love you Every flaw that makes you human I love it all 3:10 am - I count the imperfections of your skin And worship every one They tell the stories of where we’ve been How far we’ve come 3:57 am - With every sleep soaked breath you take I fall further still This tiny room is our own heaven Made for only us two

These early hours speak the truth // They are filled with my devotion for you (c.f)

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A small smirk formed at the name. They have new names for a lot of reasons - new job, different motel, risky town.

But this was by far his favourite.

“Kelly, huh? Name’s James myself.      And what would a girl like yourself be doin’ here all by your lonesome?”

              “I’d ask if you come here often,                but you already answered that                question.”           She turned to face him, a slight           grin on her face.                “Name’s Kelly, and you are?”                Another night, another name.

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He hadn’t exactly meant to do it.

He’d meant to be good, to toe the line, to keep his nose clean. But he couldn’t resist a challenge, or a chance to please his girl.

“Err...Hettie? I did something you kinda asked me not to do.”

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Name: George Taylor Age: 31 Height: 5′9′ish’ Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Brown Orientation: Heterosexual Species: Human Nationality: American Positive Weaknesses: Thrill seeking, flattere, likes to splash cash that he doesn’t have Allergies: Peanuts. Tree Nuts, Shellfish, Lactose a little Fears: Getting caught, death, large dogs How sickly they are: Pretty dang healthy How often do they hurt themselves: He’s constantly walking into shit, so his shins are a mess Relationship Status: Sort of vaguely engaged?

introduce your muse!

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The southern voice reminded him a little of home, and almost instantly George felt a little warmer toward the stranger. Sure, it was a few states over from his own, but it was still South and that was what mattered. 

Didn’t make the words being said any truer, though, and George offered a skeptical look, “I ain’t ever found the back seat a great place to sleep; too cramped. Somehow manages to be even worse than a motel bed.”

Richard groaned a bit as he ran his hands over his faced and reached to open the door. Me pushed it open just slightly, enough as a warning to step back, before opening the door all the way and stepping out of his car.

“There ain’t a place that’s much more comfortable to sleep,” Richard explained. His sleep-filled voice flowed with the light drawl of his southern accent. Richard had to stretch a bit, pulling his arms forward to help pull out the kinks in his back. “Safest place to be, after all.”

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prongsyboy:

u trendy kids and ur fancy formatting and ur boarders i mean back in my day we slapped on a gif with some random text and called it a starter

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Send (╯°□°)╯ for my muse’s reaction to yours punching out someone who was flirting with them!

“Jesus, Hettie!”

The surprise in his tone was mirrored by the surprise on his face, but-But he couldn’t deny that what he’d just witnessed was a little bit hot.

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, henriettahippo:

             Hettie didn’t look up.             She knew the voice, knew the game.             It was one of her favourites.                         “Whiskey Sour.”

He’s known her long enough now that in truth he could probably have ordered for her. But it’s fun to pretend he hasn’t.

A hand held out a crumpled bill to the bartender. 

“Whisky sour for the lady, and another Bourbon on the rocks.”

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"I haven't noticed you here before, you don't come here often do you?"

“Me? No, I’m new in town, one night only.”George slid a couple of barstools over until he was sat next to her, leaning back against the bar.“But while I’m here, can I get you anything, pretty lady?”

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REBLOG/LIKE IF YOU'LL RP WITH MULTI-MUSE BLOGS.

I keep seeing things about it on my dash and figured this could be useful for others to know.

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The Bar Scene [Flirting] - Send my muse one for their reaction!

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"I haven't noticed you here before, you don't come here often do you?"

"Are you really here alone? Want some company?"

"I'm sorry, I noticed you from across the bar and I felt the need to say hello."

"So, what will you be drinking?"

"I just had to point out that you are definitely the cutest here tonight."

"Would you like another one of those once you're finished drinking it?"

"Hi, I've not been in here before. Is it a nice environment usually?"

"Do you have any plans after this?"

"Would you like to go somewhere more private?"

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Okay, so he had been staring, that couldn’t be denied. And yeah, of course, he knew, from years of his ma and his pastor telling him, that staring was rude. But he’d done a lot of rude things in his life, and staring hardly compared. Still, he’d been kinda taken aback when she turned to look at him, an elegant eyebrow raising in his direction. He hadn’t been expecting that. After all, he was no expert on languages of the world, but he was pretty sure Brail books were usually for blind people. He’d never been stared back at by a blind person.

“Does it make it better or worse that I thought you wouldn’t...notice?”

She’ll just sit here, on the steps of the library, and she’ll read. The book is in brail. It looks far more intimidating than it is, it’s actually a collection of nursery rhymes, but she won’t say so unless someone asks. It’s strange for someone who is not blind to be reading in brail, of course, but she already fluently speaks nine languages, and learns a new one each time she moves on from one place to another. Every ten years. This time, it’s sign language and brail. She’s strangely aware of someone watching her. She may have seemed blind as she stared straight ahead, deciphering the textures of the page, but now she’ll turn her crystal clear blue gaze to the stranger, and raise an eyebrow.

“You know, it isn’t polite to stare,” she’ll comment in that all too vintage tone of hers, “if you want to read the book, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until I’ve finished it.”