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dean’s amused with how easily connor complies, tongue biting down on his lip to suppress his smile as he extends a hand, grasping the boy by the waist and tugging until connor’s in his lap. ‘ that’s my boy. ’
it doesn’t take much for the other to tug him. once cheeky grin falling into something more bewildered and almost desperate. his hands slide up dean’s chest as he sits there. fingers brushing along the skin of his neck. ‘ yours ‘ he mutters.
‘ if you do what i say like a good boy, you get rewarded later on. ’
Well shit.
“O-okay...” Yes, that’s him getting up and doing as he’s told.
‘ hey–no pouting. c’mere. ’
“Why do I always gotta come to you? You come to me, pretty boy.”
‘ that’s cute. ’
Now he’s pouting. Or... trying to.
‘ you serious right now? ’
“As a heart attack.”
‘ that’s not really an answer. ’
“Your face isn’t really an answer.”
‘ depends. what’d you take? ’
“Depends on what you’ve heard.”
lazaruscomplex
“---are you actually doing homework or am I on a really bad trip?”
Its like you make a new blog and everyone forgets how much of a bitch you are. A+.
Listen up.
I feel pretty shit about this account right now. So I’m going to go spend time on accounts that I feel better about. Meaning I’m going to put this one on semi hiatus. I’ll only be replying to things I’m really feeling and probably not started a whole lot of new things. Which probably one person cares about.
So yeah. Good night.
I have a massive fear that no one actually likes me, rather everyone is just politely tolerating me hoping I leave them alone
my hands slide up from your chest to stroke the nape of your neck
they make their way towards your face, I gently cup your cheeks
I twist your head and snap your neck because I cannot stand you
Me: *feels insecure* Me: *vents about feeling insecure* Me: *feels insecure about venting about feeling insecure* Me: cool
Rude Starters
"I can see your point, but I still think you're full of it."
"I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public."
"I see the screw up fairy has visited again."
"You are validating my inherent mistrust in strangers."
"I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth."
"The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist."
"I like you. You remind me of when I was young and stupid."
"I'm not being rude, you're just insignificant."
"You! Get off my planet."
"Too many freaks, not enough circuses."
"Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?"
"You're not special."
"If I throw a stick, will you leave?"
"Who lit the fuse on your tampon?"
"Oh I get it. It's like humor, but different."
"Aren't you a black hole of need."
"Sure I'll help you out. Which way did you come in?"
"If you have something to say raise your hand, then place it over your mouth."
"I’m too busy, can I ignore you some other time?"
"Don’t let your mind wander, it's too small to be let out on its own."
"Have a nice day, somewhere else."
"You’re not yourself today, I noticed the improvement straight away."
"You are as pretty as a picture, I’d really like to hang you."
"Don’t believe everything you think."
"Do you hear that? That’s the sound of no-one caring."
"Here's some chapstick for all that butt kissing"
“I need the shit-talking, bitch slapping, piece of south side trash I fell for!”
a little horny, a little ok, a little dead inside.
PSA
If you don’t want to talk to me. Or write with my muse. TELL ME. Don’t string me along. Don’t tell me yeah sure and then not bother. JUST TELL ME THAT YOU DONT WANT TO TALK TO ME. How hard is that to grasp.
