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Ren | 23 | If you're creepy go fuck yourself | Other than that feel free to interact in any way !

[patheticltlgirl]

I need someone to do this to me.

Spank me.

Put me in my place.

Tell me what a naughty girl I’ve been.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

only one bed

morning after dialogue

"Please, don't make this awkward."

"Did you know that you snore quite a lot?"

"We don't have to talk about it."

"You stole my blanket and fought me for it."

"I need to use the bathroom, could you let me go please?"

"See? That was alright, wasn't it?"

"Never thought you would be a cuddler."

"You're seriously like an octopus."

"How did you sleep? I slept surprisingly well."

"I can't feel my arm anymore, you were laying on it all night."

"You are like a furnace, I felt like I needed to get my clothes off."

"Has anyone ever told you that you talk in your sleep?"

"I couldn't leave, you were lying basically on top of me."

"When did you decide that I was the pillow?"

"Can we delay getting up for a few minutes more, please?"

More: bed sharing scenarios + only one bed dialogue

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[clairenovvak]

a 12 year old girl would make a pact with a demon just to have two different colored eyes. why did spn never touch on this

[sherlockisactuallyagaysname]

[zzzx009]

Bandaging up his idiot 😊

[theygoauugh-deactivated20241128]

Abusive boyfriend, please help me leave

I've finally come to the point of being able to say it, but it's still a very painful and confusing thing to say so please don't say hurtful things. Last summer my boyfriend assaulted me (in you know which way), after I came out as trans to him. Since then, it's almost like a switch flipped in him and he's been treating me horribly. I constantly feel like I'm going insane, and the pain is unbearable. I know I should've left much earlier but I was (and am) heavily traumatized and couldn't think or act rationally at all. Things changed very suddenly and it's still very hard to believe what's happening. But I've finally come to the point of realizing that I need to leave and seek safety from this person.

Unfortunately I've become financially dependent on him after the assault and he's forbidden me from finding a new job, which is why I haven't. I'm just afraid. Even doing this behind his back is making me feel super paranoid. I don't know what he's capable of and I don't want to go through some things again... My goal is to secretly move to another city and find a job there, but I don't have anyone to help me with this, and I know it's a big thing to ask of strangers, but if anyone would be willing to help me it would mean everything to me. You can donate here if you'd like, and thank you so much:

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[buck-yyyy]

chapter three of two shots around/fifty rounds a magazine is posted :3

~

"Logically, I knew that I was in the company of some of the few people of whom I’d never have to worry about discovering the more… unsavory, to put a word to it, elements of my past. The shifty bartender, the flirtatious woman sitting next to me; even Boris likely couldn't care less about being associated with a draft dodger. Despite having just met him, I had an odd feeling that he was no stranger to criminal acts far more severe than taking a drink."

OR

At a well-to-do speakeasy in Prohibition era Chicago, 26 year old Theodore Decker runs into a well-dressed man with a passion for drinking--a man that would soon whisk him away into the seedy underbelly of the White City.

[buck-yyyy]

chapter three of two shots around/fifty rounds a magazine is posted :3

~

"Logically, I knew that I was in the company of some of the few people of whom I’d never have to worry about discovering the more… unsavory, to put a word to it, elements of my past. The shifty bartender, the flirtatious woman sitting next to me; even Boris likely couldn't care less about being associated with a draft dodger. Despite having just met him, I had an odd feeling that he was no stranger to criminal acts far more severe than taking a drink."

OR

At a well-to-do speakeasy in Prohibition era Chicago, 26 year old Theodore Decker runs into a well-dressed man with a passion for drinking--a man that would soon whisk him away into the seedy underbelly of the White City.

[buck-yyyy]

chapter three of two shots around/fifty rounds a magazine is posted :3

~

"Logically, I knew that I was in the company of some of the few people of whom I’d never have to worry about discovering the more… unsavory, to put a word to it, elements of my past. The shifty bartender, the flirtatious woman sitting next to me; even Boris likely couldn't care less about being associated with a draft dodger. Despite having just met him, I had an odd feeling that he was no stranger to criminal acts far more severe than taking a drink."

OR

At a well-to-do speakeasy in Prohibition era Chicago, 26 year old Theodore Decker runs into a well-dressed man with a passion for drinking--a man that would soon whisk him away into the seedy underbelly of the White City.

[buck-yyyy]

chapter three of two shots around/fifty rounds a magazine is posted :3

~

"Logically, I knew that I was in the company of some of the few people of whom I’d never have to worry about discovering the more… unsavory, to put a word to it, elements of my past. The shifty bartender, the flirtatious woman sitting next to me; even Boris likely couldn't care less about being associated with a draft dodger. Despite having just met him, I had an odd feeling that he was no stranger to criminal acts far more severe than taking a drink."

OR

At a well-to-do speakeasy in Prohibition era Chicago, 26 year old Theodore Decker runs into a well-dressed man with a passion for drinking--a man that would soon whisk him away into the seedy underbelly of the White City.

[buck-yyyy]

chapter three of two shots around/fifty rounds a magazine is posted :3

~

"Logically, I knew that I was in the company of some of the few people of whom I’d never have to worry about discovering the more… unsavory, to put a word to it, elements of my past. The shifty bartender, the flirtatious woman sitting next to me; even Boris likely couldn't care less about being associated with a draft dodger. Despite having just met him, I had an odd feeling that he was no stranger to criminal acts far more severe than taking a drink."

OR

At a well-to-do speakeasy in Prohibition era Chicago, 26 year old Theodore Decker runs into a well-dressed man with a passion for drinking--a man that would soon whisk him away into the seedy underbelly of the White City.

[buck-yyyy]

chapter three of two shots around/fifty rounds a magazine is posted :3

~

"Logically, I knew that I was in the company of some of the few people of whom I’d never have to worry about discovering the more… unsavory, to put a word to it, elements of my past. The shifty bartender, the flirtatious woman sitting next to me; even Boris likely couldn't care less about being associated with a draft dodger. Despite having just met him, I had an odd feeling that he was no stranger to criminal acts far more severe than taking a drink."

OR

At a well-to-do speakeasy in Prohibition era Chicago, 26 year old Theodore Decker runs into a well-dressed man with a passion for drinking--a man that would soon whisk him away into the seedy underbelly of the White City.

[buck-yyyy]

chapter two of two shots a round/fifty rounds a magazine has just been uploaded! :3

~

"Logically, I knew that I was in the company of some of the few people of whom I’d never have to worry about discovering the more… unsavory, to put a word to it, elements of my past. The shifty bartender, the flirtatious woman sitting next to me; even Boris likely couldn't care less about being associated with a draft dodger. Despite having just met him, I had an odd feeling that he was no stranger to criminal acts far more severe than taking a drink."

OR

At a well-to-do speakeasy in Prohibition era Chicago, 26 year old Theodore Decker runs into a well-dressed man with a passion for drinking--a man that would soon whisk him away into the seedy underbelly of the White City.

[buck-yyyy]

chapter two of two shots a round/fifty rounds a magazine has just been uploaded! :3

~

"Logically, I knew that I was in the company of some of the few people of whom I’d never have to worry about discovering the more… unsavory, to put a word to it, elements of my past. The shifty bartender, the flirtatious woman sitting next to me; even Boris likely couldn't care less about being associated with a draft dodger. Despite having just met him, I had an odd feeling that he was no stranger to criminal acts far more severe than taking a drink."

OR

At a well-to-do speakeasy in Prohibition era Chicago, 26 year old Theodore Decker runs into a well-dressed man with a passion for drinking--a man that would soon whisk him away into the seedy underbelly of the White City.

[lookatmeenoww-deactivated201301]

Okay seriously. Reblog if you're OLDER than 11.

[danisontnonfire]

why is it that not more than 1/20 of Tumblr haven’t reblogged this

[sparky-kasane]

I may have already reblogged this once, but I’m doing it again just to be safe

[steppingonshatteredglass-deacti]

ha just barely though

[the-gay-goblin]

Reblogging everything time I see this because I’m definitely older than 11

[blue-corn-moo-deactivated202108]

yeaaaaah… whyyyy?

[skjdfbbcnxkslsljsgcbxnksla]

I miss playing the flute. might fuck around and buy another one eventually

[skjdfbbcnxkslsljsgcbxnksla]

I miss playing the flute. might fuck around and buy another one eventually

[skjdfbbcnxkslsljsgcbxnksla]

I miss playing the flute. might fuck around and buy another one eventually