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[brainshared-blog]

❤.

>>> PRIVATE FILES : symbol               > ❤ = kissing them 

            ‵Be careful for whom you trust- the devil was once an angel. ‵  A trite saying, ONE WRITTEN ONTO THE HEARTS OF MEN. The befall of all came from the gracefulness of trust, and the bittersweet TINGE of a charm. But, ALL is not an inclusive word- this would infer not only the pure, but those otherwise. 

            For a man of extreme libido and a flashing CHARISMA, there was something unusual about this. Something beyond a silken bed sheet and a one night stand- SOMETHING MORE PURELY HUMANE. Sudden proximity, SUDDEN SOFTNESS was not met with the surprise of shock. Oddly, his reaction was quick and certain- hand locking softly underneath her hair, holding. Holding, gripping, RECIPROCATING. His free hand moved, gripping her shoulder just as SOFTLY but CERTAINLY. 

           'Something more purely humane’- WELL, it was half true. THERE WAS SOMETHING THAT SET IT OFF- knowledge. Knowledge that he knew another man, one of their own, had his own adoration for her. However, this did not offset action- he held, JUST LONG ENOUGH. There was some sort of depravity in this- and then there was THIS JUST BEING HIM. Eventually, he parted, but kept a hold.                    ❝ -—- If I didn’t know better, I’d say your trying my tactics for coworker bonding. ❞

[petalurn]

( @consilian​ B) for soonyoung! )

“i-i’m sorry, what’d you say?” he’s bad at this. bad is understatement. bad is letting your grandfather who has never touched a nintendo DS, whoop your ass at pokemon. bad is getting whooped at pokemon by anyone. he’s awful, inexplicably and quite painfully so, awful at this. this being, conversation. this being, being around people. hyun’s bad at it, colossally bad at it. so colossal that he thinks he made up the word colossally to describe it.

see he can be there. physically ( though he prefers not to be ) but he can’t be present in the conversation, can’t relate to most of it. because he understands things by the games he’s played and he doesn’t! have! preset! selections! meaning he can’t choose from a select set of responses and conversations are hard, people are hard to figure out and he’s - quite frankly he’s stressed. 

stressed because soonyoung is here again, typing away on his laptop ( which is okay because he’s on his ps4 now but it’s still his laptop ) typing away and talking away. how do people even type and talk at the same time, much less write an essay  hyun is stressed. stressed because soonyoung’s taken a liken to his laptop and his space and hyun can’t even pay attention to the words coming out the male’s room because he’s focused on the heiny (?, butt ?, buttocks ?, derriere?) in his spinning chair. 

“could you repeat---- all of that?”

[ricksanction-blog]

don't you know how much good you've done for others ?

⋙QUESTIONS TO SEND ANONYMOUSLY ≫ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶦᶰᵍ﹗ 

      — — – ❝ Morty- - -—-❞  The name fell off his tongue much like the drink that was replacing it in his mouth. Some say you get numb to stuff as you go by, and if that was the case then how much time would need to pass for him not to feel SOMETHING; to rely on guns before words, necessary force before passive action, to not have to result in a harsher outcome because of his preference of “only in desperate measures”. How much time would it take for him not to close his eyes every time he had to shoot one of their alternates, to not try to reason with the unreasonable? To not turn to the same method of cooping every Rick did the instant shit hit the fan?

                              — — –Because when it came down to it, HE WAS STILL A RICK.

     — — –   The same universal genius, the same man who may THINK he had it all under control- the one who thought himself unreadable, smarter, tougher, the same brilliant mind that thought that half drunk curses and the posture of obvious subdue from things he didn’t want to mention would go unnoticed. And to think ONE he had just said wouldn’t be picked upon. But how IGNORANT, so SELF ABSORBED- he hadn’t even noticed the youth as his head had rested against his arms where he thought his self-oriented words had fell to deaf walls and emptying glasses that held no memory of their own. 

      — — –❝ Morty, I- - how can you, o-of all people think that?-—-❞   Evidentally, the man was trying to keep more composure then he currently grasped. At least in the sobriety aspects. Keeping handle over words, eyes focused on Morty.  ❝ – - I know you, you know that is bull. I’m not saving anyone out there. I can count how many times someone had a chance and didn’t get it because of- of something I did.-—-❞  

     — — –  Perhaps it was the alcohol that was making him so willing to just spare this information- and in part, that was true. Maybe a much more silent part just needed to say this shit; and offer something up. His victims weren’t only the ones that had died, after all.

                — — –No, the largest ones were the ones still alive- the ones he could look directly in the face 

     — — – ❝ Y-y-you know better then anyone else. I mean- most Ricks at least come back. E-e-even if that ends up worse off for everybody. But- you had to grow up, d-d-didn’t get to do stuff you should’ve. Because you were dealing with the mess I left behind. Someone you never even met. I- - I fucked up so much stuff for Beth, for Summer, for you, for everyone. And that hasn’t changed. It’s, it’s still the same mess Morty.-—-❞   A hand ran through his hair, as if easing off pain coming to his head. A groan came from his mouth, eyes moving away from Morty with these actions.  ❝ – - And its more messed up I’ve got you b-believing i’m better then that. Better, better than any other Rick. I’m not, Morty. Good just isn’t something we do. That’s pretty clear.-—-❞  

[moresalty-a-blog]

i’m not B) writing B) anyone’s B) scream B) starters B) until B) later B)))))))))

[lionfangedaa]

Getting riled up in these situations wasn't right. Good thing Maxie never really did anything 'right' anyway. The small kiss he pressed to the taller's lips had that faint metallic taste from the droplets of blood that had splattered on his cheek and dribbled down to the corners of his mouth -- all from dealing with someone he found snooping around in his papers. There came the smirk, and another peck. "No matter how hard I try, I can't manage to do a clean work." //gestures shippy violent????

It was a sin to find Maxie so attractive like this.

He breathed in deep, lavishing the metallic taste on his lips, the smell of it on Maxie’s person. His violent side always was found arousing, all too enthralling. It was why he leaned in close, practically purring with the attention he was lavished with.Murder always seemed to put them both in the mood.

“Doesn’t need to be clean,” he murmured, his hand brushing up, fingers running along Maxie’s jaw. “I find this just fine.” The blood lingering on his lover’s lips was sucked off, taken as an opportunity to draw them into a deep kiss, his hands on Maxie’s hips as he held him in place.

[strawberrydaydreams]