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[formerlywilliamthebloody]

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Spike was slumped in his chair a half a bottle of whiskey in his hands. A few more littered the coffee table with a few on the floor. The clearly drunk vampire took a drink from the bottle in his hands and looked up blinking at Dawn once he noticed the girl. He looked momentarily confused as to why Dawn was there before he sighed.

“Evenin’, Nibblet. Let me guess, your sister’s wantin’ me ta help with patrol?” he asked. His words were a little slurred but at least he could talk, even if in his drunk state his already muddled accent was even worse then it was when he was sober. “Sorry but i’m takin’ the night off.” he added.

[meilanhsiao]

The smallest #kindness is #honesty #naturalincense #handmadeincense #madebymonks (at Belgium Chinese Tea Arts Centre)

[takethiskiss-blog]

(meme~) "Chris. Chris, wake up," Dawn commands softly with tired, half open eyes as she gently shakes her roommates shoulder, careful to avoid his thrashing arms. "You're just having a bad dream, Chris. It's just a dream. Wake up."

Chris’ eyes fluttered open slowly, his breath coming in short awkward bursts. He coughed forcefully, before looking up at Dawn, upper lip slightly sweaty, fingers trembling as he attempts to regain his cool, sitting up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his breath still irregular. His voice is quiet, it’s weak and it’s vulnerable. “Could you hand me my inhaler please?”

[takethiskiss-blog]

she knows something's up.           how could she not?                even with all his acting experience,                       and all his practice in improv,                            he's still not a convincing liar.                      whenever they drop the act,                he finds it hard to speak to her.            he finds it hard to say anything,  because he knows the minute he does,          he's going to stay something stupid.                he's going to tell her how he feels,                     and by no means should he do that.            it's all for show.                       all of it.          or at least he's pretty sure it is,                      it would have to be, right? needless to say,      he's been overthinking it,                  and hating himself for the feelings he feels,             for weeks now.    he's feeling low,          and humming his new solo song under his breath,               attempting to remember the melody,       when he hears the door open.               suddenly his stomach drops and he has to try and seem           indifferent, and...                 okay.

      "there's pizza in the fridge." 

[alexcharleswhitman-blog]

HELP ME IT'S BB COLIN HANKS I"M GONNA CRY

[takethiskiss-blog]

madebymonks replied to your post:real talk about the stuffed horse tho [[MOR]

jENNIE OMG :’) that is magnificent i need a stuffed horse!

dude like the horse can't hold it's head up there's no support in it's neck so it just sort of hangs down unless you're holding the reigns and oh man the horse is so ridiculous like 

[takethiskiss-blog]

madebymonks:

"Oh. Uh. Well… I mean, who says you need fixing?"

"You! You keep -- you keep, trying to... You keep doing all this stuff for me, and -- and, saying all this nice stuff, and it's -- it's not gonna make a difference I'm so... messed up and -- I don't. I can't... You..." 

One exhausted, dry laugh to rule them all.

[takethiskiss-blog]

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