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here we gooo  ( moved ! )

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here we gooo  ( moved ! )

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here we gooo  ( moved ! )

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here we gooo  ( moved ! )

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the fact he’s so physically recognizable and doesn’t try to hide it only lends to my very strong belief that there is at least One subreddit out there dedicated to sightings. stephen walker as an admin with his corkboard and red string trying to hunt him down to get his poor fuckin brother back. mike either has no idea or one of his friends found out and showed him so now he just adds the occasional anonymous tip just to fuck w them because it’s mildly amusing and weirdly flattering as hes sitting here in a ‘bitch’ tee and slippers.

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oh to have a blurry photograph taken of me on a cheap disposable camera and uploaded onto a web forum with a red circle drawn around my unrecognizable form and have my existence debated by heavily caffeinated young adults browsing my page on their phones at 1am

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nsfw prompt list .

send me a word / phrase and i’ll write an erotic drabble.

awaiting. our muses making out and grinding while fully clothed.

bass. my muse going deep (interpret as you want).

blinded. our muses getting frisky in the dark (wherever).

buffet. my muses spreading their legs for yours.

butterflies. our muses doing something new in bed.

bookshelves. your muse getting touchy with mine in a library.

call me maybe. our muses having phone sex.

claimed. my muse reacting to getting hickies from yours.

coffee. our muses getting frisky in the kitchen, early in the morning.

cinematic. my muse touching yours inappropriately during a movie.

city view. our muses getting frisky up against a window.

closer. my muse reacting to yours sneaking up behind them.

covered. our muses getting handsy under a shared blanket.

dancing on my own. my muse getting close and personal on the dancefloor.

discrete. my muse reacting to yours touching them under a table.

free. our muses getting frisky in a secluded lake.

freezing. our muses getting frisky in a cabin to keep warm.

game over. your muse trying to get mine’s attention during a game.

hands off. our muses attempting bondage for the first time (light).

husky. my muse reacting to your whispering in their air from behind.

meadow. our muses getting frisky under the open sky, in a field.

occupied. our muses getting riled up in a public bathroom.

papers. our muses getting frisky in an office / work setting.

peach. my muse groping your muse’s ass during grinding.

radio. our muses getting handsy in the car.

showtime. my muse showing off new lingerie to yours personally.

silence. our muses having to keep down during sex, due to whatever reason.

steamy. our muses getting frisky in the shower.

strangers in the night. our muses having a one night stand.

talk to me. my muse dirty talking with yours.

tiles. our muses getting frisky in the bathroom.

voice mail. my muse leaving yours a dirty voice mail.

you’ve got mail. either muse reacting to yours having left a dirty voice mail.

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♡   PINTEREST FINDS  -  VOL. 3

adult  themes / language tw.customize  as  you  need / wish  !

Sometimes there’s honor in revenge.

You don’t get to die and be reborn the same.  You come back, but you come back wrong.  This is the price you pay for resurrection. 

Just found out the world doesn’t revolve around me. 

Honest feelings and bad timing make the most painful combinations.

If you met my family, you would understand. 

I have songs that always make me think of you.

You already know how this will end.

We have each other.

If (s)he’s important to you, show her/him.

We should kiss.

If you don’t let your past die, then it won’t let you live.

True friends stab you in the front.

Something about you made me feel a little more alive and a far less lost. 

My brother never came back.

You don’t need a reason to save people. 

The fact that you are trying is proof that you are strong.

Always have an escape plan.

Some things go too deep to be forgotten.

Don’t let your friends drink alone.

Filled with poison but blessed with beauty and rage.

I think that saving people is just about the coolest thing someone can do.

You don’t know me, you only know what I allow you to know.

While we wait for life, life passes.

I don’t know what I feel anymore.

The silent ones are the most observant ones. 

I am, as the poets say, a mess.

Let my tongue explain how bad I crave you.

Always in the mood for you.

I noticed everything. I just acted like I didn’t.

My problem is that even when I hate you, I love you. 

We were a family of weirdoes, I had to admit. 

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No more ego Nothing to control us Painless freedom Tomorrow we're gonna be stardust

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mike: that goes against my moral compass anyone who has known him for 2 minutes: your moral compass is a roulette wheel

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mr stoker your taste in graphic tees are impeccable but questionably timed  /  @killmeorfuckoff

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i will say for all alterations i’ve done w this blog the color scheme i went with?? still impeccable

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shoves you….. but it is because i have feelings for you

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gonna do it gonna. do some cleaning here and work on remaking in another week or so. tired of my tags twitching and feeling cluttered w conflicting thoughts from 6 months ago. should be the same url and everything though assuming i don’t trip onto a better one !! if you’d like to drop or make sure to keep anything just give me a shout; i will probably be keeping whatever people reply to otherwise ♥

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gonna do it gonna. do some cleaning here and work on remaking in another week or so. tired of my tags twitching and feeling cluttered w conflicting thoughts from 6 months ago. should be the same url and everything though assuming i don’t trip onto a better one !! if you’d like to drop or make sure to keep anything just give me a shout; i will probably be keeping whatever people reply to otherwise ♥

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with all due respect (none),

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killedfirst​:

     she      couldn’t      fault      him      for      this.                     some    people    just    weren’t    big    on    talking    about    themselves,    and    sasha    understood    that    point    of    view.    it    only    threw    her    off,    she    realized,    because    most    of    the    people    mentioned    in    statements    had      no      cares      in    speaking    their    story.    some,    she    had    heard,    even    approached    the    institute      themselves.      sasha    pauses    for    a    minute    before    shifting,    pulling    out    a    pen    from    her    bag    and    moving    some    of    the    papers    around.    if    she    were    going    to    do    this,    she    was    going    to    do    it      right.

     it      takes      her      a      minute      with      shaking      hands,                     nervous    though    she    really    couldn’t    pin    point      why.      he    had    been    polite    so    far,    even    going    as    far    as    to    set    the    coffee    in    front    of    her.    she    had      no      reason      to    think    things    could    go    deeply    south,    and    yet    her    handwriting    at    the    top    of    her    page    of    notes    looks    more    like    the      lightning      across    crew’s    skin    than    letters    detailing    dates    and    names.    sasha    takes    a    deep    breath    to    steady    herself,    then    pushes    her    glasses    further    up    her    face.

     she      looks      up      as      calmly      as      she      can,                     writing    as    she    speaks.           ❛           the    first    mention    we    found    is    from    statement      zero      one      three      two      eight      zero      six.      i    don’t    expect    the    numbers    to    mean    anything    to    you,    it’s    just    how    we    keep    track    of    the    statements.    this    one    was    given    by      dominic      swain.      can    you    give    me    a      brief      description      of    your    relationship    with    mister    swain    ?           ❜           this    was      solely      so    she    could    compare    the    two,    derive      fact      from      fiction,      but    she    was    also    quite    curious.      she      was      always      curious.

he is patient as he waits for her to ready herself, pen and paper like some official reporter teetering precariously on the verge of some important break. it’s amusing, in some small fashion, to think anyone would be interested in his words so raptly, that he might have such a reputation without ever considering it. there is some sense to it, of course; he knows firsthand some of the talk between others like him, and certainly what he’s lived could be seen as something of it’s own debacle, but it’s never anything he’s really put much weight to.

he definitely hasn’t put a seven digit number to it.

“ swain, you said? i’m ... ah, i’m afraid i’m not familiar. ” mike’s expression is apologetic in such a way that is strikingly sincere, shifting to lean forward in his seat a little to skim upside-down the statement she’d brought. the repeated mentions of tour montparnasse are first to jump from the page, stirring only the vaguest memory, france was lovely in the summer, but as he sits back he shakes his head a little with a small frown. “ sorry ... couldn’t tell you. usually haven’t the foggiest idea when it comes to names, to be honest. i’m taking it to mean we met, at some point, though? ”