#ccolporteurs

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ccolporteurs replied to your post:roguesgxllery replied to your post: “not 100% sure...

i told an rp once that setting a female ban was reinforcing heteronormative standards and they were like yeah but :////// 2 many girls !! can’t function without zac efron !!

omfg, just. that moment when you’re knee-deep in your own problematic bullshit and you can’t get out without sinking deeper, ey?

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“I was just thinking about you.” / “I believe in you.” / “You’re warm.” lion n kitty purry

x ( ccolporteurs )

“I was just thinking about you.”

Trips had never bothered Hudson before. Quite the opposite, actually. There was always some sad sort of solace to be found in his solitude and there was never anyone to cloud his mind. However, the past few trips-- well he couldn’t say the same. No, instead he would just rest in his cheap hotel bed, fingers splayed across his face and brows knitted together in utter frustration. Even with miles separating them, April Winslow still consumed him. So reluctantly he allowed her to do this. Loud vibrations shook next to him, his phone ringing at some ungodly hour. With a roll of his eyes, the writer rolled over, annoyed at whatever moron would decide to call him this late. But when he saw July Winsloaf on the brightened screen, he was quick to answer. “Hey,” he breathed out, hoping to sound cool rather than groggy though he knew such a facade was impossible for the girl knew all his angles. “You were--” Hudson paused, feeling a lump form in his throat. “You were thinkin’ about me? Wow, that’s funny because I’m all alone in this hotel room and I couldn’t get you off my mind either.” Shame washed over him, as he knew he sounded sleazy and desperate for the gal but who wasn’t? With their past outings, who knew what was appropriate and what seemed to cross their invisible line. “As weird as it sounds, I was kinda wishin’ you were here.”

“I believe in you.”

His fingers curled against hers, manuscript sat in his lap. The room held a strong sense of tension and Hudson Willis was the epicenter. He was out of place, scanning the room, he could tell that. Sharp business men sitting all around him and there he was. Country boy with a crooked tie and a wrinkled shirt. While he was a firm believer in his wit, he was confident they could eat him alive. Yet there was something beside him, fortifying his walls of hope. April words were soft, simple. But the artist knew exactly what to say and when to say it. He could hear the words come from her thousands of times and Hudson would never grow weary of them. “I know you do,” he said softly, sitting back in his chair, fingers running over his chin like clockwork, “I think you’re the only one. And when that door opens and I’ve got to go in, your confidence in me is all I’ve got.” The boy sighed, curling up against his girl in the way she had done to him so many nights. The nights it took him to create what was causing such grief. His nose buried against her neck, taking in her sweet scent. “Thank you, Lady,” he mumbled against her skin, “Thank you for being the only one here.”

“You’re warm.”

“And you’re so cold my little kitty,” he whispered as he crawled into bed, long arms wrapping around the girl’s delicate frame and pulling her on top of him. “So cold my kitten,” he sighed against her skin as he held her close, though was it possible to hold her close enough? Hudson sighed, fingers dwindling over his soft skin, fingers pressing gently into her plush hips and gently, his lips pressed against her temple. “I’m sorry for bein’ out there for so long,” he sighed, “And I’m sorry for shuttin’ you out and leavin’ you with Cece-- it’s just, good comeback novels are hard to comeby and create and while I’ve got all this inspiration, because you and the lil gal, you give me all these thoughts, it’s impossible to put them on paper. Plus, what’s a good story where things are happy all the time? I’m not a children’s writer.... but could you imagine?”

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tegan + damien for things you said at 1 am

Tegan stared at the time. Her brows were knit, her shoulders hunched and there was a part of her that just wanted to go home but the pile of paperwork spread out before her dictated that she could not. The pen dug into her fingers, the muscles in each digit tight and cramping, her wrist cursing her for opting to complete the paperwork manually. She had reasoned with herself that if it was completed in pen and paper, she would never have a paper copy. 

Leaning back in her chair for a reprieve, she dug the heels of her hands into her eyes and then pushed her hands into her hair, pushing blonde tresses from her eyes.

It was then that she noticed two things. One, her phone lit up with a message from Natasha which illuminated the time.

Are you done yet?

It was 1:14 a.m.

And two, the light to Damien’s office was still on.

Granted, they never really used their offices, their job’s were much more about being out there, in the field, the handful of times she used her office, she never seemed to ever see him in his.

Getting out of her seat carefully and slowly, making sure her weapon was properly holstered, she slowly walked towards his office and knocked before pushing the door open softly.

His weapon was trained at her and hers was trained right back.

Both of them spoke at the same time. 

“What the hell are you doing-?”

“Why are you still-?”

Silence hung in the air as they both holstered their weapons again. It was 1:16 a.m. and Tegan was beyond tired. She spoke words she never thought she would, especially not to the man who always seemed to be there, as she surveyed the paperwork he seemed to be completing himself. Indignantly, she noticed he had used a laptop. She offered a small smile.

“Wanna get out of here and get some food?”

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ccolporteurs replied to your post:can’t get on this site for half a week, and when i...

same but i love u so much

bro...

u are the only content i’m here for...

[pmbrlys]

💔 do one for each and fuck me up

damien + tegan

It had been years, she was sure. Not that she was counting or anything. What was it, four, five years? Something like that. But there he was, standing in front of her like it had only been five minutes. His grin was as youthful as ever but there was something different about him; he was taller, somehow, or happier, or something. Did it hurt to think that the fact that without her in his life, he was happier? Maybe a little.

He saw her and made his way towards her. 

“I thought work functions were below you.” Were her first words to him after four or five years.

Her second words were, “What are you doing here?”

natasha + mitchell

Divorced before thirty was not something he had imagined would happen to him. Maybe divorced before forty. But divorced at thirty? 

And then there she was, his ex-wife, looking as beautiful and delectable as she had the last day he had seen her, wafting around kissing cheeks and touching shoulders. He glanced around the room, noticing Tegan, her best friend, making eye contact and then she was looking at him and a small smile graced her cheeks.

He clenched his jaw and cleared his throat for the inevitable meeting before she was standing before him, a hand on his shoulder and a soft kiss pressed to his cheek. Don’t be petty, he reminded himself, still slightly bitter at the way they had ended things. Don’t be petty.

“Ah, good to know our divorce hasn’t instilled a sense bitterness in you.”

Damn.

cilla + ethan

Of course she would still be beautiful. 

He had left her crying, he remembered. And she walked away with her shoulders hunched and her head bowed and yet, she was still beautiful. 

“Cilla,” his voice was soft. She always made him softer. His hand wanted to reach out to slowly stroke down her arm or touch her cheek but he stopped it. An awkwardness hung in the air and Ethan slowly shuffled from one foot to the other. “Are you well?”

It was then that he noticed the ring glinting on her finger, sitting on her fourth like it was a little secret she didn’t want to tell. His heart sank and he smiled instead.

“You got married.”

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⊗ tegan and damien okay

Tegan was quick when she felt the hand against her backside. She turned on the spot, fists at the ready and realised it was only Damien.

“What did you do that for?” She asked through her scowl before it relaxed into a slight grin. 

His reply was a shrug. Hers was to slap him on the ass, gleefully laughing.

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evans and amber duh

chris evans

i LOVED snowpiercer. i remember sitting in my dorm room freaking the fuck out over snowpiercer. puncture is good too-- i really love serious evans. i want to say scott pilgrim vs the world but i don’t love that movie for him so....

amber heard

GOD I DON’T EVEN LIKE HER MOVIES THAT MUCH. THE WARD WAS FUCKING AWFUL. I’M A TERRIBLE FAN. but remember the daze, exterminators, and the river why

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amber heard

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Hot | Sexy | LORD MERCY

bUT THAT DOESN’T EVEN COVER HOW I FEEL ABOUT HER JFC