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Assholes
We are still here miserable haters.
Bitch
LOOOL poor thing, the fucked are you here, I'm not give a fuck for you! Should die infected by the worst plague the world.
Wrong blog for this ship but Mila and James
How much I like it: actual cause of global warming | notp | don’t care | it’s okay | cute! | otp | MY BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN
"Their" song: Nothing Owed by Bonobo
Who does more housework: James mainly, but Mila tries to do whatever she can
What couple cosplay they should do: Fiona and Prince Bubblegum
Who cried watching Toy Story 3: James, he tried explaining why it was so important to Mila but she kinda just shrugged. Not the same with audio captioning
Who hogs the blankets at night: Mila, a little cocoon of blankets
What they fight about: that Mila should go out more, get out of the house and everything
Who has more Facebook friends: Mila, a lot of her contacts are on facebook
One headcanon about them: James one day gets the great idea of getting Mila a bunk bed instead of having her hide under beds and all that. He hits his head off of it every single morning but as long as she's feeling safe, he's happy.
[text] I'm wearing that thing you bought me but I can't tell if it looks any good.
[text: blind bae] babe i know u cant tell
[text: blind bae] ill be over to tell u how cute u look in like 15
Can I kiss you?
Send "Can I kiss you" to see how my muse responds
The way she said it was so innocent, normally he would be the one to initiate the kisses, seeing as her sight wasn't something that she could rely on to guide her lips towards his. The edges of his lips twitch into a smile that she couldn't see before he smiled and said yes. "Of course, you don't have to fuckin' ask me." His fingers lightly touching against her jawline as he leaned in for a kiss, "You can have as many as you want."
milaupshur replied to your post: “// writes a long ramble/vent post deletes it because nobody fucking...”:
[:cc i didn't see it cuz i was distracted by Prototype again...]
I never posted it. I don't even care enough to post it but it fucking bothers me idk I'm trash bye
Text meme thingy if you're still doing it
>>[Text;; ;););) ]: i dont think you understand its like im 16 again every time i think about her.>>[Text;; ;););) ]: and ill be there for her no matter what. this time i actually mean it.
"I need you."
Sad RP Starters
He pulled her in close, it had taken months to get her from out underneath the bed every time she ask for him to stay or for him to take her to his place, as long as he kept her close to him. Mila was more open to everything after they had spent some intimate time together, even with her sight gone she was eager to touch him more so than before. As long as he was right there with her under the covers, safe from everything else. He enjoyed it, laying on his back as her fingers glided down his body, getting to know every bit of it, memorizing it so she could return to it later.
Innocent, soft touches. The kind that made him smile and kiss the crown of her head.
But he wasn’t expecting it to bother him so much when her hand grazed over the scars on his inner thigh. She looked up at him questioningly as if to ask about the deep cuts, wondering where they came from without even saying a thing. He jumped at the touch, immediately getting out of bed and running to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. His bare back against the cool wall as he slid down onto the tiled floor, head in his hands as the vivid memories came flooding back to him. Only made worse as he could hear her cry out for him.
“James? .....I need you.” He voice shook, she was afraid. Afraid to be alone and puzzled by his behavior. The man had never done that before. Why was he like this now? “Please, I need you. I’m scared. Come back to me.” He quietly sat there, her words and her voice growing more and more distant as the deafening silence was all that he could hear. It was so easy to forget that here he was safe, that the younger blind woman didn't mean to bleed him out like his captors did before but he just couldn't shake the feeling.
James got up, with his body shaking trying to hold himself up at the sink, refusing to look at his reflection in the mirror afraid to see a broken man with blood dripping out of his mouth due to his missing molars-- the pain of the pliers pulling them out returned with the image, the thought, the feeling, of being strapped back down onto the chair with the barbed wire poking into his flesh as they tightened it around him. Head dizzy from the blood loss. This was it, feeling like he was going to fall.
The tremors had come back, causing him to fumble around when he opened the medicine cabinet looking for his meds fumbling through the ones that were prescribed to combat that side effects of the ones he needed the most. Quickly opening the bottles and pouring outtwo pills from each clear orange plastic container. Trazodone, Risperidone, Bupropion, Topiromate, along with few others he could never pronounce and never bothered to try. Swallowing them quickly he plopped back down onto the floor with his knees too weak and his body too tired. But either way, he tried to crawl out of the bathroom and back to Mila.
She needed him after all.
