#meme:k

[rahullkohli]

elastic heart

And I will stay up through the nightAnd let's be clear, won't close my eyesAnd I know that I can surviveI'll walk through fire to save my life

[rahullkohli]

[MSG] I TOLD YOU TO GO TO BED 8 HOURS AGO

[MSG]; I know but I got this idea so I had some coffee and then I started playing and I’m not even tired anyway[MSG] Why are you awake? Can’t you sleep either? Do you wanna hear the song I wrote?

[rahullkohli]

[MSG:] Periods help you learn how to get blood of things. I think this is why more men get convicted as murderers.

[MSG:] I am not quite sure how to respond to that.[MSG:] Is that a threat or a random fact?

[rahullkohli]

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☠  Their worst habit ~

I think Stefan’s worst habit has got to be that he sometimes zones completely out. If he hears something, or sees something, or just anything that inspires him he’ll be stuck in his mind making up music and lyrics for it, and he can miss entire conversations like that.

[henrycamden]

I want the K

10: Belly-button Kiss

It was a lazy Sunday, They had come home late from the gala they attended and fallen into bed. The piles of clothing on the floor were not from them being stripped off but merely shucked as they pulled night clothes on. They hadn't gotten there yet. As Henry had explained it to her, he found her lovely, gorgeous and beautiful, but he just couldn't go there  yet. Sex was not something in the cards until there was significant emotional connection. She took it well. Henry had always appreciated that. Still, that didn't stop them from having physical contact, Curling up together, kisses, other lingering touches. Kayla was stretched out on the bed, watching Henry as he sat on his side, checking his glucose and drinking juice. They were talking idly about what to do that day. Maybe go for a walk, catch a film, certainly start the day with brunch. That was a given.  He finished fiddling with his watch and twisted his legs back onto the bed, facing her.  Her tank top had lifted when she stretched, a small expanse of skin shown between her shirt hem and the waistline of her shorts. He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to the exposed flesh, smiling warm.

[henrycamden]

I want the K (( SHRUGS........... ))

8: Hair pulling

They were on a job, and again Fargo had convinced it's self that Henry needed back up. Which, was really absolutely bizarre, he had beyond proven himself the first two times but no. Of course not. Because everyone had to work with someone else and where Wrench went, Numbers came too. Henry was convinced it was his blatant refusal to bring a gun on these things. The look on Numbers and Wrench's faces when he told them he wasn't planning on killing anyone that first time was largely amusing. Which is how they ended up split and circling the building, Numbers went one way, Henry and Wrench went the other, and were currently walking down a very narrow sliver of alley between one building at the next, The space barely allowed for Wrench's broad shoulders. Henry taking point. It was quiet, but that didn't stop Wrench's eyes from darting all about the area, looking for any potential issues. Henry was focused on the task ahead, getting to the end of this. He was only slightly claustrophobic. They reached the mouth of the alley, Henry leaned out slightly, checking the front and sides to be clear. They were. He took a step out but found himself pulled viciously back by his hair, awkwardly back peddling into the alleyway.<> Henry's fist went up into Wrench's elbows, not hard enough to damage but enough to get him to release. Wrench stabbed the air with his finger, pointing out of the alley. Henry looked and turned back to Wrench, throwing his hands up. Wrench huffed and grabbed the man by the hair again and twisted his head around. There on the fire-escape of the opposite building was a bloke with a full-auto.

[maimedlion-blog]

I want the K

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

4: Cheek Kiss

          Unwelcome lay inclination expressed towards she; a woman     disdained by twin-- and lover to deceased Viper. Grief raw surely    she possessed, alongside a  r a g e of which would lay without     ability to stand quelled; unless the Lannisters should fall -- - 

          He himself amongst them. 

                     Regardless-- 

                 ❝ — You have my deepest of                           s y m p a t h i e s ,  Ellaria , ❞    Jaime murmured as he made his movement, before the woman   could jerk away-- - to take most unwarranted of actions; yet    seeming more proper an apology than any other. 

           Briefly, his lips brushed her cheek,           before once more he pulled away.