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oh hey look, this blog still exists

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I’m here, I’m queer, and idk how to finish that sentence but I am indeed here once again

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my garbage son has returned

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I miss my bby 18

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NSFW Asks. Send them to my muses. Fluster them. Turn them on. Make them ache for you. Do it. I dare you.

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do you have an 8 pack? are you shredded?

“Not exactly. I mean. I don’t have an eight pack. But I’m pretty shredded.”

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do you think kylo ren has an 8 pack? is he shredded?

“I mean, there’s a good chance that he is. But at the same time, I feel like he’s really scrawny beneath those black bath robes. He looks like a walking stick.”

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what's sex ed like in the first order

“..... Nonresistant. Sex leads to attachments. We’re not supposed to get attached to anyone.”

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have you ever tried bath bombs

“I have like fifteen hidden away right now. I love the glittery ones.”

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I want anons for 18 urgh

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I miss 18

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R O L E P L A Y   C H A R A C T E R   S T A T S   S H E E T

repost, replacing the old information with your muse’s information. pass it on to your mutuals for a better understanding of their muses. tagged by: @disacquiesce

▍ face claim: scott eastwood ▍ name: fn-2618 ▍ age: 27 ▍ gender: male ▍ race/nationality: human ▍ birthday: nobody knows ▍ standing stone: ??? ▍ residence:  starkiller base until it exploded ▍ marital status: lmao ▍ alignment: neutral good

L I K E S

▍ drink: water lmao ▍ food: anything that isn’t whatever rations he’s given ▍ day or night: day ▍ snacks: gummy candies ▍ song: bubblegum bitch - marina and the diamonds ▍ quote:  “The rain came pouring down, when I was drowning, that’s when I could finally breathe” - taylor swift ▍ historical character: he doesn’t know shit about history ▍ pet: princess ▍ book:  slaughterhouse-five ▍ colour: pastel pink ▍ flower: anything pretty ▍ sexuality: pansexual

L O O K S

▍ body type: built af ▍ eye colour:  green ▍ hair colour: blonde ▍ body reference: wink wonk

I tag anyone who wants to do this tbh

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Put “Bite Me” in my ask if your muse is sexually attracted to mine.

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Scott Eastwood photographed by Philipp Mueller for The Gentleman’s Journal.

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Maybe he should have just stayed in LA. Dealing with criminals was bad, but at least he didn’t have to see them after locking them up or blasting a hole through them. Dealing with Hux every single day was far worse than that. Was he really insulting his intelligence? Oliver wasn’t a stupid man, in any way. This job just didn’t require a lot of brain work. Holding a gun and aiming it was easy, as was just looking intimidating. He chose to join the police force in LA because he wanted to protect people, not because he was too stupid for anything else. Taking on this job was to get a change of scenery, or, well, to get out of Los Angeles. But even that city was better than this... this snotty brat. He could see why the guy needed a bodyguard-- aside from the fact that he was into some shady shit. Anyone who spent more than five minutes would most likely want to snap his neck. 

He didn’t bother to argue. It didn’t matter if Hux didn’t think he was smart. That wasn’t what he was there for. The opinion and thoughts of someone so petty didn’t matter. “Yes, the car is already out front,” he spoke with a heavy sigh, “It’s been out front waiting for the past twenty minutes.”

The paycheck was worth it, he reminded himself. He could handle Hux and whatever was going to happen that night. “Don’t talk to me like I’m a child. It’s my job to behave myself. It’s unprofessional to do anything else.” He needed to stop caring about being professional. “Does that mean I won’t need to pretend to tolerate you, either?”

The man apparently seemed to know exactly where they were going, how things were planned. Why he was here. Hilarious. Of course the job description was most likely vague, this man picked to annoy him more than anything else. To protect his life, Hux nearly scoffed at the words. It was more so to keep tabs on his whereabouts and the activities he was partaking in at late hours of the night. Hux was certain father would be receiving a list of where and when and who he surrounded himself throughout the week. A glorified babysitter with a gun strapped to the inner thigh. Anger had again began to bubble up into his chest as the American spoke, once more, did he think he was in charge? Ridiculous…the only option was to rid of him. By any means possible. Treason, blackmail, annoyance, money. Hux was well versed in gaining what he wanted for his platform and constituents, this man would be far easier to sate than the masses.

“Perhaps if you were more than a body of muscle you would be intelligent enough to come to the conclusion we are not going to dinner.” In a sense at least. But nothing he could assume this man was prepared for, whatever tasks he was assigned before his current babysitting duties. “There is such a thing as dishonesty, butler. Is the car already out front? I do hope you are able to do the smallest of tasks in a successful manner, we ask so little of your simple mind.”

Kidnapped.

Hux could hardly contain the snort of laughter. That was it, yes, the main hadn’t the slightest idea as to what he had gotten himself into. “I will allow you to accompany me tonight without fuss if you behave yourself. After that, I will not pretend to even tolerate you.