#malvdo

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↪ ✧･ﾟ:  STARTER CALL with !! @malvdo  

             “ i mean if you WANNA stare at me eat, at least let me know. or sit down and eat with me. you look weird if you keep just standing around. what? did your date ditch you or something? ” laura shrugs, leaning back in her seat. the whole outside of the restaurant wasn’t totally full. but she was just intrigued by the stranger. “ i don’t mind, really. ”

[sanguerosas]

FLOWERS for @malvdo​ BASED 

          HE HAD FOUGHT TOOTH AND NAIL ABOUT RECEIVING THERAPY.  He was okay  ,   he was more than okay.   There was nothing wrong with him  ,   he didn’t need someone to tell him that he wasn’t.   But while he raged and complained about it  ,   there was nothing he could do.   Arthur had insisted  ,   Francesco had all but ordered it.   Lancelot sighed  ,   he should have known that he’ll be doing this after coming home from Afghanistan  after serving for the military for half a year.   While the family had returned back to Seoul after  his discharge  ,   they didn’t trust him to be a hundred percent okay.   He resented them for it for a small while  ,   but then he realized that he couldn’t take up his job as Arthur’s right hand if he was anything but fine.   And thus  ,   despite his reluctance he agreed.  

Walking into the white walls of the clinic  ,   nose scrunched slightly in distaste.  He hated always hated hospitals  ----  clinics whatever that place was.   It felt like a white walled prison that he wasn’t going to walk out from.   Lancelot shook the thoughts away  ,   he squares his shoulders  ,   jaws set tight as he walked into the room where his supposed therapist /  doctor was.   

                    ❝  Hello.  I have the two o’ clock appointment ?   ❞

[luculcnt]

“ All that potential, just wasting away, practically dripping out of you. ” ( Jennifer to any of your muses ! )

FOR A PARANORMAL INVESTIGATOR, it’s difficult for any strange occurrences or personalities to scare seokju off anymore, but this woman is surely a living, breathing psychopath before his very own doe eyes. for once that alarmed expression so often assumed of him is actually genuine as he shifts uncomfortably on the leather couch and rubs at the nape of his neck. ❛ yeaaah, uh… i’m only here because i lost a bet, i wasn’t looking for any kind of terrifying reading of my future or some shit like that. can’t you just diagnose me, or something? whatever it is you people do. my friends say there must be something wrong with me. ❜  he attempts a halfhearted laugh to lighten the mood, but when met with deafening silence, he then clears his throat. ❛ not trying to insult you or nothin’, but this is a bit too… intense for my liking. i’m an optimist, doc. ❜ 

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--&& @malvdo  liked this for a starter !!         ( & Mary )

“ Ugh. Enough with all the nonsense babbling, Darling. You’re not scaring anyone. “ Mary finally put an end to the other’s nonstopping yapping, black nails scratching at her temples as her fingertips rubbed on her skin as if to soothe the headache the other’s ( misserabe ) act was giving her. “ If you came looking for me, you know what this place is about. “ She spoke calmly before taking a deep breath, a smile curling her red lips as she exhaled quietly and slowly and fixed her gaze upon the other once more. “ Now, drop the intimidation act, and tell me what is it that you want. “

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.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ starter for // @malvdo for reblogging/liking this, thank you !!

“ uh.. i don’t know how to tell you this but.. “ yongjin’s eyes dart from them to the figure behind, a worried look plastering his face. “ i think you’re being followed. “

[cchilyoja]

; continued from  X. 

Eyes darted to the door that was swiftly closed and the OBVIOUS sound of a woman's scream that vanished far too quickly. Well, it wasn't really a surprise that what was going on behind closed doors was far from legal, or humane, or moral. But that didn't CONCERN him. He wasn't getting paid to care about the consequences. And sometimes, when he felt really low, those thoughts haunted him, about what he had done, directly or indirectly. And this memory would be added to the Rolodex of things that would keep him up at night. But for now, the only thing he CARED about, was the paycheck. "Well, you can't get this on the BLACK MARKET, which is why you hired me. It's not on me right now, because, you know, didn't feel like endangering my life or everyone's life in this city if it exploded or leaked. It's at a safe location. And once all the money is transferred to my account, I will give you the address, and you and your team can go pick it up." Trusting people was a defect that some had, he did NOT. “The exact number was sent to your email. If it’s too much for you, I’ll find a buyer somewhere else.”

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malvdo replied to your post: “am i allowed to say “ultimately concluding that it’s bullshit” in an...”:

Basically what I wrote in my thesis so yes

my actual thesis is gonna end up looking like “In this paper, I plan on examining the way in which white, evangelical protestants justify their support of capital punishment, ultimately concluding that their position is based less in scripture and religious belief than it is in political motivation and racial bias.” because i dont know... how else to say it LMAO