It’s not just about sex. Don’t get me wrong. Sex is fucking great, but when you have a connection with someone, when you feel so strong for someone, just a kiss is enough to make your knees weak. You just can’t beat that.
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@love-and-espionage
It’s not just about sex. Don’t get me wrong. Sex is fucking great, but when you have a connection with someone, when you feel so strong for someone, just a kiss is enough to make your knees weak. You just can’t beat that.
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"There ya go!" He laughed. So there was hope for the evening after all. He spun around again more quickly, for emphasis, hoping to get a genuine laugh from the woman. "Alright alright, guess I gotta go first, huh, since I’m the one good as invited myself along. Let’s see…" He ran his fingers through his hair, how to explain, without giving away too much.
"So say, hypothetically, I got this buddy, an’ I’d take a bullet for the guy right, but lately we ain’t gettin’ on so well, and I dunno why."
His laughed seemed to be contagious because Chelsea soon found herself laughing lightly as well. It felt nice to not be focused on her double life for once, nice to just let loose with someone who had no clue who she was.
She listened to his words, taking them in. She rested her elbow on the bar and rested her cheek in her palm as she looked over at him. "So, hypothetically, What exactly has been going on? Have you asked him what's going on?" she questioned.
☤ - self care/first aid habits✪ - favourite food/eating habits
☤ - self care/first aid habits
Chelsea absolutely hates getting sick. When she does get sick she just takes a bunch of medicine and pushes herself to contines doing the things she does daily and tries to act likes he doesn’t feel bad.
✪ - favourite food/eating habits
She has a love for strawberries and they are definitely her favorite food. She would eat strawberries all the time if she could. She even tends to snack on them when she’s nervous or has nothing to do and doesn’t think much about it since they are healthy.
"Let’s just say about the same thing. Though I I got someone more’n somethin’ on the brain." His own drink arrived just a few seconds after. The bartender was fast, and it would seem, quietly professional, retreating to the far end of the bar as soon as the drinks had been served. He took a deep drink, pleased by the astringent burn of gin and olive.
The Turks were in the public eye as often as not, he didn’t want to say anything that could bring trouble down on the department or anyone in it. But he really wanted to talk. And he wanted Chelsea to be comfortable, even if he didn’t know her. She seemed nice. Nice and maybe a little troubled. “How about we keep this hypothetical?” He offered. “Whatever you say, I dunno if it’s true or who it’s for, you dunno the same, yeah?”
Chelsea raised a brow as she glanced over at him. It did seem...smart and it would get that weight off her chest. It's not like she could talk to her comrades or her brothers about what was going on, might as well go along with his idea. But..telling her thoughts to a member of the Turks when she herself was a member of AVALANCHE? Well, as long as she didn't give that away it would be alright.
She took another drink, letting the vodka mix lightly burn it's way down her throat. "I suppose, what harm could it do?" she said with a small smile.
Send a ♒ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours!
A mix of nsfw, crack, fluff, angst, etc.
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"I saw your browser history."
"Do you even know what you’re doing?"
"We’ve already tried this."
"You don’t even know what you’re doing."
"Beyonce isn’t that great."
"How many times do I have to tell you?"
"You have five seconds…"
"I don’t even know who you are."
...
Headcanon meme - send me a symbol and I'll describe my muse's...
❣ - hands
❤ - voice
۵ - feet
❦ - lips
ø - eyes
ღ - nose
♮ - body type
♫ - singing voice
✮ - sleeping habits
✉ - texting habits
✿ - laugh
✍ - writing style
⌨ - time-wasting habits
❅ - keeping warm/keeping cool techniques
✎ - taste in music/literature
☤ - self care/first aid habits
✪ - favourite food/eating habits
☁ - ideal holiday
✄ - nervous habits
☂ - sadness
❈ - ideal birthday
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A song for Rude sung by Chelsea [art belongs to owlteria]
Ask my muse about their past.
Ask my muse about their future.
Ask my muse about their relationship with other muses.
Ask my muse about their relationship with the mun.
Ask my muse about their likes and dislikes.
ASK MY MUSE ABOUT SHIT.
• by Joana Rosa Bragança on Flickr.
+onesmugsob
Chelsea sighed when she heard the bell to the door ring, she turned to the door to see…a Turk, and familiar one at that, they had never spoken but she knew who he was. “We’re closed right now but…is there anything I can help you with Mr. Turk?” she decided to make an exception because of who he was.
〆 for a childhood story
"Well when I was 7 my father decided it was time for me to learn how to defend myself and bought me my first pistol and began teaching me how to use it. One day I accidentally shot him in the foot, that was the day I decided that I would only use it when i truly had no other choice."
+shinra-rufus
The waitress sighed when she heard the bell to the door ring. It had been a long day and apparently people didn't read the 'closed' sign. "I'm sorry but we're closed i'm going to have to ask you to leave." The woman set down the rag that she had been using to wash the tables before he turned to face the stranger. That's when she recognized who he was, she would have had to be a moron not to. This was just not her lucky day.