MOVED TO SHEWRIT!

KNOW WHAT WE KNOW.

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HEY! I MOVED TO SHEWRIT. FOLLOW ME THERE!

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HEY! I MOVED TO SHEWRIT. FOLLOW ME THERE!

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HEY! I MOVED TO SHEWRIT. FOLLOW ME THERE!

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so it was said, so it was heard, so it was writ! / by meaghan, ft. canon & original. ©

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kinemasent.

     they’ve parked the car underneath the stars, somewhere silent and peaceful. on the radio, miles from nowhere plays, low, sweet. the backseat is stuffed with the best junk food a large appetite can buy: powdered donuts, cereal bars, corn chips, pop-tarts filled to the brim. it’s road trip fuel. 

     “i don’t want to go nowhere except right here with you.” he pauses, laughs a little like they’ve first met, “that didn’t make sense.” 

          there’s an answering smile, then she’s reaching over to tuck one of his hands in between hers, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. she holds his hand in place, gently resting her chin atop it. debora feels like baby could recite the television guidebook to her and it’d still feel like a love song. ‘ make all the nonsense you want, baby. ’ 

          her head tilts by a fraction, so it’s more cheek than chin against his hand.

          ‘ do you want to camp out tonight, mm, ’ the stars are out tonight. it would be nice, it would peaceful, but she’ll never say no to a proper bed. ‘ -- or should we find a motel? ’

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likethegun.

          “i knew you couldn’t resist this face of mine,” she murmurs, already crouching forward so she can drop her voice. “giant. there’s some sort of gathering happening and i need to get in front of it before shit gets worse.” 

          she snorts. ‘ charming. ’ 

          it isn’t clear if she’s referencing the blatantly almost-wheedling flirt-- which, hey, she might have returned under different circumstances-- or the gathering storm. gathering. why is it the first thing she thinks of is cults? ( god, it better not be. ) li leans in, echoing her stream of thought and resisting the urge to groan. ‘ it isn’t a cult, is it? ’

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who’s gonna take a bullet and write the francis mr. right for my martha

[sinninggod-deactivated20190330]

i am a monster because i am made of chaos, but if i must be a monster, i will inspire awe. a. p. established 8/15. rebooted 5/18.

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apparently i might be moving back to az within the next year.

[onlyforthenoise]

Visit Original Link

kurt vile–“pretty pimpin’ “

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he ...

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i draw mack at least twice a week @multiplist

[ohmywardens-blog]

PSA:

    if you play ANY sort of villainous character - from a pick-pocket to a full-scale serial killer - and i follow you, please know that i’ve come into this FULL WELL what i’m signing up for. i don’t expect you to soften your character for me, i’m not going to complain when they aren’t nice to my characters, and i honestly probably love watching them do what they do. not all characters are going to be the “good guys”, or the type of villain that can be redeemed. not everyone has a tragic backstory that makes them do the things they do - some people enjoy it, others just do it because they can, and for some it’s all they know. yes, there are villains with a soft spot or two - this doesn’t mean they need to change everything. our characters become friends/lovers even though my character is a “good guy”? you keep doin’ you. keep stealing those purses, killing those people, burning those villages to the ground. 

        tl;dr - I DIDN’T FOLLOW YOU BECAUSE I WANTED SOMETHING SOFT AND EASY - you keep bein’ a villain, babe, cause you’re  just as excellent as the heroes.

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insert obligatory stupid pun

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timetear.

          “Hey! Can you help me? The building, it’s burning doown. Grab one of those cans of kerosene over there. Oh! Oh-ho-haha!”

          she has two choices. continue, walk away. stop, grab a can. there are flames already licking at the frames of every first level window. they look like fractals from here. the paint on his mouth doesn’t look real. neither does he. neither does the can of kerosene.

          mae grabs the can.

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pivut.

they’ve already spoken too much for his liking. he curses philz for being shut down for the day, and then himself for opting for human interaction over one virtual, brief, as fucking simple as it fucking should be. gilfoyle sighs again, this time with the hope of being heard and being bothersome.

         ‘ whichever answer puts a fast fucking end to this exchange. ’

          ‘ -- right. got it. ’ 

          before she steps away, as if in afterthought, and only because she’s already made a fair amount of tips this early in the afternoon, there’s one last comment. li raps her knuckles on the cheap, faux wood of the tabletop and points at him. ‘ maybe you should invest in a coffee maker. ’ unsaid: maybe you should have stayed the fuck home. 

          then she ducks back into the kitchen.

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