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i found no solace on the radio [ ... ] nothing but UFO's & white noise, scripture & garbled frequencies.

I TRIED TO SWITCH IT OFF, but the dial snapped in my fingers; the volume lodged at a distorted maximum — so loud, i never even heard the sirens.

i gripped the wheel & stomped the pedal. i said a meaningless prayer through my gritted teeth. i kept my eyes on the long white lines, & i laughed like hell.

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just when you're starting to think wells is kinda sorta normal he drops his used contacts in here

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| | | @doevoured 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘 A 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐊 INSIDE ... [ ... ] -> 𝟏𝟔.     HIS CD COLLECTION. — from oldest to most recently bought !

( ₁. ) paranoia, black sabbath. ( ₂. ) fresh fruit and rotting vegetables, the dead kennedys. ( ₃. ) toxicity, system of a down.

( ₄. ) blurryface, twenty one pilots. ( ₅. ) sempiternal, bring me the horizon. ( ₆. ) the downward spiral, nine inch nails.

( ₇. ) fanfare, dorian electra. ( ₈. ) wasteisolation, black dresses. ( ₉. ) sonder, the wrecks.

( others ) : nevermind, nirvana. / american idiot, green day. / back in black, AC/DC. / demon days, gorillaz. / parachutes, coldplay. / vulgar display of power, pantera. / master of puppets, metallica. / british steel, judas priest. / hot fuss + sam's town, the killers. / hybrid theory, linkin park. / transatlanticism, death cab for cutie. / news of the world + innuendo, queen.

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what if i told y'all ... wells' wolf form is not just. an oversized wolf. and then what if i showed y'all the scourge beast from bloodborne.

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It’s hard to be fearless about sadness.

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| | | @roseguided, ⁽ wednesday ₎ 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱 : | ░ -> 𝓠. IF YOU WANT MORE, USE YOUR WORDS

how   can   he   possibly   form   words,   when   even   a   gasp   of   air   feels   impossible?   low-lit   bar   stands   oblivious   to   the   young   couple,   sitting   hip-to-hip   ...   seemingly   innocuous   enough,   even   with   how   poorly   wells   disguises   his   state.   arm   slung   around   the   back   of   the   booth   &   over   wednesday's   shoulder,   fingers   clench   &   flex   compulsively.   he's   driven   mad   by   the   hand   that   has   traveled   from   thigh   to   zipper,   &   over   top   the   sheer   fabric   of   his   boxers.   he   knows   he's   soaked,   cheeks   burning   a   hot   crimson   at   the   realization.   wednesday   drawing breath   in   his   presence   is   a   turn-on;   the   passing   touches   &   sultry   glances   have   been   driving   him   crazy   all   evening.   ❛ ❛  wh   —   ❜ ❜   whether   he's   about   to   complain   or   concede,   wells   can't   say   for   sure   —   as   the   thought   never   fully   forms.   eyes   squinch   shut   for   a   moment,   head   turning   to   bury   his   face   in   the   vampire's   dark   tresses.   her   scent   is   intoxicating   [ ... ]   vampires   have   always   reeked   to   him   —   like   rot   &   death   —   but   not   wednesday.   ❛ ❛  you   drive   me   fuckin'   crazy, wends,   ❜ ❜   he   huffs,   thighs   squeezing   around   her   hand.   ❛ ❛  fuck —  lemme   take   you   out   back, yeah ?   ❜ ❜

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i'm always like "cecily is so good at this" "wells is amazing at that" but what do they SUCK at ??? wells sucks at driving. sucks at math. sucks at reading people's intentions. sucks at being sneaky. sucks at explaining his feelings / communicating. sucks at reading aloud. sucks at following directions. sucks at all sports. sucks at figuring out new technology. ... what does YOUR muse suck at ??

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the moon in paintings✨🌙

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

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| | | @moonsymbols, ⁽ luna ₎ 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱: | ░ -> 𝓠. TXT: I CAN'T SLEEP.

[ TXT -> MOONY ] : maybe consider becoming nocturnal [ TXT -> MOONY ] : it's working out great for me [ TXT -> MOONY ] : (i haven't slept in 3 days) [ TXT -> MOONY ] : but if u need company, i'm wide awake

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| | | @gunsmiths, ⁽ morana ₎ 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱 : | ░ -> 𝓠. SPIN THE WHUMP WHEEL ↳ [ BLEEDING THROUGH BANDAGES ]

they'd   claimed   it   was   "patched up",   (   whatever   that   meant,   in   retrospect   ).   he   shouldn't   have   taken   their   word   for   it,   he   should've   checked   —   but   what   USE   are   a   bunch   of   "should-have's"   when   blood   is   actively   blossoming   through   morana's   sweatpants?   ❛ ❛ jesus   christ, ❜ ❜   he   blurts   out,   standing   from   the   couch   suddenly   with   panic   in   his   step   as   he   RUSHES   to   gather   up   the   first   -   aid   kit.   ❛ ❛  you're   bleedin'   through...   how   long   since   you   changed   these,   mor ?   roll   your   sweats   down,   lemme   see it.   ❜ ❜   tin   of   medical   supplies   rattles   in   his   trembling   hands.   for   all   their   LACK   of   professional   medical   knowledge,   wells   does   keep   a   pretty   extensive   kit   on-hand   —   &   knows   their   way   around   it   well.   he   has   to   know   a   good deal,   in   this   sorta   life   [ ... ]   though   hopefully   their   leg   will   be   quick work   with   a fixing from the   proper   bandages.   ❛ ❛  you   shoulda'   said   something, ❜ ❜ he grumbles.

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Marcus Lopez Arguello in 1.01 ‘Reagan Youth’

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wells   very   nearly   blanches   when   the   zippo   comes   into   focus   [ ... ]   it's   more   dear   than   anything   he   owns,   &   he's   somewhat   tentative   of   taking   it.   ultimately   his   starvation   for   the   joint   in   hand   WINS OUT,   wells   plucking   the   lighter   from   alexei's   hand   &   uttering   a   quiet   'thanks'.   tip   of   the   joint   glows   amber   as   he   takes   a   puff,   smoke   billowing   from   between   chapped   lips. ❛ ❛ you   had   this   a long time ?   i   feel   like   i'm   always   losin'   my   lights   [ ... ]   somethin'   like   this,   though,   i   guess   ya   gotta   keep   close.  ❜ ❜ thumb   DANCES   absentmindedly over   top   of   the   crystals   as   wells   extends   the   zippo   back   towards   its   owner.

AFTER FINISHING LIGHTING HIS OWN CIGARETTE, he closes the lid on his zippo, encrusted with at least sixty blood red swarovski crystals, and holds it in wells' direction without even looking at him. once he takes a puff and exhales the smoke through his nose, he turns his head to the other. ❝ do not lose it. give it back when you are done, preferably. ❞

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| | | @ourgrief, ⁽ buffy ₎ 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱: | ░ -> 𝓠. TXT: I KNOW YOU SEE MY MESSAGES, ↳ YOUR READ RECEIPTS ARE ON.

[ TXT -> BFFY ] : y'know ... [ TXT -> BFFY ] : u want me so bad it makes u look stupid 🖤 [ TXT -> BFFY ] : i've been adulting all day like a loser [ TXT -> BFFY ] : so if ur gonna ask for a favor, it's gotta be fun

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| | | @bledthrus, ⁽ josef ₎ 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱 : | ░ -> 𝓠. SPIN THE WHUMP WHEEL ↳ [ SHOT ( BY A GUN ) ]

entirety   of   his   lean   frame   is   wracked   with   uncontrollable   tremors.   the   wolf   is   waning away,   bones   once   again   sheathed   in   human   skin   —   but   the   panic   lingers   [ ... ]   the   pain   grows.   (   you   hadn't   even   FELT   the   bullets   strike   you,   at   first;   too   hopped-up   on   the   adrenaline   to   realize.   gunfire   RANG   in   your   ears,   much   like   thoughts   of   killing   the   rancher   shooting   at   you —   )   but   instead   he   had   turned   away,   disappearing   into   the   vast   cornfield.   now,   the   pain   is   almost   unbearable   —   buckshot   lodged   deep   in   his   shoulder.   a   SHEEN   of   sweat   coats   his   forehead,   wells   breathing   heavily   as   his   company   gathers   supplies.   it's   taking   everything   in   him   not   to   pass out;   he   has   to   cling   to   the   sight   of   josef   in   order   to   stay   awake.      ❛ ❛ hey,   it   ...   could'a   been   worse   ...   dude   had   a   gnarly   lookin'   shotgun.   ❜ ❜      voice   is   broken   &   shaky,   however   desperately   he   tries   to   appear   fine — &   CREDIT where it's due, he's   not   doing   terribly  given   the   buckshot   embedded   in   his   skin.

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Bonus :

DEADLY CLASS [ S01EO1 : Pilot ]

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gasp   of   betrayal   as   the   card   is   snatched   away,   wells   turning   on   his   heel   to   chase   miles   towards   the   brightly   lit   row   of   skee   ball   machines.   the   arcade's   ambiance   is   blinding,   deafening   [ ... ]   bulbs   flashing   a million colors,   machines   chirping   in   every   direction   as   patrons   run   amok.   usually,   he   might   be   overstimulated   —   it's   a   bit   much   when   his   head's   already   ringing   with   sobriety   —   but   for   now,   wells'   whole   world   is   miles   &   skee   ball.   ❛ ❛   ice cream ?   it's   like,   forty   degrees   outside.   ❜ ❜   wells   laughs,   ❛ ❛   but,   fine.   three   scoops,   ❜ ❜   conceded   with   a   grin.   a   hand   is   extended   in   expectation   of   the   game   card.   ❛ ❛   when   i   win,   you   owe   me   a   round   of   laser   tag.   [ ... ]   &   a   hot   dog.   ❜ ❜

blue eyes are alight with the excitement of a child on christmas morning, the neon lights glistening within them. miles turns his head to look at wells at the sound of his voice & his grin widens. " you're so on. " accompanied by a giggle, miles' gaze trails from wells to the card in his hand. there's a playful curve of his mouth & he reaches out to snag it from him, making a break for the skee ball machine. he stops once he reaches it, turning back to wells. " you owe me ice cream if i win though. three scoops. " three fingers are held up for emphasis, his face still lit with his amusement. " what do you want if you win? "