GUIDELINES
game muses: semi-au, NOT spoiler free
multi-muse ; multi ship ; multiverse
semi-selective roleplayer
so you're a tough guy like it really rough guy just can't get enough guy chest always so puffed guy i'm that B A D T Y P E make your mama sad type make your girlfriend m a d tight might seduce your dad type
i'm the bad guy, duh
Time : EST: May 2015 | penned by noons
Going on indefinite hiatus here, it time to split from this blog for a while. Some will be told about where I'll end up, others not so much.. I tried with some of you, I really did but most of you used my kindness, some trashed my name. I plan to stick to a certain community after this and maybe one of these days ill come back here.
For now, so long. I'll be around, I'll be checking in on my friends from another highly selective area.
Figures slide away from each in a perspiring and sticky mess, pants are only audible in the darkroom. Dropping to the bed next to his partner’s side he let out a felicitous exhale, “It’s fucking hot…” He whispers an arm covering his eyes momentarily to shield it from the threatening sweat.
Seungjun simply agrees, with the nights enhancing a more humid feel it was difficult to stay satisfied in the house with a busted air conditioner; he practically feels if he converses he’ll dissolve into a puddle of sweat. He shifts realizing the layers beneath him are soggy from their prior ventures, letting out a cry of frustration he shrugs himself back down into his mattress. “I’ll have to call them tomorrow,” he murmured, “aren’t you supposed to be used to the temperature?”
“I mean, yeah?” Brows groove under his arm, “I’m in a form that overheats like the rest of this world, unfortunately, I still have human attributes.” There’s a soft confirmation from Jun, “There’s a downside to everything for everyone.” Blue orbs shift to look at the alarm clock on the others nightstand, it’s nearing two o’clock. “Come on, let’s take a shower, and instead of enduring the night here; you can come back to my place.”
There’s no room for further discussion, Jun moved as quickly as his overheated form would let him. “Deal.” He was sold, to him Lucifer’s bed was cozy, inviting, and smelt nice; home. Oddly enough thinking about it made him hesitate as he reached for the lights, home, that didn’t come out right. Fox-like eyes squinted, taking a moment to actually think - but nothing more would come to mind. Home. Flicking on the light he turns to look at his exposed partner, admiring him only to stop once their eyes meet.
“What?”
“Can a guy not admire what is in front of him?” Humming a grin slipped across his face, “I relish in the fact that the King of Hell takes pleasures in sharing a bed.” Opening the door to his bathroom he holds up towels, “Quickly now, I yearn for central air.” Closing his eyes his head lulls back in a silent want, only opening again when the creak of his bed frame to ensure Lucifer was moving and getting ready.
“I feel like you're using me for my central air now.” He joked, playfully nudging Jun away from the bathroom door.
“Nah, I'm definitely using you for your bad habits and –” The door shutting in his face cuts him off, his own brows knit together opening it to glare at the other, “I was talking.”
“I know.” Lucifer's smug grin stirs a pit of anger in his stomach, yet it calms as the icy hues land on him; sending a chill over his skin he shivers. “I fucking hate you.”
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Their shower lasted long enough for them to wash up, somewhat cool off and be on their way. Jun still agitated with Lucifers’ playful nature lagged behind the slender King, arms crossed, eyes trained on the back of his dark wife-beater. It’s hard to remain angry at the other, again he admired the males’ stature - Lucifer was an angel at one point, it would be hard to be an ugly creäture if you were once a ‘beautiful’ angel. Right? Orbs took in the sight of the Leviathan cross and the inverted cross on his inner bicep, all of them were covered - modest. Snorting to himself he shook his head, Lucifer was modest on the outside. Dressing in dress clothes most days, hair was pristine, tattoos covered or in places they’d never be noticed to the public eye.
“If you stare any harder I may actually go to back to hell, you still mad?” He barely glances over his shoulder, his side profile being noticeable with damp air covering his shoulders. Fingers thread through the blonde waves, pushing it back with a hum.
“No, just thinking.” Jun moved to walk at a quicker pace, gazing at the other.
“About?”
“You. You’ve been around for years, why are you so modest for being Lucifer?” Genuine question, had anyone else noted this? He was the literal epitome of sin, yet he was modest. “You embody sin to everyone and you wear a blazer and dress pants, why?”
“What were you expecting?” He questioned with a laugh, “A fuck boy?” Juns brow quirk answered his question, “Sure, I get it. If I gave off that appearance of a fuck boy more people would be inclined to believe I was someone to feared, distrusted, or a troublemaker.”
A nod came from the other, “So you purposely deceive people?”
“Have I deceived you?” The question stopped Jun in his tracks, Lucifer turns to gaze at him.
“Actually no…” It was odd he hadn’t actually thought about it, “But you do other people right?”
“To an extent, I do enjoy the feeling of these clothes. They are snug, professional, and look nice. Don’t you agree?” Holding up his blazer and dress shirt he smiled. “I suppose you are right, I do enjoy this tank top look though. Your arms deserve more spotlight…” Digits reach others to squeeze at the warm skin, aside from his eyes and hair – Lucifers arms were his next favorite feature. He was slender with muscle where it mattered, Juns gaze dropped to his thighs. Nope, that was a subject for another day.
Lucifer chuckled, shaking his head. “Any other questions or concerns?”
“Actually yeah,” this next question often bothered Jun not on a personal level but on a worried level, “why when you talk about relationshi–”
“Pass.” A hand rose and he shook his head.
“No, why do you do that?” A finger jutted towards Lucifer, “Why is it difficult for you to actually talk about that?”
He can see dark brows furrowing, “Because I’m not the type for relationships,” raising his shoulders he shook his head. “Do you honestly see me, Lucifer, Satan in a relationship?” Jun nodded, “Actually, yes.” The elders’ nose wrinkled, “No.”
They continued to walk in silence, Jun contemplated what to say next - unsure of how far he’d actually want to push him. Lips rolled together, yet again, he always pushed Lucifer's buttons; was this any different?
“Who hurt you?” The question slipped out almost in a whisper.
“What?” The annoyance had transferred to Lucifer, a common thing they did to each other.
“I said, who fucking hurt you? Why are you so closed off towards the world of relationships?”
“Why are you inquiring so much about it Jun?” His head shifted off to the side his body turned toward his partner in a full stop. “Why do you want to know about this, it doesn’t matter. What is there to take away from this?”
Juns eyes scanned his surroundings, searching for a question or answer; something. “I just– you’re literally one of my closest friends and I’m trying to figure out why it doesn’t matter to you! Is that so wrong?” His head shook with his question, “Its pretty evident someone hurt you enough you are so agitated that you can’t even fathom to listen to a damn question.”
Again silence enveloped them, “I’m not built for lovin’.” Eyes looked past Jun, avoiding any type of encounter he could have. “I’m not built to care for people in that regard.”
“The truth, Lucifer.” Eyes bore into his companions’ face, “Stop deflecting it.”
A long sigh escaped the king, “Fuck… Okay.” There wasn’t any getting out of this, Jun was persistent and he knew if he didn’t answer he’d be hounded for the rest of his immortal life. “I just – fuck. I fall for the wrong individuals or maybe it’s just HIM fucking with me.” Lucifer vaguely motions towards the sky, “They die and are sorted off to other realms that aren’t my realm, what’s the point if everyone either dies or casts me out?” Blue hues locked on Juns, “Its an illusion that the humans made to feel good, it’s not necessary. I tried, I didn’t enjoy it. So again, what’s the point. It’s all temporary so it doesn’t matter.”
There it was, the heartbreak, the letdown. Jun nodded, “Thank you.” Dark orbs gazed at his friend, “There’s a downside to everything for everyone.” He repeated to Lucifer, the words had been spoken earlier by Lucifer himself.
“Yeah… There is...”
It wasn’t regularly that Six allowed people to get close, he had a low number of three individuals he called friends; and then there was Yukwon. Yukwon was someone he’d call a friend but also held at an arm’s-length, for his own security. The tiny beast wasn’t someone who developed feelings often but when he did he was unconditional, gruff but impeccable. Since the evening the male showed up at the club and they conversed drunkenly amongst themselves, he noticed a glimmer of anticipation every time he went to work and a sense of dread when he didn’t arrive.
Numbers had been traded and a teenage hope in each ding that maybe Yukwon was the first to message. Pathetic, he knew. Reduced to nothing more than a capricious child, rolling in bed when a goodnight text followed.
Arm’s length.
He continuously reminded himself, arm’s length.
Lucifer often sought after Six’s motives with Yukwon, perhaps the Devil truly cared – or maybe he wanted something to blackmail him with. A sigh, a roll, and a click to turn the screen off his phone. Indestructible lizard, sure. However, he was faulty. Emotions weren’t supposed to be attached to him, he was deemed to be feared. Another sigh, followed by a grunt - “Fuck me…” Brided digits covered his orbs and attempted to wish away whatever it was that made him hope that there were more interactions with the other.
Ding!
The device was in his hand faster than light, eyes scanned the lock screen : Yukwon with a crown emoji settled next to it. ‘Wait a few seconds before opening it, it would make him seem suspicious if he opened it quickly; right?’
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Fuck it. Opening it he tilted his head to the side and shifted to sit up, the message simply said, ‘ Can’t Sleep ’ with a location marker under it. Another message came in, with two more words ‘ Meet me? ’. Six sent a thumbs up and set his phone on the charger as he shuffled around his room to find something to wear, his body ached from work; muscles screamed and fingers still stung. No matter how long he had been doing this job his body still throbbed, Hanbins words echoed in his head ‘ pain is a sign of weakness leaving ’. Shrugging on a grey tank and a leather jacket he looked around for better pants, hopefully, it wasn’t too hot out.
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Eyes studied the grassy plane, Han River was a go-to for most people who couldn’t sleep. In fact, he and Hanbin visited the area after work or even when they just needed a breather from Lucifer and his antics.
“Six!”
Hazel hues turned to look at his friend, “Yo.” He seemed tired, almost as if he hadn’t slept in a few days. “What’s going on?” Brows rose in concern, yet, he remained silent - hoping maybe the other would speak about it himself. If there was one thing he learned about people, it was to let things naturally come out; pushing matters could only make it worse. Yukwin’s quiet behavior wasn’t anything out of nature but the bags under his eyes spoke volumes. “Its been a while since we saw each other…”
“Yeah, work has picked up again.” His voice was quiet, reserved. Six now chalked up his tired state to work, perhaps he was much like his household. Fatigued and overworked. Yet, something continued to nag at the back of his brain, not accurate. No matter how much he wanted to believe it. There wasn’t going to be away around it, the question would inevitably be asked.
“Thank you for coming,” he uttered, “I couldn’t be alone tonight.” Orbs caught Six’s gaze, a smile was flickered and dissolved.
Holding a hand out for the other to walk ahead towards the river he pondered what to say to him, “Is everything okay?” Six inquired, “You look tired…”
“I’m perpetually tired.” A chuckle was heard, “Sleep comes very few and far between.”
“Oh…” He must have sounded perplexed, his companion turned and shrugged; “I promise there is nothing more than usual going on. We regularly meet at the club, it’s dark, and very little is shown.” A hand stretched out, tussling the others’ blonde hair. “Don’t worry too much Six, you’ll get frown lines.”
“I already have frown lines… I think.” Fingers felt around his face, scowling. “Much to my amazement I don’t, so nevermind.” Shoulders lifted, “But pet my head again and I’ll snap your wrist.” Legs led him down the hill towards the river, leaving behind a snickering Yukwon. “You’re much too compact to NOT pat, you’ll have to give my tired ass a pass here and there. There’s something gratifying about beating the odds of getting my wrist broke.”
“Yeah, yeah. Mock my stature but I can still beat your ass.” Digits quickly fixed his hair as he grinned to himself, “There has to be some type of vendor open right, I’m fucking starving…”
“I was told not to feed Gremlins after midnight.” Another laugh erupted from Yukwons chest.
“I swear to Lucifer if you called me out here to make fun of my height I will end you.” Spinning around on his heels he glared at Yukwon. “Alright, alright. That was the last one for now.” Six shook his head, “No, not for now. It stops. PERIOD.” Hazel hues squinted, “Fine, fine - but what do we do when a vendor says your my son?” Hand defensively rose to his chest and face, “I’ll let that one pass, you are basically saying I look young.”
im here to get my mind off things too much has been happening on my end and not enough time has been put into here. im going to do something that i have bee promising my friend @ofkngs first. then later try to get to other things.
discord is going to be deleted and redone and given to a select few people, i will not be posting my discord publically anymore and will require people to send me their discards for now on. i hope everyone understands.
You guys were quick to stand up for me and make me feel better and loved yesterday, the anon I answered is someone I have been dealing with for a little under 3 years now maybe 4. I don't like airing out my dirty laundry and honestly if I had their at id warn people who were close to me and even those who'd listen... This person is the person to infiltrate tour friend group and explode it from within, then when called out they create scenarios where your character wasn't the best or not seen in a good light. They will twist your words, create different problems to make you seem as though you didn't try hard enough to help them or their character...
This person has been upset with me since my character refused their character advances, they made me and my muse out to be people who enforce following through with suicide. Never once have I encouraged that type of behavior and never would I. My character never abandoned their character and had given theirs everything they asked for if it was obtainable. Ever since my character denied theirs and I agreed that my mind had been made they have harassed me and my character.
They have sent me anons here, but their IP has never been recorded leading me to believe they follow me or have friends following me. All of their discords say moved or gone, i have blocked those as well. Thinking I need to make a new discord, just in case.
I just want everyone to know this isn't an isolated incident, that it's been something I have dealt with. I ignore as much as I can but after the two deaths, one critical condition and fracturing my toe - it was too much for me.
No one actually wants to start a thread with you, you're gone all the time and those you do plot with aren't interested in the one sided threads. Why are you still trying we have talked about this,you're friends are gone and here you are still trying
Why are things like this necessary?
Why tear down someones want to be here, to interact with other people? I don't fucking understand, these anons are the reason I don't want to be here and even then if I turn off anon you guys message me on discord somehow. I can't get away from you guys, I can't be here in peace without you guys harassing my every move.
What is you're endgame? What are you trying to achieve by sending me anons here and messages on discord? You're foul, you're disgusting, and what you're doing is a mistake. Please leave me alone, I get that all of my friends are gone from here - starting hit new with others on Tumblr is hard enough without you and your friends messaging me shitty stuff.
I never wander these but this time it has struck a nerve, I just want to get away from what's going on in my life right now but I have to deal with your bullying and harassment.
Xingchen can’t help the smile that blooms across his features, only for it to become a full blown grin. Laughter bubbles, and he shakes his head.
“I suppose it could be worse.” Bit of a tease evident in the tone of his voice, especially because he didn’t actually mind. If anything, he would have stayed if necessary just to let him sleep a while longer, or for as long as he needed. Sore neck in the morning could easily be dealt with, but a pillow tucked under their heads sounded much more comfortable and convenient. Except amusement and attention temporarily averts when Seren came close, who is always a welcomed guest in his home. And truly, Xingchen feels a bit of relief when he agrees to stay the night. Having him leave at such odd hours in the night, in weather that was anything but pleasant… it wouldn’t have sat well with him.
“I’m not sure… a good while, I assume.” In case he hadn’t been able to get back to sleep after being stirred awake, Xingchen took the liberty of letting him sleep a little while longer. It’s not as though the position was actually uncomfortable.
Hum follows the question, knowing the only way to get the answer now was to have his phone state it out loud. A phone that was in dire need of charge, and he supposes it didn’t quite matter. No need to startle him, if it’s truly become too late. “I’m guessing it’s long past midnight.” Seemed about right, felt about right… but that may just be prompted due to how tired he felt. “Come on, let me show you the bedroom before my shoulder suffers the consequences.” Once more, mere jest, voice remaining soft with the hints of a lingering smile. Standing, he extends a hand. Reaching over, brushing his fingers over the other’s wrist as the indication to follow him. “You can have my room, obviously.” It’s a bit easier to maneuver than the rest of his apartment. Less chances of bumping his hip into something when he first wakes - and since Xingchen is used to the layout of his place, he figures it’s fair.
Spending the night on the couch isn’t bad, and it’s not as though he’d make a friend of his take the couch, regardless. “It gets a bit warm in here.” A bit of a warning, an apologetic tone as he opens the bedroom door, letting it remain open.
And just as he had expected, it’s a bit warmer in this room than the rest of his place. Albeit not an uncomfortable temperature, it’s rather comfortable considering how cold it has become outside. Okay, good. “Bed is directly in front of you.” Through the door, continue forward - and there it was. An easy enough outline, keeping it centered so that he could easily outline the rest of the room accordingly. “And the nightstand is to the left, if you need to charge your phone or… need to get up, just be careful with it.” He can almost recall all the times he’s ended running into it, or catching his ankle against it when he first got it and set it where it currently stands. A pause, as though he’s trying to remember something, and suddenly he makes a sound of realization as he starts moving around once more, heading across the room towards his drawer. “Do you want a change of clothes to sleep in? If you do, I have extras.”
“THANK YOU ANYWAYS .” IT was a genuine thank you , he was pleased with Xingchen and his hospitality . The man had never shown him any ill intentions , nothing but sweet gestures . Letting him sleep only proved it further , had he been closer to the window he would know the estimate of time . “It’s not every day I feel well-rested , even in a small time frame of sleep .” He chuckled with his friend , “My head isn’t that heavy , my body doesn’t even weigh that much . I assure you if we stay here your arm will survive .”
TAKING HIS HAND HE followed silently , listening to the other . “I have no problem with warmth , Seren might but she knows how to cope .” Killian was proud of his service dog , she dealt with a lot from him . Part of him was thankful she wasn’t a person , the embarrassing stories she could tell or even blackmail him with .
“WHERE WILL YOU SLEEP ?” Brows rose in worry , personally , he didn’t want to feel as though he burdened the other into a guest room or worse the couch . He nearly cringed at the thought , “If its the couch I would prefer the floor .” His nose wrinkled his frown , “Couches are uncomfortable and small .” Killian couldn’t even count how many times he had injured himself sleeping on the couch only to wake up thinking he was in his bed . His upper leg had marks to prove his clumsiness , hands brushed over the bed to find seating . “Comfier clothes do sound pretty nice…” Shifting his leg he slightly grimaced at the thought of sleeping in denim again , most importantly under a sheet . “Yeah , that would be nice . Thank you .”
❛ I AM HARDLY EVERY WRONG. ❜ One did not live for such a long time without acquiring some knowledge, after all. She was proud of each of the tails she had obtained, though most of them were in captivity. She still feels herself as wordly, though her knowledge might be ancient – she had lived through things that these mortals could ever dream of!
Yet there was something a little off putting about this male who stands nearest to her as honey colored eye cast a glance over her shoulder and she thinks she’ll be craftier when she comes back that night. It won’t be so hard to get it when there is no one around to suspect her. ❛ What other reason should I want it other than I do? It is pretty and it shines nicely in the light….I’ve never seen such a jewel. ❜ Though it was clear, not as interesting as the rubies and emeralds she had seen in her youth, there was something dazzling about the way those lights hit it and the colors looked almost multi-faceted while filtering through.
❛ Everything is overpriced – humans put such a value on things that make no sense. Sure, it is interesting to look at but sapphires are much more interesting. ❜ She says with a soft puff of her cheeks, cutting eyes up to this companion. ❛ What did you want jewels for? ❜
Narcissist .
That was his first impression . No , it wasn’t a thing he disliked – in fact , quite the opposite . It only meant she was confident in what she said , did , and held herself . He himself was a narcissist ; almost unapologetically . Gilead took in her appearance once again , being sure to remember her face for future reference ; a pretty face that appeared to be young though something nagged at him that it wasn’t the case . It occurred that perhaps that she was dressed in such impoverished clothing for a reason , she could be a young social elite – though she hadn’t taken the diamonds yet . It seemed something was off .
“I can see .” He murmured . “I imagine you to be the type to know a thing or two about many things .”
Gilead’s index jutted outward toward the necklace , “If I’m not mistaken , the necklace you were looking at is a Swarovski Diamond necklace . It is sought after for its immaculate shine . They are in fact not a diamond but referred to as a Stimulant and even diamond imitations .” His head shifted off to the side , “Human created to be unreachable but to those who are rich , just as fake as the celebrities of America .” A jab , he knew it but most would agree . “I only ask what you would wear it for cause I can certainly tell you it would look far too flashy against the clothing you wear now , an easy target .” Shoulders rose and fell , who was he to make a judgment on her safety .
“I one hundred percent agree , living is overpriced , surviving is overpriced and basic needs are overpriced . I dunno how any of them can be happy with surviving like this . What happened to the days of trading goods for goods , not trading goods for money .” If anything showed his age , it was definitely his longing for old times . “I come to see if there is anything I should add to my collection , I have an unhealthy obsession with fine rings and jewels .” His lips pulled to the side , debating on admitting that he himself had a Swarovski watch ; “Knowing that the necklace you have eyed is a fake diamond , would you still purchase it ? ”
hi guys im here, my family is still mourning the death of my partners aunt - and now getting ready to mourn his cousin. his family has always had bad luck when it came to deaths; when people pass away in our family we say they go in threes cause nine times out of ten they do truly go in threes. we are hoping this is just a two. now that i have my laptop back im going to try and get some replies drafted, sorry its taken so long.
i do want to thank those who have messaged me and checked on me, im sorry for my emotional post last week. thank you guys for everything really.
ONE OF HIS PROFESSORS ALWAYS TOLD HIM THAT EVERYTHING BEFORE THE BUT DIDN’T COUNT. There was always a verbal tick; the way that a sentence rose and fell that would let him know that there was something more coming. Maybe it’s the air around the younger man near him but he doesn’t immediately lash out at words that he does not like; he’s in his thirties now and such a childish reaction will not gain him any ground. He’d learned that after the first few times being thrown out of class because of some snarky asshole’s opinion that clashed with his now.
Yet he doesn’t waver in the face of things he has heard a million times. Instead his fingers carefully drum against the counter top, almost as if keeping him calm with the steady beat that mimics the rhythm of his heart. ❛ Those are excuses people use to make them feel like their not bad people. ❜ There is not a tone for argument in his words; rather it speaks of his conviction to the facts at hand. ❛ Bad things, awful things happen all the time to people but does it give them a right to take advantage of others? Does it give them the excuse to be awful back? ❜
It’s not as if he truly wants an answer to that question; rather he finds himself almost ranting because if there is one thing that he hates it is what he imagines as excuses for bad behavior. He think to Jihoon who, despite getting charged for something he did do and having the world taken from him, is still doing his best to live a normal life. ❛ Why should trauma allow you a free pass to be bad to other people? I’ve seen a man who had every odd against him beat them and come back better than he was – he didn’t let his circumstances define him. He didn’t use the ‘I had a bad childhood’ card to excuse his sins. I won’t accept it. ❜
Granted, it is a way for people to start down that path – he knows that. He understands but he doesn’t believe in simply allowing yourself to commiserate in your circumstances. If you want a chance, you have to make one for yourself. It’s what he’s always believed in, why he became a lawyer. To protect people from those who would use their power to harm. ❛ I know the kind of person you are. ❜ It was as honest as he would be about it, letting his eyes shift to the drink that is held loosely between his fingers. ❛ I believe people can change…I just don’t think people want too. You get comfortable in a place and you think that’s all you can have; I want to show people that anything can change. Even if it’s putting them behind bars.. ❜
A SIGH LEFT HIS PILLOWED LIPS , what was the point in even talking to mortals these days ? As Minhwan spoke , Six began to zone - his eyes glossed over while deep in thought . Even back at the facility , the guards were hard to speak to , granted he was a creature that was a level of danger that if he were them he’d likely ignore pleas or chats of any sort . What did he expect even now , his human form was tiny - less intimidating and ( in his opinion ) unattractive . Any words that came out his mouth that would seemingly be sticking up for criminals would be shut down , no matter if he were a brother to a criminal defense attorney .
HERE HE WAS , ON THE opposite side of the spectrum ; trying to defend beings like himself to a person who would like to see them rot rather than listen . OR , he was the one not listening . He wasn’t , that was for sure - not right now . Eyes finally blinked and he turned to look at his companion , a simple hum resounded from his throat trying to make it sound like he was somewhat interested in what he was saying .
“You know the kind of person I am ?”
IT CAME OUT IN ALMOST a laugh , there was no way . Fingers gripped the neck of his beer loosely , bringing it to grinning lips . “No , Minhwan . You don’t .” Hazel hues darkened and the grinning expression fell , “You see your side and I’ll respect that , I see my side and I’ll stick with it .” Six knew it was rude to shut down the conversation , “–but trust me , you don’t know anything about the kind of person I am . You see what you see cause I let you see it .” His attention was fixated on the lawyer now , “If you’d like to retort . . er… Object that , then go ahead and do so . Lets hear it . What kind of person am I ?” A brow rose , finally taking a swig from his bottle .
HE HAD TO REMIND HIMSELF THAT he was a sensitive being when it came to himself ; and that was new . Had it been months earlier he would have laughed further and seen himself out the door while tipping a hat that wasn’t his .
I was not aware that my drafts weren't putting out posts the last three days, with that they were even deleted because apparently I didn't change the queue times. Has this happened to anyone else before?
I'll be working on posts tonight, Tumblr is not my best friend right now. I'm so so sorry .
im here trying to get some replies done.
sorry i havent been on, i have been having
trouble with PCOS and my dog has been sick.
now that we are both feeling a bit better I should be around.
Hi, so before I fall back asleep just coming to explain that my PCOS kicked my ass yesterday and the pain pill helped with also kicking my ass. The nausea that hit me was horrible...