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The concept of marrying him has been brought up before casually on occasion by people, and it keeps bouncing around in my head.
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💭
Send 💭 for a thought.
The concept of marrying him has been brought up before casually on occasion by people, and it keeps bouncing around in my head.
You know that one lemur from penguin of Madagascar?? Maurice?? Breeze vibes.
i’m not sure how you chanced upon this conclusion, but unfortunately i have to agree with you
@serirosea said: she’ll lean into spine, prompt warmth enshrouding petite in inviting solace. mild irritation prior to actions - diminished; forgotten. ‘ gin, ‘ mere murmur, thick golden lashes eclipsing clear sapphires in blissful repose. ‘ be quiet; stay still. ‘ ivory’s sarcasm disregarded, plush tiers curling amicably. a touch of fatigue to feathery rasp, ‘ tease me later. i’m tired. so tired. let me rest my eyes here for a few minutes. ’
unprompted ask. // always accepting !!
Despite time having passed since they met, Gin still remained wholly unaccustomed to the simple act of willing proximity from others----she did not shy away. GIN DID NOT ENJOY BEING TOUCHED BY ANYONE other than a select few. Though he wielded proximity, touch of his own design, often in an intimidating way----the leaning crane of his neck, the way his form swayed far too close to another’s, that was merely due to his control of the matter. His was a quiet type of discomfort best described as the unsettling shift in awareness, fine-tuned, when one’s neck was touched by a stranger, or perhaps just the right amount of unfamiliarity lingering from an acquaintance's hand upon his shoulder. If the ex-traitor didn’t initiate the contact, it wasn’t his to direct. Gin didn’t trust, nor wish to partake in, such small gestures less he felt genuine solace in their presence--------but he stilled, regardless, in hers.
He was trying, he was working on it.
❝ ——rough day, hm ? Don’t worry... ❞ Gin spoke, softer----lower tones, slow, dripping with similar fatigue unmasked, a quiet understanding evoked. He remained a pillar against her leaning ways, posture settling steadily to support her. ❝ I’ll behave. ❞
{+}// pFT. Hello there Greg Ayres.
Tumblr is insisting that I'm mutuals with someone I'm not. Really don't like that. Is this a common bug or ?
Anyone else associate things with shapes and colors? Like when I think about something like books, they feel like a nice smooth circle, usually blue. If I think about something and it's not a circle or is red, I know I don't want to do that or associate with that thing. But squares are also good usually, as long as they aren't red. If it's spiky, no go completely.