Lost In

"I was born with something not even the night can hide. So go ahead: tell the wolves I'm home." Mark Richards. Twenty-Four.

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dashingshadow:

                         ❝ I was making a reasonable argument.❞

"True, I guess. I mean there’s no way of us getting out of here soon -- It’s kind of a new chance to meet some people and make friends. At least that’s what I see out of it.”

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lolitamaddox:

“Are you asking me to whip my tits out?” The vixen teased with a quirk of her pale brow, her lips tightening into a hard line, her face unreadable. Opalescent eyes scanned down to her fingernails, chipped varnish outgrowing the cuticles, a sigh of resignation passing her lips. “That’s a little forward considering that I don’t even know your name.” A smirk hinted on her lips as she pushed herself off the wall, sauntering casually towards the man, tracing his face with her stare.

“I’ll bet it’s something square. Is it Brian? Dexter? Or did they give you a religious name in the hopes that you’d be a good Christian boy? Emmanuel, perhaps? Peter?” Games were a favourite pastime of Scarlett’s, particularly ones that made her feel powerful, threatened the self confidence of another, or that she won. “C’mon, handsome. Put me out of my misery.”

“Well, I mean you could, but I honestly don’t think you’re really interested in doing such a thing.” The man glanced aside, not quire sure what to make of that remark. It startled him to say the least. He wasn’t exactly sure how he could even fathom such a matter occurring. "I was actually granted one of the plainest names in the book. I suppose it describes me a little bit. Plain, settled, boring Mark. I imagine you’re a firecracker regardless. It wouldn't matter what name was given to you. You’d light your own fire.” 

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dashingshadow:

❝ Okay, normally – I’m not the type to complain. Like ever, but this lock     in is not exactly what I had in mind to do on my Monday night. Do    you think there’s anyway to skip this & head home EARLY ? I mean   we were all alone before this. I’m pretty sure that everyone could    take care of themselves. It’s just   ——- a really big  HASSLE.❞

                      "You talk an awful lot."

[sirxusblack]

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what's your drive?

           Probably Logan. Shit, I don’t even have one beside that. 

[rachelmaree]

Now accepting curious anonymous messages 🌚

[hellanne]

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hellanne:

by Elizabeth Sarah

[rpmememaker]

Sentence Meme sentences

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rpmememaker:

“Are you crazy?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Are you even listening to yourself?”

“Are you sure they won’t find out?”

“Are you sure this is legal?”

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Be mine.”

“Do I know you?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you remember this?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Don’t go.”

“Don’t let me die”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Explain yourself.”

“For you, I would _____”

“Give it back.”

“Give me another chance.”

“Have you ever even done this before?”

“How drunk are you right now?”

“I already regret this.”

“I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“I could kill you!”

“I dare you.” or “I dare you to _____.”

“I didn’t do it.”“

"I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you.”

“I have to go.”

“I just want to cuddle.”

“I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you.”

“I miss you so very much.”

“I missed you.”

“I need a drink.”

“I need a hug.”

“I never really loved you.”

“I owe you.”

“I think I broke it.”

“I think I’m falling in love with you. ”

“I think I’m forgetting something.”

“I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you.”

“I want to be yours.”

“I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now.”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying.”

“I’m going to be sick.”

“I’m not speaking to you anymore.”

“I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”

“I’ve never heard that one before.”

“If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?”

“It was me”

“It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes.”

“Just go.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“Just let me die.”

“Just relax.”

“Just what did we do last night?”

“Kiss me you idiot.”

“Kiss me.”

“Make me.”

“Marry me?”

“My Parents don’t know”

“My parents know.”“

"Never again.”

“Nh, don’t be so rough!”

“No, that can’t be my baby.”

“No! You can’t die on me now!”

“Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!”

“Put. The. Weapon. Down.”

“Shut up and listen.”

“Take responsibility.”

“That isn’t mine.”

“That looked easier on TV.”

“That sounds painful.”

“That was a bad plan.”

“That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard.”

“They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar.”

“This stays between us.”

“Truth hurts, don’t it?”

“Want to hear a secret?”

“We need to talk.”

“We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected.”

“What are we doing here?”

“What are you afraid of?”

“What are you touching?”

“What are you?”

“What do you need?”

“What happened to you?”

“What have I done this time?”

“What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What were you thinking?”

“Where are my clothes?”

“Where did you find this?”

“Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?”

“Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?”

“Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am.”

“You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!”

“You coward.”

“You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!”

“You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!”

“You mean everything to me.”

“You owe me.”

“You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!”

“You’re all out of ____.”

“You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me.”

“You’re pregnant and It’s mine”

“You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.”“

"You’re under arrest.”

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hanngibson:

A few dribbles of blood clung to the teenage girl’s hands as she serenely strolled into the canteen of the school. It was towards the end of the meal and she’d known that the room would be quieter then that at any other point – she was right. As she made her way into the room only a few stragglers could be seen seated at the tables that were dotted around the room. After collecting a tray of food Hannah headed towards an empty table to eat the slop that she’d been served. It was miserable, really, that this was what the world had resorted to in order to survive.

He sat in front of the girl, not quite sure where else to sit. His two best friends were out of reach, seemingly not in the same routine as he was in the afternoons. He had just got off of a shift from the clinic. Exhaustion leaked through his features as his fingertips curled around the spoon before him. “What kind of look is that?” The man merely asked, not quite sure what he would get from such a matter. In the end, there was no aim, but rather a substance of amusement.

[crystaleycs-blog]

My world existed in only fire before him. It was a greedy flame, clutching the substance of love in its hands. It burned to touch with bare hands and yet he laced his calloused fingers around it anyway. A smile stretched at his lips when it scalded his hands, saying nothing made him happier.

(via crystaleycs)

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! fck u

Married Life

Who was the one to propose: Mark. He made it a real big deal. Lots of roses with April Ludgate’s face attached on the buds.

Who stressed more over wedding planning: Surprisingly Logan

Who decorated the house: They’re kind of too busy fucking against the wall to have anything on it.

Who is more organized: Mark

Who initiates bedroom fun: Logan

Who suggested kids first: Neither. Logan doesn’t want them and Mark can’t bare to think about them again.

Who’s more dominant: Def Logan

Who’s the cuddler: Mark is a cuddle whore

What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Pranking

Who kills the spiders: Mark

Who falls asleep first: Mark

Who is louder? Definitely Logan

Who is more experimental? Usually experimenting is enticed by dares

Do they fuck or make love? Mostly fuck

Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? Logan

Who comes first? …Mark

Who is better at oral and who prefers it? It goes back and forth between the two

Who usually initiates things? Logan

Who is more sensitive? Mark

Who has the most patience? Logan

[rpmememaker]

SEND A "!" FOR OUR MUSES MARRIED LIFE

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☮ ♥ ☁ for Sloan :-) ruin me

                                            headcanon of our muses friendship: they have a secret way of recruiting their meetings. mark started it first, sneaking into her house and leaving a sticky note on her bedroom window. all it said was ‘meet me, bring some blankets.’ ever since then, there’s an array of notes that get passed between both houses. it’s even gotten to the point where mark will find a note on top of his toilet. if only poop emojis still existed. 

                                             headcanon of our muses love life: mark doesn’t think he’ll find love again. being the romantic he is, he only talks of his wife at times with sloan. he enjoys her company. sometimes, he feels the heat rise in his cheeks when she talks. usually it’s not anything special, but he adores the way she talks. the small excitement in her tone, the wide grin that grows across her lips when she speaks of the things that amuse her. he keeps it down, not really wanting to press anything more. he’s already found love. all he could do is listen to sloan’s latest gossip on the hottie totties around the city. he doesn’t expect anything more than what they have. and to him, it’s nice.                                               angsty headcanon of our muses: there are times when the stress of the day gets too hard. mark managed to knock on her door, one faint midnight. she allowed him in, but no words were really managed out. all he could do was choke out a sob and crumble down into her arms. it’s one of the only times sloan has seen him like this. it’s clear that he’s not entirely over the loss of his wife and child. for the most part, he keeps it to himself. he strays from talking about it aside from the happy memories, as if that would make him feel better. sloan is the only person besides logan who has seen him like this. he barely trusts anyone else. it’s a key moment to strengthen their relationship. 

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Headcanon memes for ships! - platonic, romantic and even brotps

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lolitamaddox:

“Honestly? I’d probably walk around topless. I’m pretty body-confident, and sometimes I just think to myself, you know, I’ve been gifted with a magnificent pair of breasts and it’s a shame that I have to cover them up all the time.” Scarlett shrugged her shoulders, her tongue reaching to rescue the wad of gum from behind her teeth as she began to ardently chew. The blue bubble that burst from her lips barely had time to expand before she popped it, allowing herself to speak once more. 

“There’s nothing pornographic about breasts, they’re just a part of the human anatomy. It’s taboo and society and little boys jerkin’ off to NUTS magazine that make them sexualised. Mine deserve to appreciated, like the Mona Lisa, or that sculpture of Venus at the Louvre.” With a slight shrug of her sun-kissed shoulders the blonde leaned against the brick wall behind her, fingers drumming against the cement. “I’d probably steal a few cars, too. Drive until I crashed. Take my hands off the steering wheel. Flirt with death and see if he flirts back. What would you do?”

"Hell, go for it. You know, there was a bar like that downtown where I lived. Clothing was optional. There was women who just walked up there with their bush out and everything. It was amazing to see how damn confident everyone was there. At peace and strangely unsexualized.” The man rubbed his chin in thought for a moment, not quite sure where to lead himself. As she spoke, it was nice to see how liberal the woman was.

“I’m not sure what I would do in a ruleless society. In all honesty, I like rules. It’s something I’ve always abide by and confided in. A world without would leave me knowing nothing. I don’t think that would be necessarily a bad thing, but at least it would be a nice change.” 

[hollidayxgrainger]