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to all of you drunk ass, single out there

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MERRY CHRISTMAS! 

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quick(?) warming up with sokol, free kiss for the first come!

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I will be moving blogs, goodbye!

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tim stuetzle | mtl v ott | feb. 6, 2021

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@kxllerblond​ sent: #35 ( meme )

Edamame by Bbno$ & Rich Brian

Watching Sokol trying to eat was like watching a child trying to eat. There was a little pea-mountain on his plate, which he’d painstakingly separated from his rice. Whoever decided the two went together deserved a special seat in hell. Not that Jimmy wasn’t already heading there, but nobody fucked with his food. 

Sokol didn’t have to look up to know Clark was watching. Judging, with a quirked brow. So typical. “Watch it, Clark.” Sokol aimed his fork at Clark like a blade. The peas clung to the prongs, split at the skins. “I will-- pop you like a pea.” 

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In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED,  send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song.

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imagine sokol bringing u home to his meet his мама... u don’t even have to be dating him... friends get to come over and eat her best beef stroganoff and and play with his pet bird...all u need to do is to book an air ticket to russia <3

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can I just say im so proud of myself for getting my project on this page 🥺

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24h with Tim Stützle

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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝚨 🖤  𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝚮𝐎𝐔𝐆𝚮𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝚨𝐓 𝚨 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝚨𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝚮𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄.

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I’m thinking of revisiting asks/stuff that I owe months ago. ❤ this post if you’d want me to something of yours, or if you’d like to plot something out. Really, don’t be shy about it!

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Should I archive this blog and move on to a new one? I owe soooo much drafts but that’s honestly besides the point, I’m just dissatisfied with my old portrayal of Sokol and kinda wanna start afresh.

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@arakkhna​ sent: “and I quote!” ( meme )

Send me “and I quote!” and I’ll write a little starter based off of the prompts given by the incorrect quotes generator.

“My life isn’t as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look like.” Sokol so wants it to sound sarcastic, like he doesn’t really give a damn, but to Illyana it probably just sounds heavily accented. Moscovian. Sokol wonders which part of the world Illyana’s from. For someone who doesn’t look very Russian, she speaks it fluently.

The poster is reassuringly blurry, like the kind of photos paparazzi snap of film stars. There’s a man in a grey suit, who slicks back his dirty blond hair like him. They have the same hockey mask. He recognizes the gun, his Valkyria, but Illyana doesn’t know that yet. It’s why he’s here today. To convince her otherwise. 

“Детектив,” Sokol presses glibly, even if Illyana isn’t exactly one. “I’m smart, like ice hockey strategy smart, but not big bank robber smart.” Any more suede, and he’ll be borderline flirting. “Ты слишком высокого мнения обо мне.” 

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@cndice​ sent: “and I quote !” ( meme )

Send me “and I quote!” and I’ll write a little starter based off of the prompts given by the incorrect quotes generator.

“If you can’t beat them, dress better than them...” It's the no-brainer kind of advice Candice probably doesn’t need to hear. Something you’d probably see printed on a poster or a cushion coverlet. But it’s the most-liked comment beneath her most recent Instagram post, so it must mean something. 

“Your fans are kinda fake, huh.” Sokol concludes, for lack of a better term. What he really means is materialistic, but it gets the point across. In fact, Candice Swaneopoel is the kind of classy that doesn’t need Vuitton or Versace. She can easily out-class anyone in nothing but her underwear. She has the magazines to prove it. But of course Sokol isn’t about to say the obvious. 

“As a man, who knows what other men like…” They exchange brief looks. It comes out sounding worse than he intends it to be, but knowing Sokol, it’s exactly what he’s trying to say. “Don’t waste time on men like that. You deserve better. Don’t even need to try.”

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black ikea hotdog in my country

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@bellecosebabe​ sent: [ WINTER ] :0c ( meme )

[ WINTER ] our muses cuddle while watching a snow storm. 

Yakutsk was cold. It was hard to tell how bad it was snow-storming outside when the powdery haze looked deceptively harmless, but even the batteries on his phone was faltering from the cold. -46 degrees celsius, the thermostat on the wall informed him. 

It was so like Verin to step straight into his lap like a cat. Like the kinds that unapologetically tracked mudprints over your stuff and still demanded scratches. Well, Sokol couldn’t blame her, when everyone in the bunker had taken the task of ‘staying warm’ to the extreme. Jacket stayed adamantly frosty and foolish in his, well, jacket. Jimmy had strategically consumed all the alcohol he could lay his hands on before the storm hit. Still, the Russian had waddled over to make sure the man was asleep and not actually dead. 

Sokol was as warm as a space heater, and the only one in the bunker with the oversized parka large enough to accommodate the both of them. It would be too good an opportunity to pass up if she didn’t. 

Sokol wrapped the parka tighter around Verin’s shoulders like a cape, zipping up just beneath her chin. Beneath his hands, Verin’s shoulder was bony. Like a little bird’s. 

“We used to make sled by bringing wet towel outside to freeze.”  Verin was quiet. Had she fallen asleep? Was she ignoring him? Sokol nudged at her cheek with his nose. 

Beneath the coat, he looped his arms around her middle. All was quiet, except for the rattling wooden door, the only reminder of the blizzard raging outside. And then, abruptly, “I miss home.”