Deadweight

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ATTENTION EVERYONE

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ATTENTION EVERYONE

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[divinexchaos-moved]

ATTENTION EVERYONE

I HAVE MOVED TO @divinexchaos 

All threads will be moved there. I hope to see you guys there!! This blog is SO old and cluttered and the tags were beyond repair so I decided a fresh start would just be best.

[divinexchaos-moved]

ATTENTION EVERYONE

I HAVE MOVED TO @divinexchaos 

All threads will be moved there. I hope to see you guys there!! This blog is SO old and cluttered and the tags were beyond repair so I decided a fresh start would just be best.

[divinexchaos-moved]

ATTENTION EVERYONE

I HAVE MOVED TO @divinexchaos 

All threads will be moved there. I hope to see you guys there!! This blog is SO old and cluttered and the tags were beyond repair so I decided a fresh start would just be best.

[divinexchaos-moved]

ATTENTION EVERYONE

I HAVE MOVED TO @divinexchaos 

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[divinexchaos-moved]

ATTENTION EVERYONE

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[divinexchaos-moved]

ATTENTION EVERYONE

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[divinexchaos-moved]

ATTENTION EVERYONE

I HAVE MOVED TO @divinexchaos 

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[divinexchaos-moved]

ATTENTION EVERYONE

I HAVE MOVED TO @divinexchaos 

All threads will be moved there. I hope to see you guys there!! This blog is SO old and cluttered and the tags were beyond repair so I decided a fresh start would just be best.

[divinexchaos-moved]

ATTENTION EVERYONE

I HAVE MOVED TO @divinexchaos 

All threads will be moved there. I hope to see you guys there!! This blog is SO old and cluttered and the tags were beyond repair so I decided a fresh start would just be best.

[divinexchaos-moved]

ATTENTION EVERYONE

I HAVE MOVED TO @divinexchaos 

All threads will be moved there. I hope to see you guys there!! This blog is SO old and cluttered and the tags were beyond repair so I decided a fresh start would just be best.

[divinexchaos-moved]

ATTENTION EVERYONE

I HAVE MOVED TO @divinexchaos 

All threads will be moved there. I hope to see you guys there!! This blog is SO old and cluttered and the tags were beyond repair so I decided a fresh start would just be best.

[oscar-piastri]

#i’m a hoe for this outfit

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@othrworldy

--continued from <3

 Sweet. Gentle. The tender feeling of Clare’s hand against his cheek made Axel’s entire body stiffen up momentarily. He had never known a touch to be so soft before. Not when it was directed to him, if you discounted the interactions he had with his little sister. This was when he was supposed to pull away, move, snap, shove. He didn’t. Fuck, he didn’t. 

Instead, his eyes closed, as if then he could savour the sweet taste the caress left in his mouth. He could imprint the knots in his stomach to memory. He was big, strong, rugged, these were not things that he was made to feel. They were not things he was supposed to feel. He was a heathen, a criminal, a misfit piece of trash from the wrong side of the tracks who was never really going anywhere with his life. That is how Clare was supposed to see him, and now here he was. Needing to hear that someone as pure and wholesome and good as Clare could trust him. Needing it more than he needed air in his lungs. 

He lifts his much larger hand to Clare’s for a moment, a look of puzzlement on his brow. He didn’t know why Clare would trust him. How he could. What made him worthy. He questioned it, just like he questioned how he could be worthy of a touch so innocent and kind. 

“I won’t let anything happen to you..”

He meant ever, but that was easily played off by the situation at hand. “I just want to take you somewhere. I want to show you how it feels, I could never hurt you.” HIs voice was barely a whisper. He knew that riding his motorcycle was a big deal. Of course, Clare would get the helmet. Night had already fallen, which Axel knew made it all the more terrifying. 

“Just don’t let go and everything will be okay.”

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@milkovichsmickey

--continued from <3

Brayden had almost been asleep on his couch, lying there with Mickey. it was a position that the two of them had found themselves in more often than not, especially as night began to fall. He had only been roused to a slightly awakened state when he felt Mickey sit up. That’s when the hoarse plea had left his lips before he could even think about it. 

Now the only thing that he could focus on was the sensation left on his lip from Mickey’s finger. His gaze, that had fallen to try and look at his lip, now stumbled its way back up to the fact that had become so familiar to him he had it memorized. Okay. It was such a simple word, but hearing it slip from Mickey’s lips made all the muscles in his body relax (he wasn’t aware they had tensed up). He felt more at peace, at home. He knew he wouldn’t be haunted by another sleepless night as long as his best friend was around, and somehow all of this was still platonic. Wasn’t it? Wasn’t it always? Didn’t it have to be?

Brayden swiped those thoughts from his mind. It was too much to think about right now, and all he wanted to do was curl up with his head in Mickey’s neck. Feeling tattooed fingers playing with the curls on top of his head, pulling him into a dreamless sleep that usually left him feeling somewhat rested once the morning finally did come. Slowly he pushed himself into a sitting position, groaning softly as he went. His head lifted from where he was looking at his lap without hesitation, as he first began to speak. 

“I’ve probably got a shirt or some old pants around here somewhere.” He had answered a little fast. Almost as if he liked the idea of the other boy in his clothing. Like it was something he needed to see. “In the bedroom-if you want.” And there was the doubt and insecurity in his idea, his offer, his desire. It should only be clothes, Mickey was his best friend. So why did this feel like something he ached for?

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@milkovichsmickey

--continued from <3

The thing about Chris was that he used to be a boxer. Now he was an instructor on the side and did a much more dangerous kind of fighting to get by. Fighting in the streets had made him stronger, rougher, and more keen on the kinds of fighting that he knew the Milkovich boy was good at. He knew the dirty tricks, had broken multiple bones, learned how to win no matter what the cause. You had to. When people were betting on your life and cornering you before fights to make sure that you wouldn’t lose their investment. He was different, he had learned how to be different. But he kept his name in the game out of the public eye, so he wasn’t sure if Mickey had a clue that he was a lot more than a washed-up boxer. 

Nonetheless, he hadn’t said the statement looking to pick a fight. Of course, he should have known better. The angry and short little man was known for being hotheaded, and Chris was no stranger to that. He had a horrible temper himself. He was reckless, impulsive, and hot-headed so when Mickey started to talk big he felt himself get annoyed. 

“Awww Milkovich, you think I’m pretty. How touching.” He sneered, without moving. He wouldn’t throw the first punch, well aware of their surroundings and the fact that he had a fight tonight--but he wasn’t about to not talk back to the buzzing little bee in front on him. “Why don’t you just calm the fuck down before that hot little head of yours explodes and you find yourself in some real trouble.”