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[microscotch]

this or that: infamous sims 2 dudes edition

[mdddante]

O… OOOUUHH….. M-MANAGER ESQUIRE….

what

I UMMM

I HATH MISSED MINE ONLY SHOT

WHAT

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU MISSED

[himbovillains]

Send in a 💬 and the muse will send you a line from this random generator as a prompt.

so much for amazon delivering at a specified time. he'd expected his package to arrive later this evening, when he'd actually be home, but he'd got a notification pop up on his phone at around 1pm, informing him that it had been dropped with his neighbour instead. thankfully not the one on the other side, the one who hates his guts, so when he knocks on the door just after 6pm, he knows that he probably won't get the door slammed in his face. ‘ you have a package for me? ’ // @joyousdefunct

[donovanblackwood]

Firefighter Donovan Blackwood will be going solo, ready to support his station family and to steal as many dances.  

[mysteriouskunoichi]

—- donnie and 2018 grinch are the same energy !! grumpy green beans

[don-tputonthatdress]

streetwear

On my eighteenth birthday, i bought a pack of American Spirits on the corner of 47th and Main. The guy at the counter, who I’ve known since grade school, buying pop and jacking packs of gum from, greeted me with a smirk of a smile, “Jaz, hi! Finally eighteen I see! Happy birthday.” He was a huge man but equally as jovial. I smiled back, envious of his joy of my birthday. “Hello, Murph. How ya holdin’ up?” He shrugged and said with a sideways glance that ‘things could be better but, hey, whatcha gonna do?’ 

I matched his nonchalant and stepped toward the counter. My eyes moved over the wide selection of cancers shelved the wall and I wondered for a split second how it was legal, even at a sudden age, to buy death? It’s like, we know the consequences of the ingestion but still we imbibe and all for what... a quick fix? 

The thought had only lasted for a moment, before Murph grabbed exactly what my eyes had landed on. “The blue pack is the best. Or at least that what the wise-ass up the street tells me. But hey, they’re all natural, can’t be that bad.” He laughs again, rings me up and I do not question him. I can’t tell you why... but I wouldn’t trust anyone else in the world to choose my death.

[himbovillains]

" maybe i still don't know you at all. " @ofprevioustimes — sent from this prompt (x) still accepting!

they're at very different places now in their lives than they were when she initially found out about his past. both of them married still, just not to each other. and perhaps it's better that way, perhaps it's better to look at her from the other side of the bed knowing that after this, they'll go back to being almost strangers again. she will go to henry and the kids, and he to megan, and that will be that.

but in this moment, as his fingers trail across her bare hip, he wants nothing more than to know that she was once his. although, that's not true because she never was, never his property. she's always been her own woman, even when she was nothing more to anyone else than just 'mrs. draper'. she played the role that was expected of her: the doting wife, the caring mother, the chef and the homemaker and the lover. all of those parts she played without complaint, without him even verbalising the need for her to do so.

there are many times that he thinks he made a mistake in not fighting harder to keep her on his arm, but he always comes to the realisation that they're stronger like this. stronger apart, where they can't do the same damage to each other that they would under the same roof, sharing the same surname. he cannot drag her down on the sinking ship he's captaining if she's already on a lifeboat towards shore.

‘ maybe that's better, ’ he tells her, and for once, he means it.