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Nothing to Cure. @d.j._s found this and even though I'm an atheist I think it's beautiful. #nothingtocure #autistic #autismspectrumdisorder #asd #autism #autismmemes #autismacceptance https://www.instagram.com/p/CXu4krwAEas/?utm_medium=tumblr
“Have you slept at all lately?”
“I’m fine Raven. Just a busy day.”
Problem, Charles?
“Stay away from Victor. He’s dangerous.”
[text] It’s like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job.
Texts from last night meme.
[text:] Remind me to get angry next time I see you.
[text:] We’ll test that theory.
♚ (Because pretending to be Pepper and then shifting back accidentally after she falls asleep)
Tony paused, looking down at the woman beside him, he’d suspected there wasn't something completely right about the ginger. Especially the fact that she was fast asleep on him. The moment he noticed the blue and red starting to bleed back into their rightful positions he sighed, stroking his hand down her hair anyway: “I thought so... hello.”
"Hey, sleepyhead"
Antonio blinked his eyes slowly, noticing a blue-skinned redhead lying next to him as he woke. The image didn’t go away with increased wakefulness, so it didn’t seem part of his hangover. “You know, I had blue skin once...” He muttered, still half-asleep.
♋
basics:
WHO OF US IS:
Older? yours/mineTaller? yours/mineRicher? yours/mineNeater? yours/mineNicer? yours/mineSmarter? yours/mineFunnier? yours/mine
advanced:
Who is a better friend? yours/mineWho lies the most? yours/mineWho swears the most? yours/mineWho reads more? yours/mineWho is more creative? yours/mineWho is more troubled? yours/mineWho has better morals? yours/mine
Ü (Cause the other way around just isn't as impressive lol)
MemeÜ your muse walks in on my muse naked
Erik was usually careful about getting dressed right out of the shower, a personal habit designed not out of modesty but out of revulsion for his own scars and faults. It was best if no one saw those, if no one knew his past weaknesses and failures.
But today he had fresh wounds to check on. They still weren't quite healed, red around the edges.
The sound of a door swinging open on its hinges had Erik swiftly turning his head away from the mirror to look towards the door, shock and a bit of embarrassment on his face. Coughing, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.
"S-sorry about that, wasn't expecting company this early. Is something the matter?"