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reverse starter call !! like this and i’ll reply to one of your opens !!

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reverse starter call !!

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i’m tired of being…

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anttidotes:

anyway give me a cliche plot based on TINDER where muse a is staying over at a friend’s house and they can’t sleep so they’re mindlessly scanning through the app and they end up finding muse b who just so happens to be their or best friend’s brother ( the same best friend that’s passed out next to them ) and they swipe right based on principle like they know this person so ofc they feel obligated to swipe but then oh ! they get matched up ! and now muse a has no idea if muse b did the same thing or if they’re actually interested and while they’re panicking they get a message from muse b that’s like “still up? come hang ;~)” and then like ….. things happen ya know what i mean

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if anyone has played tales of the borderlands can you pls let me cry forever? that game. is. so. good. i’m in tears. 

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i am upset. hiya.

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             lola felt safe when his arms wrapped around her shoulders – forming a cage she could escape out of whenever she felt the need to. it felt like he was protecting her – from all the friends she didn’t truly like, from her manipulative boyfriend – from her own intentions. she was anything but happy with her life ;; and if he had not been there to distract her from the demons inside of her head ;; she most likely would have been snorting way too many lines.  “i don’t want to be found – i really, really don’t want to be found.” she whispered, eyes staring into his for a while before he finally pressed his lips against hers – kissing her hungrily. a soft groan escaped lola’s lips as she kissed him back ;; hungrily and passionately, her hands moving into his dark hair.  “don’t stop.” lola whispered in between kisses, pulling him as close to her as she possibly could – her body radiating heat against his. “make me feel something.”  

             there was someone in his mind that would keep saying how she wouldn’t leave, how there was something about her that surrounded her; she wouldn’t want to leave. and he knew that he wouldn’t want her to leave. lincoln was fine being used, especially by someone as pretty as this stranger. if she wanted to feel something, simply to get away from everything, he didn’t care. he wasn’t in love, he wasn’t going to fall in love. he was drunk and horny and she wanted something. he decided that was his job. to give her what she wanted. lincoln’s hands rested on her waist, before he wrapped his arms around the whole of her body, making her somewhat minuscule compared to his frame. but it gave him the right amount of distance, but closeness he needed, his lips on her neck as he trapped some of her soft flesh between his teeth. suck softly on it, making a mark that her friend could compliment and others could admire. keeping one arm around her body, the other fell down at her side, before gripping on flesh of her inner thigh. 

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&&. ( J U L I E T !! )

      ❛ H O N E S T L Y caleb, even you in your obviously confused state must realize there’s no way you’re gettin’ another ME. you can have another bitch in your bed, but she’ll be lacking in more ways than one. ❜

    ❛ H O N E S T L Y juliet, even you in your conceited mind set must realize that you are the NOT the best i’ve ever had. stop thinking so highly of yourself, alright ? it’s not pretty and you can’t keep advertising yourself like you’re the best, it’s NOT working. ❜

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&&. ( J U L I E T !! )

      ❛ right — … i won’t. have fun sleepin’ by YOURSELF tonight, you’re sure as hell not staying here. ❜

     ❛ hah — you’re acting as though i have no one other than YOU. and i highly d o u b t i’ll be sleeping by myself, sweetheart. ❜

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&&. ( J U L I E T !! )

      ❛ f u c k you ! it’s YOUR fault for lying to me in the first place — … for makin’ me believe that you could be different. ❜

     ❛ my fault ? MY fault. i did nothing, it was your fault for actually thinking i was DIFFERENT. i’m a man, a pig, i’m inherently born e v i l, didn’t you pay attention in psychology ? at least now you know not to believe a word i say. ❜