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[outlawiism-archived2]

happy 9 year anniversary to this blog  !!  ;' )

[outlawiism-archived2]

hi glitter bombs  !  this is my last post for the foreseeable future.  i'll spare you all an emotional speech and just let you know that i'm putting this blog on indefinite hiatus with no apparent date to come back.  i decided not to guilt myself when i know my heart is with another muse right now.  it's been fun and i will see you all when if i see you.  take care of yourselves  ♡

[outlawiism-archived2]

❛   you won't lose me.   ❜ ( modern!pet )

❝          and  you  won’t  lose  me.          ❞       his  hands  that  are  around  her  figure  as  they  gaze  at  the  small  lake  before  their  home  tighten  on  Carol’s  frame  when  she  delivers  that  statement.       there’s  a  moment  of  silence  that  stretches  almost  too  long.       the  astronaut  throws  a  contemplative  glance  back  at  their  home  that’s  coming  together  well.       more  furniture  of  their  choice  decorating  it,       plenty  lush  trees  to  shield  them  from  the  eyes  of  the  world,       whether  anyone  cares  to  watch  them  or  not.      

his  truck  fits  well  in  the  garage  like  it  was  meant  to  be  there  all  along,       the  kitchen  counters  were  built  to  last  against  his  impact  on  her  naked  figure,       the  feeling  of       HOME       he  feels  when  she’s  in  his  arms       :       uncanny.      

it  cannot  be  a  coincidence.       doubt  has  been  dwelling  in  dells  of  his  memory  for  too  long,       a  few  weeks  at  least,       a  howl  of       HESITANCE       in  his  exhales,       ultimately  inaudible,       but       PRESENT.       Peter  pulls  the  lady  back  gently,       staring  down  at  her  pretty  eyes.       his  tone  is  too  even  for  him  to  be  joking.       ❝          i  don’t  even  know  if  i  wanna  go  up  there  anymore.          ❞

random prompts for Peter  ★  | accepting mutuals only !

[outlawiism-archived2]

❝ you’re quite the conversationalist. ❞

❝          you’re  welcome                              unless  this  is  your  polite  way  to  tell  me  to  shut  up.       in  that  case,       you  are  not  welcome  and  you  should  feel  ashamed  of  yourself.          ❞       his  response  is  the  perfect  representative  of  how  fast  his  thoughts  seem  to  go  through  the  half  human.      

he  has  no  filter  these  days,       ESPECIALLY       because  his  ‘bro’  isn’t  around  as  much  as  he’d  like  him  to  be.      

hence  the  way  he  goes  all  out  when  he  can,  talking  his  ears  off.       it’s  hard  not  to !   his  life  on  Earth  is       INTERESTING       despite  him  getting  in  trouble  less.       he  has  much  to  share.       ❝          you  meant  it  right     ?          ❞

the gray man sentence starters ★ | accepting mutuals only !

[outlawiism-archived2]

❝ does this plan involve me living? ❞

❝          the  entire  plan  is  based  on  the  assumption  that  we  are  gonna  be  alive  for  the  next     .  .  .       two  hours,       or  three,       however  many,       plenty     !          ❞       his  voice  is  a  lot  more  alarmed  than  it  comes  off  behind  his  signature  equipment.       it’s  strange  to  be  on  Earth,       without  the  backup  his  beloved  Guardians,       the  hybrid  is  fully  aware  that  any  mistake  they  make  will  be  on  him,       potentially  with  no  one  to  save  them  besides  each  other.      

it’s  been  a       WHILE       since  he  ran  solo  this  way,       duo  in  this  case.       ❝          you’re  the one  with  cool  infrared  eyes     !       you  tell  me  if  my  helmet’s  suggestion  is       SOUND.       this  life  chose  us,       Ramsey,       so  let’s  just                              stay  focused  here  all  right     ?       we  gotta  save  some  people     !          ❞

the gray man sentence starters ★ | accepting mutuals only !

@atrocitahs !

[outlawiism-archived2]

❝ i got shot in the ass, peter! ❞ (introducing ramsey's biblically bad luck helLO)

❝          i’m  not  tryin’  to  ignore  the  fact  that  it  must have hurt  a  lot  ‘cause  as  someone  who  got  shot  in  the  ass  multiple  times,       i  know  how  it  goes  but  dude,          ❞       Peter  knows  he  must  be  one  of  the  few  people  in  the  whole  universe  to  say  what  he’s  about  to  say.       so  what     !       at  least  he’s  being  honest  about  it.       his  perception  of  what’s  cool,       what’s  right       &       wrong,       they  are  different  than  the  average  human.       Ramsey  should  know  that  by  now.       ❝          you  get  to  say  you  were  shot  in  the  ass.       like,       what  are  the  odds     ?       i  think  it’s  super  cool                             in  a  weird  kind  of  way,       i  guess,       but  cool  nonetheless     ?!          ❞

the gray man sentence starters ★ | accepting mutuals only !

@atrocitahs !

[amethystarrows]

@outlawiism sent: ❛  everyone makes mistakes sometimes. it's human.  ❜ (here / a)

Human. That was such a nice thing to hear. Reassuring that she was still who she was the day before. Things could still get better, of course. But this was a damn good start.

Kate ran a hand through her hair once, twice, then rested the palm of her hand on her forehead as her eyes closed. She knew she'd screwed up; at least the people in danger had been evacuated and the mistake hadn't cost anyone their lives. "Thanks for saying that. I think I'd be kicking my ass more if anyone had gotten hurt, so don't worry too much about me. How're you holding up over there, Oh Great Star-Lord?"

[outlawiism-archived2]

if  only  the  lady  knew  how  many  people  had  gotten  hurt  because  of  him.       some  instances,       it  was  a  necessity  for  the  greater  good.       he  supposes  that  since       HE       made  it  through       &       is  in  a  good  place  lately,       it’s  possible  for  anybody. 

he  cannot  blame  Kate  for  having  the  mini  freak  out  she  did.       no  matter  how  many  mistakes  Peter  makes,       he  still  gets  worried  with  the  same  intensity  every  time.       his  initially  effervescent       &       playful  laughter  gets  abruptly  smothered,       dying  like  a  muffled  note  at  the  back  of  his  throat  while  a  leather-clad  dipping  into  the  sea  of  golden  strands  atop  his  head.      

it  hurts  like  he  has  a  hang  over.       ❝          you  know  me.       just  a  li’l  ol’  Star-Lord!  who  got  hit  in  the  head  too  hard     !       nothin’  out  of  the  ordinary.          ❞       he  explains,       knowing  that  he  had  way  worse       &       lived  to  tell  the  tale.       ❝          i’m  mostly  joking  about  my  head  by  the  way.       i  shielded  myself  with  my  powers  —  oh  yeah,       i  have  those  now.          ❞  

[outlawiism-archived2]

❛   don't go. stay.   ❜ ( MI!pet)

the  way  he  comes  to  an  abrupt  stop  is  no  act  when  the  lady  sounds  unusually  pleading,       almost  too  vulnerable  that  he  wonders  if  this  could  be  a  good  opportunity  for  him  to  receive  more  intel  than  he  needed  to  for  today.       he’s  slow  turning  about,       a  puppy-like  expression  gracing  his  stubbed  cheeks,       a  twist  of       CONCERN       coiled  around  his  eyes.       he  takes  quiet  steps  back  to  the  big  table.       they  worked  quite  late  this  evening,       however  there’s  more  bothering  the  woman.      

is  it  her  ‘boyfriend’     ?       there’s  only  one  way  to  find  out.      

❝          is  everything  all  right,       boss     ?          ❞       Peter  asks  as  he  retakes  his  seat,       his  bag  placed  on  the  side.       he  leans  forward  a  little,       right  elbow  propping  him  while  his  other  one  is  hesitant  wanting  to  reach  out  to  her.       he  doesn’t  hide  that  fact.       the  agent  lets  his  hand  fall  back  on  his  knee.       this  person  he  plays  abides  by  the       RULES       a  lot  more  than  he  can  handle,       but  for  the  sake  of  the  planet,       he  goes  along.       ❝          what’s  wrong     ?          ❞

random prompts for Peter  ★  | accepting mutuals only !

[amethystarrows]

@outlawiism sent: ❝ that was so cool. ❞ (here / a)

In all his adventures, had he really never seen anyone shoot five arrows at once? Kate had to figure he had. What was the more impressive feat was the fact all the arrows hit their mark. With a heaved sigh, a small smirk on her lips, she looked over to Quill. "It is one of my favorite tricks. Did I mention I can play the cello, and fence? Though I don't really get much of a chance to break out my swordsmanship."

[outlawiism-archived2]

❝          oh  wow     !       i  can  play  the  guitar     !       it’s  like  we  could  start  a  band.          ❞       Peter  adds,       same  kind  of  wonder  still  plastered  on  his  features.       surely,       he  had  seen  plenty  of  things  that  could  be  considered  cooler  than  the  lady’s  move,       however  he’s  the  kind  of  guy  who  gets  excited  anyway.       ❝          fencing     .  .  .       that  sounds  like  my  kind  of  swordsmanship,       especially  after  practicing  with  professionals  like  Gamora  and  Drax.       a  pointy  sword  that  won’t  go  through  me  sounds  like  a  dream,       to  be  honest  with  ya.       you  should  introduce  them  to  it     !       maybe  i’ll  get  stabbed  less  that  way.          ❞

[unheald-archived]

whens he looked around at her fellow guardians, she often saw the good in them, that they maybe didn't see in themselves. and though there was often plenty of bickering and spats amongst them, mantis knew that they all had each other's backs. even when it didn't involve saving the galaxy. and while there possibly were things that weighed on her mind, this conversation wasn't because of anything like that. the purpose of it had been to just let peter know.

and so when he laid his hand over hers, offering an open line of communication in a different way... she couldn't help but let her own happiness at feeling what he felt spread over her features. that big childlike smile of hers. she wondered if he knew how much he meant to her too.

" i'm glad too, peter. and i'm glad you're my brother. not anyone else, you. "

[outlawiism-archived2]

noticing  the  way  she  lights  up  in  response  to  him  ends  up  lighting  him  up  more.       it’s  a  chain  reaction.       good     !       Mantis  deserves  happiness,       especially  considering  the  hardships  she  had  to  endure  all  her  life  with  that  dick  bag  Ego.       Peter  doesn’t  let  his  thoughts  go  to  him  specifically,       however  being  the  only  brother     .  .  .       it  makes  him  think.       he  figures  there’s  no  point  in  being  dishonest  or  holding  back.      

his  following  question  is  a  thought  that  crosses  his  mind  once  a  while.       not  that  there’s  much  he  could  do  about  it,       he  supposes.    

❝          do  you  think  that’s  actually  true     ?       like  really  really  true     ?       i  know  Ego  tried  to  find  another  kid  with  celestial  genes  for  thousands  of  years,       right     ?       do  you  ever  wonder  if  another  one  just  like  me  made  it  out  alive,       somehow     ?       it’s  both  an  exciting  and  unsettling  to  think  about  it.          ❞

[danversiism]

ALL SHE DOES IS SMILE at him. she knows how much they prioritize each other. if one feels down, the other is there to pick up the slack & pamper as necessary. she knows they'd drop anything to care for the person they love. ❛   i'd like that.   ❜ she can already see them having FUN despite staying in town.

Carol's head tilts as she listens to him. the little bits he spills here & there about his mom are precious to her because she knows how much it means to him. ❛   besides, stargazing & listening to music, what did you guys do ? maybe we could try to recreate it, yanno ?   ❜ there are certain camping STAPLES that they have to do. like, s'mores. ❛   we only camped as a family. my dad wouldn't even let us stay out in the backyard.   ❜ always paranoid.

she barely has time to contain her surprise as he picks her up, but ( to her credit ) she doesn't say anything, only wraps her arms around his neck. ❛   Quill express never disappoints.   ❜ she jokes as he crosses the portal's threshold & they are home.

❛   yanno, that's very handy. i wish i could do that.   ❜ she pecks his cheek as he sets her down before she takes off to the barn on the side to get all the camping stuff. ❛   we can set up first, then figure out what to order.   ❜ the next 30 minutes are spent setting up their tents with some of Peter's FAVORITE songs in the background.

[outlawiism-archived2]

it  isn’t  a  sentiment  of  indebtedness  he  feels.       the  half  human  doesn’t  indulge  in  scorekeeping,       particularly  when  their  intimate  interactions  are  at  the  forefront.       regardless,       there  exists  a  warmth  in  the  ability  to  occasionally  reciprocate  her  gestures,       albeit  accompanied  by  a  wish  that  such  necessity  never  arose.      

❝          it’s  the  kind  of  power  the  universe  never  should  have  given  me.       it’s  hard       NOT  TO       walk  into  the  Guardians  at  inappropriate  times.       sometimes  i  peek  you  know     .  .  .       i  shouldn’t  but       STILL     !          ❞       the  hybrid  articulates,       gently  settling  the  lady  to  the  ground.       subsequently,       they  immerse  themselves  in  crafting  their  secluded  camp  area,       a  haven  seemingly  severed  from  the  cosmic  continuum  itself.       the  final  items  Peter  introduces  are  his  recently  acquired       BOOMBOX       &       the  guitar  they  purchased  together.      

❝          check  this  out  babe     !          ❞       he  exclaims,       visibly  relaxed  &   totally  over  their  previous  encounter.       it’s  not  worth  it.       the  most  important  thing  is       THIS                             their  time  together,       &       how  much  they  love  one  another.      

he’s  one  cheesy  outlaw  these  days.      

❝          i  brought  our  new  red  guitar  too     !       i  can  play  for  ya     !          ❞       with  eager  moves  of  his  hands,       he  sets  the  guitar  down  first,       eventually,       criss-crossing  his  legs  by  where  they  aim  to  start  a  little  camp  fire.       there’s  gotta  be  marshmallows  to  follow.       Peter  proceeds  to  take  out  a  few  of  the  cassettes  he  shoved  into  his  pockets     :     a  few  of  his  personal  mixes.       ❝          what’s  for  dinner     ?       ice-cream     ?          ❞

[centurie]

she's quietly uncomfortable , the domestic comforts and pictures of humans she's never met make her feel an intruder , an unwelcome alien guest in a home that's already suffered . she mustn't relax here .           “ it's fine . ”            nebula harshly insists , though offers the smallest smile as though it might help soothe her tone . she keeps still on his approach , that glint of concern she finds in his stare drops her façade ; shoulders abandon their squared hold , arms fall limp to her sides . . . if he were to embrace her , she'd allow it .           “ nothing's wrong . only different , it's an adjustment for us all . ”           

[outlawiism-archived2]

❝          yeah,       it  is.          ❞       he  knows  he  shouldn’t  feel  guilty,       &       that  he  did  what  was  right  for  himself,       however  his  puppy  expression  is  adorned  with  the  curve  of  guilt  anyhow.       ❝          believe  me  i  have  every  urge  to  just  take  off.       it’s  not  easy  for  me  to  stay  in  one  place  too  long  if  that  place  ain’t  my  ship.       well,       our  ship.          ❞       it’s       WEIRD       to  say  so.       a  sense  of  detachment  from  the  Guardians  is  the  last  feeling  he  wants  to  feel  at  the  moment.       ❝          you  just  gotta  give  it  time.       besides  you  have  a  billion  kids  to  take  care  of.       that  should  keep  you  busy  n’  make  you  forget  how  much  you  miss  me,       right     ?          ❞

[amethystarrows]

@outlawiism sent: "do i look 50 to you?" (here / a)

GOD, why did that feel like a loaded question? Probably because it was.

Kate eyed Quill, hands on hips as she stared. Honestly? He didn't. Not a day over 35, if she'd had to guess. Which she was partially glad she didn't have to, because the people she knew looked a helluvalot younger than they were.

"You want the honest answer here? Cause you're going to get it. You don't even look like you've reached your forties, dude. Don't take that the wrong way - I think it's cool. Just, y'know. Not the sorta question I was expecting you to ask."

[outlawiism-archived2]

❝          I  KNEW  IT     !       yessss     .  .  .          ❞      

Peter's  words  tumble  out  in  exultation  while  a  triumphant  'yes'  emerges  as  a  prolonged  sibilant,       paired  with  a  jubilant  pump  of  his  right  fist.       ❝          i  asked  ‘cause  i  get  teased  about  my  age  a  lot,       n’  while  i  know  i  don’t  look       OLD,       d’oh,       i  wanted  to  get  a  neutral  party’s  opinion.          ❞      

the  half  human  admits,       leaving  out  the  technicality  about  him  being  nearly  two  hundred  years  old  at  this  point,       due  to  his  stay  in  an  alternate  reality.       it’s  quite  a  long  story  he  means  to  share  with  her  someday.      

❝          Kate,       you  are  officially  my       FAVORITE  SUPERHERO.       how  do  you  feel     ?          ❞

[danversiism]

❛   definitely both.   ❜ she tells him while straightening the fabric of her dark-colored dress over her body before turning to grab the coffee cup he offers. ❛   thank you.   ❜ unlike him, this is her perfect opportunity to look out the window at the city below them. she remains silent for a while, which prompts him to break the silence, forcing her to look in his direction. ❛   there's no need to kiss my ass any longer, yanno ?   ❜ a sip of her beverage before she nods. there's a reason why she drinks too much coffee & why she PREFERS the bitterness, but not something she even admits to herself, let alone to a stranger. ❛   i do. adding anything else ruins the quality. not that it matters since this is low-grade stuff.   ❜ & now she's sounding rather snobbish, which is far from the truth. Carol leads a very simple yet comfortable lifestyle. ❛   does it look like i do ? pretty sure i should have skipped out on you as soon as i woke up . . . no, this ISN'T my thing.   ❜ there's no point in hiding the truth, which again is because the blonde truly believes she will never see him again. oh, she will have so many regrets in a few hours. ❛   don't worry, i'm not about to ask for your number either.   ❜ that should hint that she doesn't intend to keep in touch. despite how busy she is, she values a connection before falling into TRAPS like this. not that it seems to work out too well for her . . . it's precisely why she's done with relationships for a while. clearly, she needs to be focusing on herself anyway. ❛   it was fun for whatever it's worth. i'm sure you're lovely company, but i really should get going. don't want to show up wearing this to the office . . .   ❜ she's probably breaking one-night stand protocol here, but she does press a quick peck to his cheek. ❛   thanks again for the coffee & company.   ❜

[outlawiism-archived2]

the  agent  had  to  mentally  get  himself  ready  for  what  he  knew  was  going  to  unfold.       entering  the  glossy  halls  of  the  building  he  will  work  at  for  the  next  few  months,       he  questions  what  had  transpired.       besides  the  wonderful  time  he  had  with  the  lady,       his  mind  becomes  obsessed  with  every  detail  of  her  belongings,       her  demeanor.       a  part  of  him  wondered  if       SHE       was  in  on  it,       however  his  hunch  tells  him  it’s  not  true.       someone  with  secrets  like  him  can  be  easy  for  him  to  detect.       there’s  a  knock  on  his  boss’s  door.       the  ‘come  in’  that  echoes  beyond  it  brings  a  little  smirk  on  his  face,       which  he  wipes  off  before  entering.       meet  the  boss  first,       attend  meetings  later,       standard  procedures.       one  thing  he  isn’t  ready  for  is  the  face  the  other  makes  once  he  closes  the  door  behind  him.       it’s  a  flawless  acting  job       :       the  calculated  raise  of  his  brows,       his  lips  agape,       his  chest  tightening,       knuckles  on  his  workbag  becoming  whitened  due  to  his  tightened  grip.       he  is  silent  for  too  long  on  purpose.       ❝     .  .  .     long  time  no  see.          ❞       Peter  starts,       taking  a  few  hesitant  steps  towards  her  desk.       he  reaches  for  a  handshake,       then  retreats,       then  reaches  again.       he  pretends  to  be       NERVOUS.       ❝          i’m  afraid  this  is  not  a  place  you  can  skip  out  on  me     .  .  .       uhm,          ❞       a  brief  chuckle  leaves  the  agent’s  lips  before  he  takes  a  seat  before  her.       ❝          this  is  a  little  awkward.          ❞

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｡.｡:∞♡* continued from here with // && @outlawiism *♡∞: ｡.｡

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ it could have been seen as a bit of a random gesture, how she simply went right up to him and gently squeezes him around the waist, but she thought it was something very much needed; maybe even for the both of them. she then lays her head against him, slightly nuzzling into his torso as she does so. a content smile finds its way onto her face, her eyes ever so slowly closing: she truly did miss him, and his company when he was not here. she has not a clue what he has been through, nor why he had stayed away for so long; all she does know is she is not going to ask or pry about it, not unless he is the first to mention it. however, she did have to admit, she was quite curious in a few ways. she is not someone who believes she would be enough of a reason for someone to come back, she did hope that he was at least he wished to see her again. she was so happy when he returns the hug she gave him, giving a gentle giggle when he slightly musses her hair. she was used to some of his expressions he used when he spoke, though she had not heard that one before. “ i just m—miss—missed y—you. “ valerie tells him, remembering again how he was like an over sized teddy bear and he gave the best hugs. “ and i am glad y—you are s—safe. “ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

[outlawiism-archived2]

he  often  hates  becoming  that  cosmic  nomad  whose  return  always  hangs  in  the  balance,       vanishing  for  long  intervals,       casting  the  foreboding  shadow  of       MORTALITY       upon  the  minds  of  those  who  cherish  him,       however  the  essence  of  his  being  ordains  such  unpredictable  absences  every  time.       the  hybrid  is  a  free  spirit       &       full  of  desire  to  be  a  Guardian,       or       WAS,       now  that  he’s  made  the  decision  to  take  a  long  break  on  his  home  planet.       he  still  cannot  believe  his  own  self  whenever  he  thinks  about  it.       grounding  himself  in  this  manner  offers  manifold  advantages.       notably,       it  would  grant  him  more  cherished  moments  with  Val.       he  hasn’t  told  her  about  his  newly  found  powers  just  yet.       he  knows  she  will  freak  out       (       in  the  best,       he  hopes     ),       realizing  he  could  beam  himself  before  her  like  their  lives  is  an  episode  of  Star  Trek.       his  hands  linger  on  the  lady’s  forearms  for  a  brief  moment,       a  soft  tap  of  his  hands  following  before  letting  them  drop.       the  smile  on  his  face  doesn’t  follow  this  pattern       &       decides  to  find  a  permanent  home  on  his  visage.       how  could  it  not  when  she  seems  so  damn  happy     ?       ❝          thank  you     !       right  back  at  ya  on  both     !          ❞       the  act  of  wearing  his  heart  on  his  sleeve  is  a  lesson  he's  imbibed  from  the  sting  of  loss.       his  sharp       &       inquisitive  gaze  lingers  on  her.       ❝          what  did  i  miss  while  i  was  gone     ?       anything       EXCITING       happenin’  with  you  lately     ?          ❞

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@outlawiism con't from here

There's a glare shot in the direction of the man, the one he didn't know and didn't trust. Not that he trusted anyone who didn't wear the crest of the Ten Rings, but he had done a deal with Xialing and that was something he had honored. Now? Now he was just being annoying to the Romanian. "I brought you to the compound and where you needed to go, not to continue following me around." Large frame turns, towering over the other as his arms remained by his sides. Though the urge to summon the blade from the device at the end of his right forearm is there, he refrains from doing so for now. A roll of his eyes is even given, not close to hidden, at the mention of being loved by his sister. She really must have this man fooled, then again that was why she was the one in charge. But he was realizing the more the other talked, the more he wasn't going to shut up. With a bit of a growl, Andrei flexed his right arm to summon the blade out at his side. "Do you ever stop talking?"

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❝          whoa  whoa  whoa     !       relax  buddy     !       why  resort  to  violence  right  off  the  bat     ?       i’m  trying  to  be  friendly     !       don’t       KILL  ME  FOR  IT     !          ❞       Peter  immediately  takes  a  few  steps  back,       opening  enough  distance  between  him       &       the  other  who  he’s  sure  could  gut  him  with  one  swift  move,       however  he  doesn’t  feel  ‘that’  intimidated.       he  spent  a  good  chunk  of  his  recent  years  living  with  the  deadliest  woman  in  the  galaxy,       &       the  destroyer  himself.       there       IS       a  slight  difference.       they  love  him,       but  this  big  dude  over  here,       in  contrast,       might  have  feelings       FAR       from  love  towards  him,       or  anyone  for  that  matter.       according  to  the  half  human,       he  seems  like  an  angry  bear  who  happens  to  have  a  blade  for  an  arm.       it’s  a  cool  concept,       which  is  yet  another  comment  he  gulps  down  so  he  can  stay       ALIVE.       ❝          what  did  i  even  do  to  you     ?       come  on     !       i’m  disappointed  right  now     .  .  .          ❞

[outlawiism-archived2]

❛   they finished planting the trees at our new home.   ❜ ( modern!pet )

❝          took  ‘em  long  enough,       but  i’m  glad  to  hear  that.          ❞       the  astronaut’s  standards  of  quick  borderlines  the  meaning  of  instantaneousness.       he  isn’t  aware  that  the  job  was  expedited  since  he  is  too       DEMANDING.       ❝          what  else  is  supposed  to  happen  besides  the  obvious  biggest  IKEA  trip  we’ll  ever  have  to  make     ?       ugh     .  .  .       it’s  all  so  boring.       i  have  better  things  to  do.          ❞       it’s  not  that  he  doesn’t  want  to  go  through  the  experience  of  picking  furniture  together.       there’s  excitement  in  it,       however  it  takes  away  from  his  time  for  other  things,       which  he  proceeds  to  demonstrate  for  the  lady.       suddenly,       both  hands  cup  her  cheeks       &       he  lands  a  loud  smooch  on  Carol’s  lips.       ❝          like  this.       all  the  time.          ❞

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