Helen: I don't date girls
Liv: *walks into the room*
Helen: I marry them
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Helen: I don't date girls
Liv: *walks into the room*
Helen: I marry them
Surprise reunion
@six-ninths-deviant
The door stood ominously before him as he held his fist up to strike it.
Which was total *bullshit*, he reasoned with himself. Because it was a fucking door.
It was more about what it meant. Why it would conjure up a top shelf cocktail of nerves and excitement and anticipation.
It was Nines’ door.
After being essentially torn away from him for three fucking months, working undercover as some mobsters lackey only to have the fucking satisfaction of putting a bullet in the guy’s head.
He had been so happy to have that damn case closed for good, until he realised he didn’t have his Tincan celebrating with him. Packed up right away after that, took the first flight the fuck home to sweet, noisy Detroit.
That’s how he ended up here, using his runaway thoughts as ample excuse to buy time, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pocket, only to come out with a packet of aeroplane tissues with speckles of white lint. Fuck. His keys were in his suitcase.
Looks like he’ll *have* to knock.
He needed to catch his breath, anyway.
Yeah, that’s why he was stalling.
He had ran through the fucking labyrinth that is the arrival hall, dicked around on his phone through passport scanning, ran through baggage claim, ran back through baggage claim because he took the wrong suitcase, ran around for an Über for a good half and hour, and lugged his fucking suitcase up three flights of stairs.
This surprise return idea had been a horrible one, he reprimanded himself as he lay gasping for a few seconds. Seriously. Never again. God please don’t say he’s not home.
He finally, *finally* gathers the courage to knock.
*“Open up, Detroit Police!”*
it bothers me when so-called "inspirational quotes" or "shower thoughts" don't actually seem to have a point or observation to make
could anyone tell me why the fuck does anything tagged as #m keep ending up in the "Your tags" tab despite not being a saved tag? Is this some kind of a loophole? Gonna mute the shit out of this tag and see if it helps
elite4lucian replied to your post “elite4lucian replied to your post:i just want to point out...”
I am okay with damaging the eyes of my friends....but think about the poor people that suddenly have a monster on their dash! D:
more like monstrously cute!
you have the lavret piercing don't you?
i DONT i have labret piercing
Forever cackling evilly at today ~