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If anyone’s still kicking around who enjoyed writing with me, iI’ve brought elvis (and others) to a new blog. Please feel free to join me over there as I try to get back into the indie game.

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Giovanni Ribisi on the set of ‘My Name Is Earl’

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Giovanni Ribisi on set of Sneaky Pete New York 

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@camillelafaye

      “My my... Ain’t you a sight fer sore eyes.”

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this may be a shout in the dark....

  but... like for a starter from an old pal?

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Why is no one talking about this?

Giovanni is fantastic!! I was so excited when I saw this.

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reblog if you are the hot sibling

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Heaven

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   “You don’t gotta say it. Honest. You don’t gotta say it, and I’ont want you saying it unless you mean it ‘n you want to.” Elvis shook his head for emphasis as he sunk into the leather seats. Despite the fact that the situation was highly unexpected, and Dmitri could not find it in himself to reciprocate the sentiment in a similar fashion, Elvis felt... oddly content. “You’re welcome,” he said, reaching across the seat to grab Dmitri’s hand. 

otg: Mechanic @ Makeout Point

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How the signs flirt

Aries: watches from a distance and kind of just groans angstily

Taurus: is super shy about it but is also really fucking adorable at the same time

Gemini: HEY FUCKER! YOU’VE GOT ONE HELL OF A PERSONALITY! LET’S GET DINNER SOMETIME

Cancer: compliments them, then backs off, then compliments them again, then backs off, then compli…

Leo: flirting? HA! Leos are too shy to flirt. 

Virgo: makes a lot of fucking innuendos

Libra: you know, you look a lot like this fictional character that I really like-

Scorpio: you’re hot. I’m hot. let’s go cool off together. ;)

Sagittarius: dO YOU WANT TO HAVE A RELATIONSHIP IN WHICH BOTH OF US CONSENSUALLY KISS AND CUDDLE AND MAYBE HAVE THE SEXIES fuck too forward

Capricorn: is actually a really good flirter. jesus christ how to they do it

Aquarius: they don’t need to flirt. everyone else flirts with them

Pisces: gets all flustered and blushy

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tonight we will be dining on my finest china

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    “I’m always hungry. Lets goooo.” Playfully, Elvis shoved Dimitri’s shoulders repeatedly.

     Dmitri bit his lip, internally screaming his excitement. Leaning forward, he asked, “When y’wanna go? A’ ya hungry now?”

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 “Hey, wait a minute.” Elvis scooted closer to Dimitri, and picked up his white tee off the backseat floor to wipe the mess from Dimitri’s stomach. His attention wasn’t with the state of his shirt, but rather Dimitri’s wellbeing--which wasn’t seeming too well. “Who says it ain’t gonna be? This doesn’t have’ta change anything. It’s just, like, somethin’ extra. I can’t hide it innymore, an’ if I could, I would, but... I know it ain’t the end all. ‘Least I don’t want it to be the end all.” Elvis sat back and took a good look at Dimitri, unsure of himself now more than ever. “Is it?”

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   “It all depends on what you got in yer cup.”

( open. )

❛ every religion is one step away from a jonestown. ❜

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    “Um.” Elvis sucked at his teeth, idly rubbed his shoulder, and ran through his typical textbook awkwardness until his throat was itching to speak again. He could see no point in lying or tucking away the issue, and to deny it would potentially make the situation worse. Elvis shrugged. “Yeah, Dimitri, I did. ‘N I’m sorry if that makes you feel bad or anything, but... it just is what it is.”

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    Elvis stayed quiet per Dimitri’s request, confined to his small corner of the backseat. “I dunno what to say to make you feel better, ‘cept for that I’m sorry I fucked everything up.” Whether it was the atmosphere or the actual temperature, the chilliness was creeping up on him too, so he leaned forward into the front seat to turn the heat on low before slinking back to where he was. “I wasn’t tryin’ to make you upset or nothin’. Honest.”

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   “You don’t gotta say it back t’me.” Elvis was quick to interject. “You don’t. I don’t expect you too, neither.” Lord knows how many one-sided relationship he had had in the past. “I told ya, I don’t know. It happens sometimes,” his tone was quite obviously nervous, and he looked to Dimitri for the first time since he was shoved away. “Aw fuck. Don’t-- Are you cryin’? I’m sorry. Please, honestly it was--” An accident? A mistake? Elvis wasn’t so sure. It wasn’t that he regret saying it, but that he regret Dimitri heard him.

otg: Mechanic @ Makeout Point