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❝My life is a series of rooms, demons and coffee that taste like pot water. Not much more than that.❞ indie. Marcus Keane RP blog for The Exorcist TV series mun 21+ non-selective & oc friendly written by beeble

[seriouslyaliens]

    “Seriously, though. Aliens?”                                                                         “Yep.” 

ind. sel. priv.  THIRTEEN.  written by bean. 

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exorcisingvisions‌:

Tomas watched with a gentle smile that lingered more around his eyes than his mouth, tracking the movement of Marcus’ hand up and through the short stubble of hair. He knew that feeling. It seemed a constant companion some days, but Tomas knew neither of them would really follow through. 

Not until the job was done.

When Marcus’ hand came down once again, his own closed around that decepthively slim wrist and squeezed. “I think Ibiza is a little far.”, he said quietly. “Let us start with finding good coffee sometime soon?”

           That earned him a laugh; the type that lingered in the corner’s of his mouth and danced behind blue eyes as they traced from hand to face.        ❝  I’m holding you to that,  ❞      and Marcus will. After all the bad, they’re in need of at least one good thing and a decent coffee is reachable. He’s realistic after all.             ❝  And what is it that’s keeping you quiet? Can’t really be about this job; he’s just like any other.  ❞

[vaettiir]

“forget? he never forgets. he doesn’t forget the ghosts in his lungs or the skeletons in his closet. he doesn’t forget when he wakes up screaming and he never forgets as he falls to his bloody knees finished to the bone. don’t ask him if he forgets because he never forgets. he’ll never forget this.”

— s. s. (via spareheiress)

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"I do not think that you will find any answers in your coffee. Where are you, my friend?" -exorcisingvisions (sideblog to soldtothechurch)

                ❝  Ibiza,  ❞      he frowned, pulling himself out of his thoughts and out of the swirling blackness of coal that barely passed as coffee. He was still going to drink it, but he was allowed to complain about doing so.    ❝  We should go there; somewhere different. Somewhere…   ❞      not here. He ran a hand over his head, pulling a face with the taste of the coffee on his tongue.      ❝  We never get decent coffee, you know? For once, just once, Tomas, I want decent coffee.  ❞                                                  // @exorcisingvisions

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;; page posted: rules. 

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;; working & fixing up the blog, will get to things soon.

[gruntsandpoetry]

When I touched it, I saw death.

[exorcixt-blog]

             the EYE of GOD dilated wide                                   and you were at the                                                CENTRE of his  D I S I N T E R E S T

[mxrcuskeane]

I’m not fit. And you should know that.

[twobrokenwyngs]

a powerful priest in a tank top 

[for @clockhearted-crocodile, by request]

[thexorcistgifs]

God, for future reference, isn’t the one who works in mysterious ways. You’re being manipulated, my friend, by forces you can’t even begin to understand.