#{byreticence}

[countingbluecars-blog1]

ø@%$ // Bc I need it????

LATE NIGHT TEXT timestamp: 4:24am

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: d’you get off on smiting things

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: like is there a weird sex thing for gods that involves smiting

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: what would you even call that

                   [Five minute pause]

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: SMITING KINK

SCARED TEXT

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: OKAY SO LIKE THEORETICALLY

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: COULD YOU GET ME OUT OF A BAD SITUATION

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: I’M FIVE FOOT SEVEN AND HAVE THE STRENGTH OF STRING CHEESE

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: I DIDN’T VOTE FOR YOU BUT FUCK

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: THESE GUYS LOOK LIKE THEY MEAN BUSINESS

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: DO ME A SOLID

CURIOUS TEXT

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: so like

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: you ever interested in going for coffee and chatting about the universe?

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: or are you strictly into potatoes

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: do fries count

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: they can’t get you drunk but like

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: live a lil

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: can’t only drink liquid potatoes

ACCIDENTAL TEXT

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: I don’t care

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: I just want to punch him in the dick

[text >> This is what vodka Does To You]: I want to be the person that punched god in the dick

[dcadlynv-blog]

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dont judge me, god, i have my own closet back

[whatroughbeast-blog1]

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you pissing you off. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are (technically) my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[madeofvirtue-blog]

Where: Gluttony Room Who: @byreticence

Jairus hadn’t wanted to come. It was becoming harder and harder for him to go about his daily business normally, hiding the fact that he was sick and quickly deteriorating, but if he hadn’t shown, it was yet another ‘black mark’ on his record. To give him a sense of comfort, he’d chosen to wear pieces of Zahariel’s clothing, and their rings were together on his left hand beneath the gloves he’d chosen to wear, but they could only do so much to sooth the ache in his chest. The room he’d found himself in was rather--elaborate, but the spread of food only served to turn his stomach. Avoiding the main hubub, and smothering a cough in a handkerchief, he moved towards one of the small sections of seating off to the side so he could sit and survey the party-goers (and quite possibly gain the attention of a certain small pig).

[saltwaterkezia]

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“Do you get Raziel? Because I don’t, okay. He makes no sense to me. He’s an angel, but he’s Russian? What? How does that even make sense? Answer, it doesn’t. Because he doesn’t. Okay. He’s like. You know when a dad has to deal with something emotional? That’s Raziel but, like, all the time. (I’m basing that experience on, like, movies and shit. I never had a father.) Anyway. I guess he’s cool, though. Like, he’s trying so that’s cool. He’s trying to, like. Make things right. He might be one of the only people really trying. Him, and Zoe. And... Well. I guess what I’m trying to say, if I’m saying anything, is that I respect him. Which he might not know, because I always seem to be drunk? or crying? around him? I should probably, like, work on that. Whatever.

“Honestly, though, who ever heard of a Russian angel?”

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[deadly-nv-blog]

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Send 😴  for my muse’s reaction to having a dream about yours

TEXT: okay professionalism is not a thing we’re doing rn, i just had a wild dream abt u

TEXT: somehow we killed somebody idk who but u were like ok we gotta get rid of the body now. u were like i know this dude in russia n i was like no why the fuckkkk are we going to russia but u were like listen i know what im doing here and ur a child blah blah

TEXT: so i was like fine ok what airline should i book thru? this was important to dream us. no logic. no customs. we have a dead body to take 2 russia, no big deal.

TEXT: and i found a flight to russia but there was a layover in mexico and i was like “is this ok its the soonest one” but u stared at me

TEXT: “izzy, mexico doesn’t exist.”

TEXT: and i lost my shit. my great-grandma is there! my stupid great-aunts are there! there has to be a mexico! and i started pulling shit up on my phone, whatever, i was so angry

TEXT: but u were like “no, iz, theres no such thing as mexico, it was a lie ur parents told u.“

TEXT: so we walked to the border in like 30 sec or smth it was exactly like it is in real life, and i was like “see?? seeee?”

TEXT: “they’re actors” “no fucking way” “go ask him how much he’s making”

TEXT: i go up to a guy whos just sitting there and i’m like ok quit it this is real and he just looks at me. so clearly the answer here is like “we’re going to my great-grandma’s house, that’ll prove it.” 

TEXT: and it’s right there, so we go inside and all the rooms are the right rooms except the ones that are in the club? and i’m like mexico is real it has to be and you’re like sorry sweaty :) and we just keep going from room to room in my grandma’s house until i woke up