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things were getting super cluttered on this blog and for whatever reason it was making it kinda hard to write here. it’s nowhere near done but i need to make muse pages and i needed the url to be switched over in order to link stuff up etc. replies will be transferred here !!!! thanks :)

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things were getting super cluttered on this blog and for whatever reason it was making it kinda hard to write here. it’s nowhere near done but i need to make muse pages and i needed the url to be switched over in order to link stuff up etc. replies will be transferred here !!!! thanks :)

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things were getting super cluttered on this blog and for whatever reason it was making it kinda hard to write here. it’s nowhere near done but i need to make muse pages and i needed the url to be switched over in order to link stuff up etc. replies will be transferred here !!!! thanks :)

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things were getting super cluttered on this blog and for whatever reason it was making it kinda hard to write here. it’s nowhere near done but i need to make muse pages and i needed the url to be switched over in order to link stuff up etc. replies will be transferred here !!!! thanks :)

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things were getting super cluttered on this blog and for whatever reason it was making it kinda hard to write here. it’s nowhere near done but i need to make muse pages and i needed the url to be switched over in order to link stuff up etc. replies will be transferred here !!!! thanks :)

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Age Test

this is so cool! add your real and mental age in the tags :)

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i REALLY want a plot where a bad boy is staying in a small town for the summer and falls in love with the perfect, innocent golden girl that everyone in town is fiercely protective of.

like this post or im me if ur interested

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celebrity crush meme: sebastian stan

“My job as an actor is to just tell the story as best I can from my character’s point of view and let the audience decide.”

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Fashion Gods Inspire → Moschino Fall 2018

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I : Do you have some personal tips as for your workout?

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visionsofheat:

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Sascha didn’t often venture far from Dark River territory. It was important that she stay close by, keep an eye on the little ones, work with their healers and work to grow her abilities. It was like a muscle, rusty from disuse, but now able to stretch and grow stronger. She cut through an alleyway for the shortcut back to her car, groceries in hand, when she stopped dead in her tracks.  Her sharp intake of breath was due to the male, propped up against the building, his face badly swollen and bruised. She crouched, unsure if he was conscious. At least he was breathing. “H-hey, are you alright?” Sascha cleared her throat, speaking up, “Hey! Can you hear me?” 

Every part of him ached. It was nothing if not a reminder that he was getting far too old for this shit. He was sick of taking the fall for incompetencies of newer recruits who couldn’t deal even if the wad of cash hit them in the face. Dante never thought he’d see the day crime would no longer run deep in his veins but as he pinches the bridge of his nose, wincing from the pain, he’s just about considering it. His head feels heavy and all he tastes is metal, most likely from the split lip he now harbored. The man makes an attempt to readjust his position against the wall, hoping he’d be able to gain enough strength to make it to his car. It isn’t until a woman is settled before him that he allows his lungs to exhale a sigh, the fall of his chest sending a stinging pain shooting up his spine. 

“If I wanted your help, lady, I’d acknowledge you.” He spat. Though with his words did come some blood. He’d been a pro at licking his wounds before, patching himself up after an incident like this, but probably wasn’t in the cards tonight. Not when he’d nearly been left for dead. “This your place? Gimmie a minute, and I’ll fuck off.” 

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Tyler Posey by Kyle Murphy.

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Vaughn can feel his pulse jump at her word of ‘play’. It’s a pack-term. A single word that, for mates, held all the promise and teasing and excitement of a run through the forest. Vaughn vaults himself back onto the bed, the mattress groaning with his new weight and the force of it. He’s on all fours, leveling his golden-gaze to Ximena’s. “I’m all yours.” The words are tender, yet mischievousness is behind the quirk of his lips. He pounces, intent on throwing Ximena off her balance and onto her back. 

All yours. The words have her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. She wants to say something, to assure him that it’s mutual, but before she can so as much open her mouth to speak, Ximena’s soon on her back. From her new position, hands are lifting to cup at the sides of his face, thumbs grazing gently at the apples of his cheeks. “All mine?” With her body nestled beneath his frame, she makes an attempt to part her thighs, ultimately eliminating any space between them now, legs wrapped tightly around his torso. Arms tether her closer to his lips, allowing her own to ghost over his for a moment before she’s nipping at his bottom lip playfully, eyes wide with fabricated innocence. Their chemistry was explosive, the male hovered over her frame never failing to make Ximena feel like a teenager with a crush. “Feels good to be all yours.” She remarks, pulling him in to diminish the space between their lips, capturing his in a fervorous kiss.