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if u wanna write w me still im on checkmatcd mostly
“Sounds exactly like somethin’ someone who’s teeny-tiny and skinny-mini would say,” he fired back with an amused snort. They were getting nowhere with this, neither willing to concede even an inch, but there was a sort of poetry in the fact that even while getting nowhere, they were getting somewhere. Somewhere with a sense of comfortable companionship, the kind so rarely crafted between strangers in such a short amount of time. Maybe he wasn’t all that aware of it at the moment, not with Madison distracting him with her easy smiles and playful snark, but upon reflection Silas might look back with a clearer head and see it for what it was. Or what it could be. Surprisingly, he was fine with either. Cocking a brow at her assessment of his physique, a barely-there smirk threatened to quirk the corner of his mouth. “Maybe. But I don’t gotta be the Hulk to make you look tiny.”
Truth be told, he liked the sound of that too. “Undercover” gave the girl a certain air of mystery, whether good or bad, and he was always a sucker for this sort of intrigue. Danny had been the same way and to this day, Silas still thought he never quite figured him out completely. As for “hellcat”, well … he’d grown up in the south. Suffice it to say he’d known his fair share and wasn’t complaining one bit. A small grin tugged at his lips as she called his bluff and he canted his head slightly as he considered her words, one hand on the wheel and the other reaching up to stroke the scruff on his chin. “Not exactly clean shaven, alright, but straight-laced? Definitely. So don’t you go corruptin’ me. Ain’t havin’ none of it.” His gaze deviated from the road briefly to flit towards her as he gave his best impression of a stern glare, complete with narrowed eyes which then widened at her next remark. Affecting an exasperated look, he couldn’t help the soft puff of laughter that escaped him. “Girl, what’d I jus’ say? Keep this up and I’m gonna have to make a stop-off to get some soap to scrub your damn brain clean. I meant nightmares. Not whatever dreams you were thinkin’ about. Hellcat.”
“I would punch you if I wasn’t afraid it was gonna hurt.” She said with a small laugh. So maybe she knew it wouldn’t hurt her to punch him, but still she wasn’t exactly gonna punch him anyways. “Silas you basically are the hulk ok I am just a small child in comparison to you.” She laughed. He didn’t feel like a stranger, no he felt like someone she’d known for years. Like she could tell him anything. Well.. Almost anything.
“I have a razor at home I could totally change that.” She smirked. “Right year, I wont corrupt someone so innocent.” She laughed. “Honesty is the best policy Silas. If I found out it was another kind of dream..” She trailed off, shaking her head slightly with a grin. “And I dont think you can use soap on a brain.”
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Congratulations to Emily Kinney on her first award nomination
Emily Kinney after performing at Mohegan Sun on February 26th 2015
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Bethyl + Eye-Sex
baby nothing comes for $ free $ they say i’m a control freak [ driven by a ] greed to succeed { nobody can stop me }
what people forget is
”soulmates"
doesn’t always mean
"happy-ever-after"
all it means is
"i can’t be without you"
no matter how much i should be
y’know what keeps me going?
A N G E R
anger’s an insulator
stops life getting too close
Шho is the ß e t r a y e r?
Шho’s the к i l l e r in the crowd?
The one Шho c r e e p s in corridors And doesn’t make a sound
My Łøvє has concrete feet
My Łøvє’s an i r o n ball {{ Ш r a p p e d a r o u n d y o u r a n k l e s }}
Over the [ Ш a t e r f a l l ]
That little giggle sounding out light as air was dangerous, he decided. Dangerous because it was endearing and fuck if Silas didn’t find himself wanting to hear it again if he could. “If the only example you can come up with is kids, you ain’t doin’ yourself any favors. Face it. You’re teeny-tiny, skinny-mini.” And hell, she wasn’t the only one that could be stubborn as a damn mule.
After she’d told him of her stint in juvie, he wasn’t as shocked as he otherwise might’ve been to learn that she preferred a little edge. This was just more confirmation that helped stoke the flames of his curiosity, but he quirked his brow at her nonetheless. “Nah, I don’t know. Ain’t a undercover hellcat like some people,” he teased, flashing her a lopsided grin. “No edges on me, I’m as straight-laced as they come. Don’t I look it?” She’d have to be deaf, dumb, and blind to believe that, though, which was the point. And maybe he’d just opened himself up to potential ridicule there, but he was enjoying their easy banter a little too much to care. At her next remark, he feigned offense for a moment before letting out a chuckle and shrugging. “I’m a guy. Ain’t that easy for me to forget that video. Fun fact, though, all that damn leopard print still gives me nightmares.”
“Maybe I’m a little short but I am in no way ‘teeny-tiny’ or ‘skinny-mini’.” She smirked. “Maybe youre just really tall and big and muscular and I look smaller by comparison.” Way to let him know you totally checked out his muscles, Madison.
She smiled slightly. “Undercover hellcat? I like the sound of that.” She laughed quietly at his next words. “Yeah, you’re straight-laced and clean shaven, right?” It had been a while since she’d seen the video, but she had to admit that that outfit wasn’t one anyone could forget all that easily. “Are you sure that its nightmares you get and not another kind of dream?” She asked with a subtle smirk growing on her lips.
What?
Don’t you know what an orgasm is?
Is that a boy or a girl?
Girl. Her names Judith.
ι ωσи’т єχρℓαιи σя ѕαу ι’м ѕσяяу ι’м υиαѕнαмє∂ ι’м gσииα ѕнσω му ѕ¢αя gινє α ¢нєєя fσя αℓℓ тнє вяσкєи ℓιѕтєи нєяє вє¢αυѕє ιт’ѕ ωнσ ωє αяє
l o v e is being willing to d i e for someone. o b s e s s i o n is being willing to KILL for someone. for you, i’d do both. so what does that say about me?