#fvcksloane

[ohangcl]

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☺for a happy voicemail

‘ sloane ! oh my god girl you can sing. i’d heard you sing before duh but i was always distracted with something else like, booze or a nice ass, but today i was like i have to listen to sloane sing and wow holy shit you’re fucking amazing ! are your marriage proposals open because i’ll be the first one in line, and i will fight anyone who tries to take my place . ’

[vlad-ofvaldez-blog]

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☮ - FRIENDSHIP HEADCANON

he can never say the things he truly wants to. NEVER. all of his life, every. single. day. vlad has held his tongue, never allowing his feelings to slip into his business. his business was only one thing, the one thing that he has maintained his whole life . . . SURVIVAL. sloane provides a unspoken comfort to him, the silky whisper of her voice causing his muscles to relax, his guard to come down. she doesn’t press him to say the things he can’t, and one of the things he can’t . . . is telling her that there’s a warmness to knowing that her company is never here to hurt him. he doesn’t have to question trusting her, because he can feel it in her presence. she’s not here to betray him --- but just to gently take his demons away for awhile. 

[gtfogerard]

​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

“Agree to disagree.” Gerard mused, and raised a brow to her. “You’ve clearly never had chicken pepian. It’s chicken in spicy pumpkin and sesame sauce-- fuck, I haven’t had that in years.”

[lovinglukas-blog1]

‘  so no head?  ’

“Nah, I’m just kidding. Of course you get head. If you’re getting anything from me, it’s head.” Lukas grinned against her neck, then paused. “And the sparkling conversation, of course.”

[vlad-ofvaldez-blog]

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[winterdvst-blog]

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it was well past midnight, and hayden was a little bit drunk. well, more than a little. he was also a very determined man, however, and did not waver as he strode towards sloane’s door, wine bottle and weed bag under his arm. ❝ c’mon, slow-poke, open up ! ❞ he all but screamed as he knocked on the door, barely giving it three seconds before knocking again, this time even harder than the first. ❝ i have good weed and good booze ! and a lot of stupid husband to shit-talk ! ❞

[ezraholloway-blog]

[drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin

( text: sloane ) - Over where? ( text: sloane ) - You aren’t dying, probably just had too many fucking shots, knowing you( text: sloane ) - Send me your location I’ll pick you up

[ezraholloway-blog]

[text] It was so good seeing you.

( text: sloane ) - Was good seeing you, too. Was a bit weird of you to almost sort of sense me thinking about you and just show up, though. Least that’s how it felt.