dead kids walking

If you knew that your life was merely a phase or short, short segment of your entire existence, how would you live? Knowing nothing ‘real’ was at risk, what would you do?

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THE ONLY ME IS ME,                                                                 are you sure the only you is you?

indie multi reboot written by logan. home. guidelines. muses.

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Never have I ever swallowed all my [foolish pride.] And I can’t {really tell,} If I’m a [good person,]

or (I’m faking really well.)

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i’m listening to cobra starship and crying, what y;all up to

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{ @monstralized }

Luke stands awkwardly outside the door to Dave’s place, his clothing rubbing against the lace beneath them, and hesitates before knocking on the door. Their conversation from earlier had left him feeling confident beyond belief, but that confidence had dwindled as he made the drive over, now leaving him wondering why he had thought this was a good idea at all. “David,” he says, his voice wavering, because he desperately wants in.

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lovingvoices:

Jared laughs in surprise at the enthusiasm and immediately throws his arms around him in return, feeling a little bit of giddiness well in his chest. “Hey,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to his cheek before pulling him up off the ground and spinning him around. He sets him down feeling like a sap, and fighting back a little bit of a blush, before lifting his boyfriend’s chin and kissing him. “Hi.” he murmurs. 

He giggles as he’s spun around and pulls Jared in even closer when he’s back on his feet, kissing back excitedly. “I missed you,” he murmurs before pulling back so he can start tugging his boyfriend towards his room. “Come on, you beautiful man. Lets cuddle and talk about your day and kiss and... I don’t know! Everything!”

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lovingvoices:

Jared’s lips form a soft smirk that, to the expert eye, is nearly a smile. He’s a little childishly excited at the prospect of having the perfect cuddle sesh, and checks with Morty before borrowing the car and heading over to the house, in a soft, worn down hoodie with untouched hair straight out of the shower, and soft pajama pants and socks. He knocks on the door when he arrives and waits, that same smirk on his lips.

JP ends up making a little nest on his bed that consists mostly of pillows and blankets he uses in the winter, somewhere soft for them to lay with each other. He’s in one of Luke’s old hoodies, one of them that comes down to around his thighs, and some stockings, comfortable cuddle clothing, nothing too sexy. He almost trips on the stairs in his rush to get the door before anyone else, grinning when he finally sees his boyfriend. “Baby!” he practically shouts, pulling him in for a tight hug.

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lovingvoices:

[ message to: my little princess 🎀  - 1:20 AM ] damn. you flatter me, j prime.  [ message to: my little princess 🎀  - 1:21 AM ] tru tho. [ message to: my little princess 🎀  - 1:21 AM ] i’ll wear the cozy ones to make for ideal cuddling conditions. 

[text; 💝 J Baby 💝]: *; [text; 💝 J Baby 💝]: yes!! [text; 💝 J Baby 💝]: im getting out the soft blankets [text; 💝 J Baby 💝]: we’re gonna have the perfect cuddle sesh

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lovingvoices:

[ message to: my little princess 🎀  - 1:17 AM ] mmmmm….. [ message to: my little princess 🎀  - 1:17 AM ] okay. you convinced me. [ message to: my little princess 🎀  - 1:17 AM ] i’m on my way now. [ message to: my little princess 🎀  - 1:18 AM ] what’s the dress code?  [ message to: my little princess 🎀  - 1:18 AM ] cute? pjs? cute pjs? sexy? sexy pjs?

[text; 💝 J Baby 💝]: all pjs are sexy on you [text; 💝 J Baby 💝]: definitely pjs, i dont care what kind [text; 💝 J Baby 💝]: lets be real we’re gonna end up naked at some point

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[text; 💝 @lovingvoices 💝]: you should come over [text; 💝 J Baby 💝]: you should absolutely 100% come over [text; 💝 J Baby 💝]: bc you love me and i wanna cuddle you

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monstralized:

                “Because you and your experience are the end-all, be-all of what ghosts are about? Sure.”

“My experience means I’m more qualified to talk about it than you are. And, you know, I actually talk to ghosts. I don’t just yell at them.”

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“You don’t know anything about ghosts, dude. Like, coming from a literal ghost, you’re just... wrong.”

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foulmouthpiece:

     she must have folded a million of these things over the years. no paper trail to match to millie’s name, but plenty of paper birds. big ones. little ones. sugar packet birds. CVS receipt birds.

     it’s something to do with her hands. fidget, fidget, fidget. all she does, anyway. worry and twitch and repeat.

     eight birds produced from a single sheet of notebook paper sit lined up on the sofa’s arm. she levels her fingernail with the first one and fwip!, flicks it into the lap of the other. waits to see if they’ll notice, or if she’ll have to fire off the rest, too.

open.

astyne is doing finances. finances, of all things. he’s being staying with millie for a bit now-- it’s easiest for him, since he’s only in town for part of the week and then he’s off to god knows where, and the couch is surprisingly comfortable. he’s taken to buying groceries and cleaning to make up for his presence, though the other has made no effort to get him to leave.

he’s about halfway down his spreadsheet, starting to get into things he’ll need to go off planet to get, when suddenly there’s a paper bird in his lap. he stares down at it before blinking a few times, looking over to the side of the couch and raising an eyebrow.

“can i help you, miss may?”

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luke and dave are arguing about which bear is more deadly i’m crying

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me: i’m gonna do something original! me: [scrolls down my dash just to see someone’s already done it] me: fuck.

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In character k!k for Luke @ cataclysmboy I'm willing to use other characters 2 tho

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monstralized:

                “I wouldn’t doubt it.” Which part? Any of it. And I didn’t necessarily think it had a single thing to do with Luke. “Well, I might doubt that all of your goodness is somehow just…gone. You’re too young,” and too kind, “to have lost all of it already. You’ve got at least another ten years in you, even if you don’t think so.”

It’s not the reply he’s expecting but it still manages to make him feel better. Dave’s not trying to make him feel better, he’s just telling him the truth. And it’s nice. “Thank you,” he murmurs softly. “I don’t think you’ve lost all of your goodness either. I know you won’t believe me, but. It’s true.”

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monstralized:

               “Don’t apologize, you’re sick. It’s okay.” I sat back down next to Luke on the bed and started rubbing his back in small circles. He really did look like shit as I was watching him, “I just want you to feel better.” A kiss was pressed into his neck, just for accessibility‘s sake. He looked awful and I felt bad, trying to figure out what else I could possibly do to help him. I had to know something, right? “When did you start feeling so sick?”

He chooses to drink some more water instead of answering, smiling against the cup when he feels the kiss. His expression immediately changes to guilt and he looks away, swallowing the liquid still in his mouth. “Uhm...” he trails off and clears his throat, giving a small shrug as he puts the mug down on the side table. “A few hours ago? I didn’t wanna say anything because it usually goes away, but...” he glances back over. “I’m sorry.”