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i'm going to fuck it up a little . me too .

bradley jackson & cory ellison : the mix tape .

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feeling real blegh today. think I’m sick again. and I have like 0 inspo for tumblr though I’ve got muse for some of my dads. do I need a new blog? but then all that work to do a new blog. blegh. catch me on disco I guess: mrpapadad

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will it make sense? perhaps not, but it's okay. just remember i actually have unyielding faith that one day something bigger than this world

a knife called grief // cory ellison.

You have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? You can run but not without them. You want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything.You want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. You want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. Because you know you’d do that for them.

tagged by; @morninganchor ; @coanchor

tagging; @agentinred @allevils

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Jon as Jordan Sanders Maggie Moore(s) | 2023

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"honestly, alexandra," and martin will raise a brow, his body language quite relaxed as opposed to his daughter's war-ready stance. "have we not spoken about your need to explode when things don't go remotely your way?" he drums his fingers on the table, long legs stretched out as he looks across at alex.

"this is not as you say ' bait ', but need I remind you that you were the one to seek me out in the first place? I was under the impression that we weren't on speaking terms. I am merely following up. If it is my counsel you seek, then I must know the full-picture, don't I?"

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❝     right,   we  have.   of  course  we  have.      ❞    how  many  discussions,   exactly,   have  there  been  over  the  years  about  her  so-called  dramatics?   far  too  many  for  her  taste,   thank  you  very  much.    

❝     i  shouldn't  have  come,   dad!   okay?   is  that  what  you  wanna  hear?   that  i  made  a  mistake?   no,   no,   wait,   that'd  reflect  poorly  on  you.   no  mistakes  allowed!     ❞

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“far too late to ponder or get angry on a decision you have already made.” he tilts his head as if cross-examining her.

“your decision to come see me must be quite an ordeal. if it is my counsel or advice you seek, I’d ask you to get on with the question at hand, alexandra.”

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“quit askin’ questions you already know the answer to, rusty.” danny huffs a laugh, looking at ease as he pours both of them another drink. “old enough to know better, but still here, listenin’ to what you think is a good idea.”

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Rusty’s back imperceptibly deflates.

They sat in the middle of flashy agglomerations in the desert sprung up out of nothing. Enormously deep pockets lined up single file for chips and awaited their turn amid the excitement of pitching brows and colliding frowns; rumbling dice with throwing arms, all the hope on the floors penetrating like screws through the tiny cashiers’ opening as if the anus of the cash seas were opening out, causing great pain to the sphincter muscles.

The ribcap of Vegas was Benedict’s.  

A syphilis infection of hotels, never quite degenerating into tabes dorsalis.

Two people had a better chance of picking out the same grain of sand from all the beaches and deserts on earth than running a black bag job here.

That’s what he thinks is a good idea. When the song of sirens stirs some déjà vu thing for a bunch of James Cagney boys, motes of dust turning in a shaft of blue and red SWAT land rover light, they’d stop getting further away from the future born for them. It’s being jolted back from feeling you’ve lost something, not knowing what it is. It just happens.

So he’d rather pick apart the watch while it’s running.

‘   All right,   ‘   The slap of thick glass somewhere adrift on the table rattles through to his cheekbone. He lifts his face to take a giant swig of it.

‘   What else don’t I know about the job?   ‘

That's furious Rusty.

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“Well I’d say a hell of a lot more than you do, Rusty.” Danny takes his time, the liquid in his glass glistening, almost hypnotizing as he slowly takes a pull from the amber liquid.

“Look, I get the pull of it, man, but…” He looks uncomfortable for half a second before his face smooths over again.

“—- I told Tess that our last one was really my last one.”

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❝     earth  to  ben,     ❞    he  waves  a  hand  in  front  of  his  friend's  face,   if  only  for  the  sake  of  being  really  and  truly  dramatic.    ❝    this  is  ground  control  speaking  to  one  space  cadet,   benjamin  callahan,   do.   you.   read.   me?     ❞    he  tries  snapping  his  fingers  now,    ❝     seriously,   brother,   it's  like  you  don't  hear  me  at  all,   do  i  have  to  tell  that  entire  story  again?    ❞

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he blinks, shaking his head just for a second as if clearing his brain as if he’s pressed play on the world again and cory’s face comes back in clear.

“what?” he acts affronted, as if he wouldn’t have have missed a single word that cory has been throwing at him.

“I heard you, cor.” ben waves, leaning back against his chair as he gives him his trademark grin. “somebody is in trouble, micklen is an asshole, and you rode on your white horse and saved the day —- yadda yadda, am I right?”

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just chilling in Iceland right now. sorry for the even slower dash. ☺️

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lmfaooooooooooooo

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@gravityslingshot

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traveling this next week! will try to reply to some things before. 😊

[billy-crudup]

What are you doing here? Came to see you. Also business affairs. Mostly you. THE MORNING SHOW 4.04 | Love the Questions

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@notkansas ; @longl1ve

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Jon for Minute Maid

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@agentinred is this u dressing up your husband

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@corpatrem for danny

' Come on, how old are you? '

' How do you have so much history up there? '

1984. July. He knows the date, too. Reuben Tishkoff said it in his journal. God, he still writes like Hemingway paints a blank page, only on the influence of Beluga caviar, sturgeon-fished from the Caspian Sea and warmed in the same mouth that fired the banks before they wouldn't lend him.

Orrr, he just got it the easy way. From Tess....... Which Danny'll already know.

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“quit askin’ questions you already know the answer to, rusty.” danny huffs a laugh, looking at ease as he pours both of them another drink. “old enough to know better, but still here, listenin’ to what you think is a good idea.”

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I admit I can’t shake the idea that there is virtue in suffering. Whereby if you embrace success, happiness, and comfort, these things must be paid for.

corpatrem. written by tj. 30+. independent. selective multi-muse. a study of dads and fathers. c.