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[sonicsfridge]

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[batmanego]

new discourse on my blog: my national identity

[multifacetedcreation-blog1]

txt. Luciel Choi. txt. Maybe now would be a good time to discuss your birthday plans, as we have not had the chance to do so before. txt. I have received some... confidential information that would provide me an idea of what you are expecting for your birthday. txt. Would you like to be honest and tell me what you have planned?

[gwyoi]

@lovbab

[vacanthq-blog1]

WELCOME TO VACANTHQ.

                         why are you doing this to us ?                                                              ---  because you were here.

INQUIRIES  /  INSPO BLOG  /  PLOT DROPPING OCT. 4TH !

[godfrye]

a starter for @briliantmind.

“I’m sorry,” he immediately tells her when she opens her door at two in the morning and his appearance is heavily disheveled. The rain styled his hair to resemble something like an American 50′s greaser, beads of raindrops dripping off the thick single strand that dangles from his forehead. He has a shallow cut on his cheek, but a stabbing wound at his hip. His eyes squeeze shut as he holds pressure to his injury.

Despite it all, he holds up a bag of evidence to her. 

“Your apartment was closest to the scene and,” he hisses as he takes a breath. “We need to get to the lab. I might have found the unsub.”

[godfrye]

a starter for @ckyunim.

The night runs down Jun Young’s throat from a bottle of beer. Tough crowd on one end of the bar, excited patrons fighting over dollars on pool tables and on the other, coins in the dart machine. Old men sing songs they can no longer read, each character blending into another until it becomes a censored mess on the screen. Waitresses deserve bigger tips and men complain that they’re not getting ass. 

He aches to leave on a night like this but orders another Stella anyway, with the hopes that the evening will improve. As a guy in a dad hat takes a seat at the bar beside him, Jun starts to think it does.