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[apuncalyptic-blog]

              ❛ — one? i finished the leftover chinese and ate all the ice cream. two? i am still on the stance that a ring-pop is pretty much your most romantic option. ❜ 

[apuncalyptic-blog]

                       she had long since determined that kyara was a pooper of a plethora of parties and that determination stemmed from the fact that kyara did not seem to harbor the philosophy that sharing was caring.    ❛ — one of these days i will achieve some kind of face/off thing with you, only neither of us will be john travolta. ❜   

[cursedoath-blog]

          ❛ — this is a formal request, my dearest charles, that you cease changing my ringtones to al green and or marvin gaye songs. ❜      her eyes are only have stern as her lips purse just enough to show nothing more than mild irritation with the antics in question.

[cursedoath-blog]

psychosfere.

                     deft fingers gripped the bottle of beer as the brunette rocked on her heeled boots to place the beer the other requested upon the bar counter in front of him. she and rust had come to be friends of sorts, more-so close enough over time that he was aware of who and what she was. there were few and far between amongst humans who knew about what she was, and even fewer who handled it with the curiosity that rust cohle often lit up with in talking to her.

                ❛ back again, eh?❜   a grin crept to curve her lips up on one side as she thumbed the beer’s bottle cap with a quick motion and flick, managed to loose it into the trash bin near her.      ❛ — what’s tonight’s topic?❜