[pygrny-blog]

frick idk man.

[dailyjosephgordonlevitt]

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pistolisms

    having no ties to a home has its perks; unattached to where your     heart truly lay, able to see new things, meet new faces. of course,     this isn’t why the familiar roams; it’s merely in search for its owner. 

    curiosity is what brings him into the bar. the smell of alcohol &     clatter of billiard balls. he glances at some of the patrons before     approaching a stool at the bar’s counter. most that he does is     offer the bartender a small, friendly smile before sitting down.     he peers at her with interest though; a different sort of feel those     tossed into the unorthodox & mystical mix is what he registers     from her.

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sageburnings

    he observes, chin resting atop downturned     palms. if anything, he’s intrigued. ‘ what’re you     trying to do? ‘ 

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immunish | starter call

        a new scent cuts through, slicing the trail of food         he followed, originally. shadows casted by buildings         looming above them did well enough to engulf the dog’s         profile just enough to not be seen. he doesn’t intend to be         sneaky, since he’s only CURIOUS of the source.

        the dog briefly stops, sitting on his hind legs as brown eyes         pinpoint the girl. the scent only grows stronger from there,         so he approaches her. 

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illbexgood

    the hunter spoke, sure, but the familiar’s distracted, finding     much more enjoyment fiddling with a pencil. it wove in & out     between the spaces of his fingers, rhythmically & with ease. it’s     been going on for a while, a few mm-hms, yeahs,  & nods of     acknowledgement, until he lost his grasp. 

     the pencil bounced off the man’s shoulder & fell down with a      thunk against the ground. ‘ what did you say? ‘ he asks,       smiling & painfully oblivious.

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stiles!

   a muffled groan escapes his lips & he’s burying his     head into his pillow, eyes never opening. ❛ or—or we could not     do that right now ? and sleep ?? seriously, if it’s a dead squirrel     or something, you’re staying at scott’s house.  ❜

    beacon hills is a cesspool for the supernatural -- the     familiar, included -- but the numerous missing reports arising     as of late seem to be at the hands of another new visitor. & the     familiar thinks to have a head start on a trail ( before he came     bursting in stiles’ room. ) a hand presses on the sleeping teen’s     shoulder, then shakes him vigorously. 

    ‘ stiles! it’s something else! & it’s pretty freaky. they        were eating out dead bodies near the woods. ‘ 

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anyone want a starter? as i get to replies, too.

[patrickmasturbateman]

[sheruns-shelifts]

Black German shepherd

[dailyjosephgordonlevitt]

Joseph Gordon-Levitt + Puppies in ‘The Interview’

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herjunior.

    taking a seat on the bench, another lonely night accompanied     by a cancer stick seemed to be its plans. that until another dark     silhouette filled the sparse are that was once by his side.                                          ‘ hey boy! ‘

    it was almost a taunt, his grin vanishing once he was done messing     around. ‘ ya lost? ‘

       the only sounds that fill the air around the animal are its paws        padding against the sidewalk, asphalt, then sidewalk again. it        stops when it approaches the man, sniffing his knee, then shoes. 

       the dog barks. 

       its tail wags & it sits on the ground before the bench, head tilts        curiously at the man.

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heavydiirtysouls.

 “Well.. You’re not being.. Not suspicious.” And it’s not  like she has anything better to do than to pester random  people that come into her shop. A slow smirk creeps on-  to her lips, dripping with curiosity. There’s something  about this stranger that feels almost f a m i l i a r.  “You from around here?”

      ‘ mm-mmm. ‘ he shakes his head, turning away from the shelves         lined with medicines & herbs.  this deserves his full attention. for         every familiar & their witch, a bond exists between the two forms.         the connection is undeniable as a smile broadens on his face. ‘ i         came here to meet you actually. ‘ 

[satanicvaginas2-deactivated2020]

this is so fucking stupid i hate how much i’m laughing

[farniliar]

   it’s the middle of the night & he bursts into their room.       stunned or excited? hard to tell from his expression. ‘ i       saw something! outside! i think you need to see it! ‘

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    the streets are empty with the exclusion of one person &          him. paws dig into the soft dirt; its nose catches their scent.          friend or foe? he questions, slowly approaching the stranger.          the camouflage of its black fur drips out from the pool of          darkness as it stops beneath a street lamp. he stays there,                                             watching.

[bamhelps-blog]

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