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"Do you need any help with that?"
callowaycomputertechnologies
"Sonja, wasn't it?" He had only met her once and he had mistaken her for a man, that time. He was eager to make up for it. "Good to see you again."
“Damn, what did they do to you?”
Ruined. Vandalised. Destroyed.
Steinman could hardly speak through the overwhelming wave of rage and misery swiftly consuming him. He quivered with anger, standing over the remains of what had once been the installation he and Sander Cohen had worked so hard to make.
"…LOOK, SONJA. LOOK AT WHAT HAPPENED." He gesticulated to the mess of torn paper, canvases, and the rude remarks and words painted across the remnants. "It isn’t what they did to me physically, Sonja…THEY HAD THE GALL TO DAMAGE MY WORK. Had I known THIS is what would’ve happened I would’ve GLADLY accepted bodily harm instead. GLADLY." The surgeon knelt down, beginning to slowly, mournfully gather the pieces of the photo collages.
"All my work…all the work I’ve been developing…all the aesthetic… MUTILATED. BY VANDALS AND-AND RUFFIANS."
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send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number. (x)
11: Gentle kissIn a breath, their lips touched, sticking together as though to pull them closer-- clinging tighter than their bodies. He was barely touching her, the fabric of his sleeve brushing against her shoulder as he palmed the wall behind her, lashes fluttering against cheeks as their breath came in tiny puffs. Another heartbeat and they closed the space, pressing their lips together softly-- almost reverentially. It was a gentleness that he was not used to; one that took him by surprise. Yet, he decided, as a relief of moisture met his slightly parted mouth, it was enjoyable.
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I found some old memes I never finished in drafts don't send me more please but I'mma do them bc they look cute as heck
♜:Shoulder rubs
Ryan leaned back in his seat as her hands slipped over his shoulder, sighing quietly as her thumbs pressed into his back. "Relax," she might have said-- as so many people had lately. He wished he could but, if he managed it, it would be the first time. He had so much work-- some behind him, most of it ahead. At the thought, he almost leaned forward and brushed her off, but was stopped by the way she managed to press against a particularly painful knot. He wasn't one for needless interpersonal interaction. Nor was he one to go to spas. But the world of good that this was doing made him start to rethink both of those mindsets. He only hoped she'd let him return the favour.
"Are you sure there is no way for me to convince you to at least try one on, Signora Calloway? I'm sure you'd look absolutely meraviglioso in one of my designs."
callowaycomputertechnologies replied to your post “mandatory updates post; i’m redoing all rules pages across all blogs...”
(( we should so thread in german ok ))
// bR O WE SHOULD DEF THREAD IN GERMAN