#cleaned it up

[stringlessworms]

dark darker yet darker

[littlekingpress]

Female Rappers and their Zodiac Signs ✨

[iamconfusedallthetime]

Just cleaned out our cooler. Dummy us forgot it in the back of the car for a week and because it's hot, the cooler made it's own eco system. 🤦‍♀️

It's all cleaned up now but definitely need to remember it next time.

[diannabridden]

[X] @necklace-of-teeth Bangle waddled forward with his wings spread just a little before he climbed up onto the offered hand, giving a small flutter of his feathers that made the ones around his neck fluff up in a way that had him looking like Dianna did when she first opened her front door, the pair of them clearly being meant for each other as his eyes blinked one at a time as he curiously watched Lawrence. “Eh, I’d be careful with him. He’ll throw up on ya if he get’s spooked.” She warned him as she watched her bird make friends with the other sniper. “Come handy in a fight, but not if yer tryin’ ta make friends.” Bangel looking innocent as her looked between the two of them before he walled up the red snipers arm to softly screech at him again, like he was arguing his side of the story and claiming that Dianna was just telling lies. “Bangel, ya turd. He doesn’t want ya up on his face.” She scolded as she cautiously came forward to try and help him from having an owl for a hat, instantly making the bird screech softly again in protest as he opened his wings a bit like he thought he could take her, or possibly trying to make himself look big. “Don’t give me attitude. Don’t make me lock ya in with tiny Sam.” Instantly taking a step back though the moment Bangel began to make a noise like he was threatening to throw up at her, causing the sniper to glare at him with a pointed finger as she silently warned him not to dare try it in her house. “Why don’t ya throw him outside. Doesn’t look like he’s gunna let me do it.” She instructed to Lawrence as she opened the front door for him again. 

[thebleuspider]

/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\  - @scarredtactician

💙 “Je dirais normalement que vous ne me devez rien, mais j'aime l'idée d'un beau visage qui me doit une faveur.~” Madilin replied back with sleep lilting her playful tone enough to make it a less sensual purr than it normally would have been, the cold and hour depleting some of her sinful nature as all her energy at the moment was being conserved for warmth. Causing her to give her dark ebony fur jacket a tighter tug around herself once she had pocketed her crystal lighter again, not being afraid to snuggle in closer to the commander like a cat seeking out warmth with little regard if that person wanted to give it to them. Nearly letting her head rest against his shoulder as her slender frame squeezed next to him with the thick of her jacket molding around him, in a way keeping his side warm as much as she was using him to keep herself shielded from the cold. Her pearly blue eyes glinting against the dim light from the skin above as they lifted to him beside her, looking as soft and sweet as the snow around them as they caught the glowing hue of her cigarettes cherry as she took a slow deep drag. 

💙 Even in the low lighting the espion could see the noticeable droops that hung just under his beautiful eyes, drawing a furrow of sympathy from her as she mirrored him with her exhale of smoke that evaporated into the night. A small flutter of bittersweet laughter brushing past her lips in agreement to his statement, knowing all too well through personal experience the brutishness of several of his team mates that made everything she did look like love from kittens. “Hm, merci. I try to be as civilized as I can be.” Of course if you were to ask most people that knew her they wouldn’t necessarily categized Madilin’s behavior as civilized, as she tended to enjoy pushing the rules of society in as many sinfully pleasurable ways as possible just to cause a stir. Even going as far as to have a game going on against her equally deviant cousin, to see who could be escorted out of more businesses for getting caught in their lustful escapades. “I appreciate zat jou aren’t like zem, too. It makes sharing a cigarette a lot easier.” She mused teasingly as she tapped the ash slowly beginning to build at the end of her cigarette before taking another slow thoughtful drag, keeping her iridescent hues on him from under the heavy canopy of lashes that framed them; much like the thick raven tresses that framed her porcelain face.

💙 “Is it bad dreams zat keep jou up at night?” The question spoken softly after a minute as her curiosity got the better of her; her own reasons for being up at this hour wanting to feel less lonely, as the images of blood and pain drifted in faintly from the nightmares that had chased her out here. She knew that the past was what kept her best friend and herself up most nights, though hers at least had years of debauchery and soothing nights in bed wrapped in someone's warm arms to help give her the occasional good nights sleep. It made her wonder if Lucas was like her best friend with memories that kept him from ever really being comfortable in his own bed, only able to block them out with busy hands and filled days to distract from what he wanted to hide from. Again it put sympathy in the faint furrow of her brows as the cat in her wanted to cuddle closer; it didn’t matter that they didn’t know a thing about one another, there was always something in the vixen that made her want to comfort others when she could. Giving them the safety that she always craved and feared she would forever seek. 

[napoleondidthat]

When you’re cleaning stuff out and find your very own Arc de Triomphe.

[yessoupy]

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