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PSA that this blog is archived
Sorry all but I’m decreasing my list of muses to make things easier on myself, and leaving this blog. If you want to come follow me in other places I can currently be found at the following.
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on hiatus.
Honestly might just delete.
Alright so...
This blog is on haitus. Sorry all.
I can be found over at https://uncleauntepithumia.tumblr.com/
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Two random things
One is that: I’ve been thinking about stuff and thinking I kinda wanna go down to one muse/blog so I have more time for myself and my dog and crafts and all.
Not sure, but very seriously considering it.
Two is that: I’ve been spending time over at https://uncleauntepithumia.tumblr.com/ lately.
"If you were in a group that is certainly going to die, would you rather die first or die last?"
There was no hesitation at all in Moira’s voice as she immediately responded. “Last. Of course. Every last moment of life is a moment that allows you to do one more thing. Accomplish one last task. Learn another item. Smoke a cigarette. Have a drink. Enjoy an orgasm... watch the rest of the group die, and try to figure out a way to get out of the situation.”Raising a hand the tall woman shrugged before smirking and using that hand to tilt Joe’s head upwards as she leaned down for a kiss. “Such an odd question. Is there something I should be aware of? If you are planning on killing all of Talon do please let me in on the fun?”
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“Lie back and let me take care of you.” “Foreplay isn’t optional. It’s required.” “Does that feel good? You want more?” “You can take it, just a little more… There we go, there’s my good boy/girl/person.” “I always wanted a pet. Now I have you.” “Ah-ah, pets don’t speak, or walk upright. Quiet, and crawl to me.” “Hurry up and fuck me!” “Someone’s going to catch us, get your hand off my crotch!” “You want me to bite you?! Why?!” “Hang on, hang on, we’re gonna fall off the bed–” “Please, please, let me come… “ “Remember, the safeword is _____. You’re allowed to use it.” “On your knees. Open your mouth.” “Did I give you permission to touch me?” “I didn’t know you were a top/bottom/powerbottom/service top.” “Please let me fuck you, I’ll do anything/I’ll be good, please.” “You didn’t tell me you were THAT big! Holy shit!”
It done. They’re team meeting/ lunching in colour now.
“Friendly reminder that, ummm... girls can have dicks too. They can even be circumcised. Also not all people with Breasts, are girls.” Moira at that moment sounded more tired, and resigned then anything.
All the same she at least had to mention it.
Moira: What if "It's Raining Men" and "Let the Bodies Hit the Floor" are both about the same event, but from different perspectives?
Reaper: I'm literally begging you to stop.
Tell me if I’m wrong but Moira would 100% wear this
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Everyone: *says Happy Halloween/Trick or Treat in a happy, excited voice*
Moira o'fucking Deorain: *moans Happy Halloween in irish*
Moicy w/ & w/out glasses
[Txt] I SEEM TO HAVE ACQUIRED A RABBIT. [txt] COMMANDER REYES SAID YOU WERE FOND OF THEM AND OR COULD USE ONE [txt] PLEASE HELP ME.
[Txt] Reinhard must you shout even when texting?
[Txt] Also yes. I do have a fondness for rabbits.
[Txt] Help you as in take it away from you, or teach you how to take care of it?
[Txt] This isn’t about to turn into a “of mice and men” moment is it? You DO know your own strength right?
There’s a small knock at the door before the figure lets herself, a kind smile on her face. A considerably large bottle of whiskey is cradled in her arms, and with a few long strides comes to place it gingerly on the woman’s desk. “Happy Saint Patrick’s Day, liebchen.” Is all that she offers, voice sweet as she smiles. ((ichbindaa))
As it so happened Moira was already a bit intoxicated. Her drinking for Saint Patrick’s day had started a bit early. It was a tradition, and one she had no intentions of breaking. Looking up as Angela walked in she blinked, and then smiled broadly.
Without saying anything Moira stood leaning over the desk to run her hands through Angela’s hair while giving her a deep, and very enthusiastic kiss. Moira’s shirt was half undone showing off a green and lacy bralette with her tie hanging down between her breasts. She saw no reason to be shy at all at that moment.
“Beannachtaí na Feile Pádraig, astóirín.” Voice relaxed as she pulled away from the kiss Moira smirked. “Stay and drink with me?”
