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❝ Did someone call for an ass whoopin’? ❞
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toxono:
❝ Did someone call for an ass whoopin’? ❞
pokes head in for like ten minutes
rolls around on the dash
xaoli:
the exposed muscle of her arms glistens in the setting sun, shoulders rolled to greet the other watching her —- “Care for a spar?”
he sort of jolts, when she addresses him with a question, grey eyes sharpening for a moment before going back to their normal dullness. a spar wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen right now-- it’s been rather slow, as of late. red gives a lofty shrug of his shoulders, the corner of his mouth tilting up just a bit. it’s more of a response than he normally gives people, but still vague because he’s red and he’s actually a piece of shit.
cyneb:
*points at romance* what the FUCK is that
I Want The K ;; 3;;
9: Jawline Kiss
red is a surprisingly quick learner. surprisingly, becausehe’s also mischievous as fuck, and often pretends to be ignorant if only to see xai get flustered and try to spellthings out for him. he will regularly let xai pamper and play with him, because he knows that the tiger gets an odd form of joy out of doing it.
today is not one of those instances. xai has been trying to get him to cuddle in bed all day, but though red can sit in a tree for a day and do nothing but watch the world around him, the key to his vegetative state is that he’s, well, alone.outside of solitude, he gets fidgety and irritated easily, even with this tiger that’s attached to his side for whatever reason.
especially, with this tiger that’s attached to his side.
he can’t hear xai’s words ( obviously ) but he can feel them against his spine, his shoulder blades, the back of his neck. it’s a good thing his face is currently buried under a moundof pillows, else the risk of xai seeing his massive eye-rollwould be ridiculously high.
all of the tiny kisses and touches are getting to him, and he knows then that today is going to be a day for alone time. lots of it. he flips over to face xai, his expression asdead as ever, though there’s that spark in his eyes he gets when he’s actually feeling something.
he pushes xai onto his back and straddles the larger man, hands resting on xai’s bare chest lightly. xai stares up at him, and if the grin is anything to go by, the tiger thinks he’s getting lucky today.
red leans forward, presses their lips together and intends, at first, for it to be a chaste kiss, but when xai’s hands rest on his hips with nails biting into tender skin, red letsout a harsh noise. xai takes advantage of this and deepensthe kiss, lets his hands trail up the snake’s back while hiships begin a distracting rhythm.
for a moment, red is distracted enough to allow this. he’sgetting better with feeling pleasure from sexual things, butnow is not the time. right now, he wants to be alone, not humping the enthusiastic man below him. he pulls away, presses a sharp bite to the tiger’s jaw before sucking a bruise onto the spot.
"Leaving.” it’s a single word, but it has the desired effect--xai immediately releases him, but not before pouting and letting out a rumble that must be loud, if the vibrations from his chest are anything to go by.
red doesn’t waste another moment, and instead crawlsoff of xai and off of the bed completely before disappearingfrom the hideout with a shunpo.
On December 16th 2014, we vowed to #neverforget the incident that shook us all. Communication Design students of the Indus Valley School of Art and Architecture have taken initiative and designed a series of posters that aim to question our indifference and numbness towards violence. A reminder of the brutal attack on APS Peshawar and an eye-opener for us to never forget and to never get used to any kind of violence around us.
I am awake but at what price
If you’re looking for someone who fucks everything up, I’m your guy
nothing but this blood on my hands i just want to make you
BLEED LIKE ME !!
psa; im the kind of roleplayer that’s more than willing to start in the smack dab middle of a relationship and then talk about their connections and history later because it’s fun to throw my muse(s) into a random situation and watch their dumb ass work their way out of it.
everyone: are you okay
everyone: you look tired
everyone: you look upset
everyone: you look confused
everyone: are you mad at me
everyone: what happened to you
everyone: are you sick
me: IT'S MY FACE
When people think you mad but that’s just how ya face made and you just be chillin
ppl who say my blog is good
ppl who talk to me
ppl who put up with my shit
ppl who follow me
kisses u all
do u ever come across some people who are just SO wrong that you cant even argue with them because the sheer amount of bullshit they are spewing is overwhelming
And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.
Hanif Kureishi, from Intimacy (Scribner, 1999)