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johnny zest (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)🎙️

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surprise surprise! | prev | next *bonus social bunny post under the cut

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vincent has two styles

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Generation 3 -2/3 that ill be focusing on soon. Scar and Eugenes twins aged up :3 ALL Ollie wants to do is be evil and do crime...but he had this thing first day he aged up where Desi taught him some empathy and now hes like 'see? im not an asshole' but he really is still. desi though.. sweet angel all around . they are probably the only teens that i enjoy in my game for real. even teddie i aged up almost immediately. and ooo how i am so excited to get into these two ;) appearances soon. i promise MAYBE less issues than scarlett but still..aint my klines without some iffy choices ;)

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miss isla 🧚‍♀️

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the contract | < previous ∙ start ∙ next > girl, everyone told you that man wasn't shit...

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Hope and Sterling really chose to disconnect. neither of them has checked their phone since they got to Tartosa, but Sterling no longer enjoys the solitude with his partner. he’s a family man who loves being surrounded by his family, and he thinks it’s time to go back home

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chapter two: fang and flame 🦷🔥 | 3/8

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TRANSCRIPT:

Charlie: This spot taken? Charlie: Buy me a drink.

Eli had looked him up and down—taking in the fishnets, the smeared eyeliner, the silver rings glinting on every finger, the way his vest left absolutely nothing to the imagination. His gaze lingered on the leather shorts that were tighter than they had any reason to be, on the choker that drew attention to the pale column of Charlie's throat.

Eli: I don't buy drinks for attention whores. Charlie: Good thing I'm not asking for attention. I already have yours. Eli: Why are you dressed like that? Charlie: Like what? Eli: Like you're advertising something. Charlie: Maybe I am. A girl's got to eat, and not everyone pays for the music. Have to sus out the paying customers somehow. Eli: Are you a prostitute? Charlie: I'm a musician. Eli: That's not what I asked. Charlie: It's what I am. Eli: Among other things. Charlie: When I need to be, does that bother you? Eli: Should it? Charlie: Most people think it should. Eli: Most people are hypocrites. They'll pay for everything else—your voice, your art, your time. Why should your body be different? Charlie: That's unusually enlightened of you. Eli: I'm not most people. Charlie: No, you're not.

They'd argued for an hour after that, trading insults and increasingly creative threats while the bartender pretended not to eavesdrop. Charlie had discovered that Eli played guitar, that he'd been classically trained before being turned, that he had opinions about everything and the vocabulary to express them with surgical precision.

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the contract | < previous ∙ start ∙ next > carlisle is going to have dreams of pulling that ponytail

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JEEPERS ‼️ ZOINKS ‼️ JINKIES ‼️ FU—‼️

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BABY IS CURED!! GREAT JOB ADIE!! :)))

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the contract | < previous ∙ start ∙ next >

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𝔈𝔊𝔒 ⋆˚꩜ .ᐟ collab w @vicciouxs 's seth & elijah

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ur obsessed w your sims and i love it

and the verdict is... guilty ✋

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prev | next | start ♬ your man does nothin' but adore ya, but i wonder what would he say?

my mood making this scene

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chapter two: fang and flame 🦷🔥 | 2/8

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The venue was a shithole dive bar in Chestnut Ridge called The Crypt, the kind of place that served blood in dirty pint glasses and didn't ask questions about the bite marks on your neck. Charlie had been performing solo then, just him and a battered acoustic guitar, trying to scrape together enough cash to keep feeding and keep moving. Eli had been sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of something dark and expensive, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. Charlie had noticed him immediately—not just because he was gorgeous in that sharp-featured, dangerous way that made Charlie's mouth water, but because he was the only person in the place who wasn't watching the stage. That was unforgivable. Charlie had made it through three songs before abandoning his set list entirely, switching to something raw and improvised, something that clawed its way out of his chest and filled the smoky air with pure want. His eyes had never left Eli's profile, had never stopped trying to crack that perfect composure. It had worked. By the time Charlie finished, Eli was looking at him with an expression that could have melted steel.