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[easyikes]

        “i think i’m defective. my poison glands aren’t working. i feel like spider-man in the second movie when his webs weren’t coming out of his wrists.”

        easy sighed, rubbing his neck and looking down at his wrists. his poison glands were in the back of his mouth and on his wrists, but he hadn’t been about to generate a single drop. down in the dumps? understatement.

[fishyskull-blog]

                 ❝ woah, hey— slow down there, barracuda. ❞

                                                                    he jogged to catch up, mildly amused.

    ❝ what’s the hurry? where’s the fire— ❞

[nickistevens-blog]

“but please, tell me i’m not crazy for hotline bling playing in my head whenever i hear someone talking about how i ‘used to’ do something. because, honestly, it’s impairing my rational judgment—i stay spacing out all the damn time, and i’m just thinking about drake and those dance moves. it’s been so long, and yet i’m still down under.”