#aestvo

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                        ❝   how does the family create the harmonious competition ?   ❞                                                 [  starter for @aestvo​ | starter call | closed ]

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a WEAK awkward smile is shot towards the other girl ,  filled with ENTIRELY too much teeth.     ‘   quick note  : coach tends to go off on weird tangents which usually end with him bullying greenberg.   if you wanna check your phone or do your homework during those ten - fifteen minutes,  don’t freak if he RANDOMLY points at you.   ’

@AESTVO LIKED FOR A STARTER.

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aestvo replied to your post:why are you here, porn blogs? what attracted u to...

they heard abt the alien peen :/

kablooeey replied to your post:why are you here, porn blogs? what attracted u to this Pure, sin-free...

^ that

Um, this blog contains only Mature & Sensible content and i am offended that u guys would suggest otherwise

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♗ finger guns @ u

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                 ‘ STUPID FUCKING YELLOW BASTARD !!                           unless you have an tips and tricks on how to catch the damn pikachu in pokemon go, don’t talk to me right now. ‘

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aestvo replied to your post “I KNOW YOU JUST POSTED A SAD THING BUT THIS IS COMING ANYWAYS YOU...”

i totally agree w/ this anon :/

oh s h ush :’)

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SINGED WIRES  &  THE SCENT OF BURNT COFFEE  shadows his path through the deserted SHIELD common room.  one of the luxuries of being neither an agent nor someone whose will maria hill can bend to her own,  he loiters by the counter drinking in the silence  &  stillness of the empty hull as all the  MACHINE-LIKE FLURRY OF ENTERPRISE,  efficiency,  congregates in a meeting room at the east wing of the helicarrier.  shirt collar sliced open and his tie dangling from his neck in a  momentary reprieve  from a hangman’s noose,  exhaustion bleeds into the mottled ink stained beneath his lashes.  mournful, dark bruises lamenting the absence of concealer's picture-perfect finish but making do with his trademark shades.

at the approach of footsteps,  a face he’s seen in passing in flickering data but rarely in person.  only a brief twitch of his mouth into the  fascimile  of greeting.

❛     you look like you need coffee.     ❜   he murmurs,  apropos of nothing as if on cue.  a sunshine yellow mug he plucks from the cabinets overhead fills with steaming drip brew.   ❛     you  SHIELD  agents are heathens when it comes to coffee, did you know that ?   there wasn't a single decent cup around here until i offered to ship over a dozen new machines out of pity.     ❜

@aestvo​  〈 ♥ 〉