#avaportrail

[roguetalentarchive-blog]

        ___I’m gonna give you some T—E—R—R—I—B—L—E thrills___

      —medicalhime                 —avaportrail                      —pessimesticrealist

       Ethan was drifting off to sleep. It was actually amazing as he was standing while he was doing it. It was a skill he had learned to acquire. He had a particularly busy weekend so he needed to rest soon. The male felt himself dozing off. Not good. But he couldn't hold on much longer.

[organfucker-blog]

avaportrail replied to your photo: " So I was playing Space Invaders. "

"i will freeze your ass with my 15 feet beam"

" That shouldn't sound hot but it does. "

[organfucker-blog]

" So I was playing Space Invaders. "

[fraildesign-archive]

   ❀  avaportrail / bloodsexual / letheans / disownedtime / xinfelicitas  — ;

               With an abrupt cry of misery, the young lady stumbled backwards with a heavy sway to her step. With the tiniest spark of positive luck, she had barely avoided an harsh, fallen impact to the concrete -- nonetheless, with the whole of head; face and all throbbing with continuous pain, luck did not entirely accompany her after all, as usual.

               Softly whining while aiming to comfort aching areas with caressing hands, Barbie cursed herself for wearing heels for the first time -- it was genuinely a sad waste, considering the right heel separated during the unfortunate trip. Such a shame, for all the specialty was for a failed job interview, and now the misfortune of her landing in this disaster. Mumbling to herself in dismay, there came an abrupt acknowledgement of warmth to her upper lip -- ah, liquid? Touching the source of the newly arrived sensation and bringing her fingers in eye's sight, all confusion diminished in a panicking instant.

               This dilemma produced glossy optics widening at the sight of her hand smeared with her own blood. The red contrasted against the light color of her skin, emphasizing it -- which made the situation worse. At this point Barbie was crying immensely as child would, nearly hyperventilating while frantically panicking in spot. Today was not her day.

[cirocchiomoved]

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 19; my character singing to yours

               Unaware, then. With the grass tickling her feet and back, her hands running through the green meadow and black locks sprawled on the ground. A scene supposedly indicating a fated meeting or the sorts, belonging in the pages of a fantasy book. Except, Ciri was far from a beautiful, enchanting princess. More suitable of visage to be a prince, yet her voice was silvery, quiet, only when being the single sound one paid attention to, distinctively audible.                                 She was only enchanting, if you would believe her own words.     Eyelids closed, the pleasant sunlight made her relax, forget the world around her for a moment, blinds her for the person near her. And initiate, first a whisper, then muttered words;                                                 Drink up baby doll,                                          Are you in or are you out?                                     Leave your things behind                                          'Cause it's all going off without you

[cirocchiomoved]

♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ ♫ /don curr

My face is mostly this

[afval-blog]

                         Asher was covering for Layne again because the boy was late again. Even though Layne wasn't nice to him or anything like that, the boy didn't want him to get into trouble. Asher was just that type of person. It could be considered a bad thing but he wasn't going to change. He couldn't. Asher had been this way far to long. Hearing the bell on the door sound the boy glanced up. "Wel-- Oh Layne. You're here."

[adsiduo-blog]

                                Aiden sat on a park bench with his sketch book in his hand. He felt like rain today so it was pouring. The rain splattering off his clear umbrella. He was sure people were cursing and muttering but he didn't care. A little rain never hurt no body. Once Aiden had finished the last rain drop the rain became a steady down pour, cool winds and the nice smell of wet flowers. "Ah, it feels nice." Muttered the young adult.