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[mrcleanheichou]

ILY

[akaiiyume]

have you ｇｏｔｔｅｎ ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ ｌｏｓｔ, ismikuoaninstrument [ ? ] 

“Ah, Miku .. o-niichan, isn’t it? I don’t suppose you know my name, do you? You really do look like Oneesama, ufu .. how amusing ~ “

[bo-hoe-mianpotato]

I love when there are dudes with long hair in movies

[disintegrativeruin-blog]

sapphirescales

     -- - I wasn't expecting anybody.

[duck-grayson-your-ward]

"Hey, Mr. Carlos, sir, uh...are you....okay?"

[wintersserendipity]

[Skype IM: Glowstick] The Caps Lock is to your left. Try it. Maybe you'd offend a little less people if you don't appear to be shrieking out a mail order for espadrilles on Amazon.

[Skype IM: Buckybear]: ... Shut up, Tony. I knew that.

[thestorytellerrichardbrook]

Angst please

Put an ‘Angst please.’ in my ask and I’ll generate a number 1-10 and see what our muses get! || ULTIMATE ANGST VERSION

Your muse walks in on mine while they are sobbing, holding a gun to their chest.

Richard clutched the gun, staring down at it, tears in his eyes. He had to do it, he couldn’t be here anymore. He squeezed his eyes closed with a whimper. He didn’t want to leave Susan or Emily. He really didn’t. They were the only good things in his life. But he knew he was just dragging them down, holding them back. They might get a little upset, but they’d be better off in the long run, he was sure of it. His hand shook as he brought the gun up to his head, his finger lightly squeezing the trigger. He tensed, all he had to do was shoot and all his problems would be gone. He sat like that a moment longer, then brought the gun away from his temple, he couldn’t do it. “Weak.” he murmured, berating himself. He started to cry, properly this time. Weak, he was so weak. He’d had his opportunity to end it all and he couldn’t do it. He was stuck, unable to live his life but unable to die. He held the gun close, curling up in a little ball. It was so unfair, he thought to himself. Just then he heard the lock on the door click as it was opened. He didn’t look up, he couldn’t face the world and he certainly couldn’t face Susan, she was the only one with the key. He just sobbed quietly and kept a hold on the gun. He felt pitiful.