#notinman

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@opalbf

with french fries and strawberry shake!

@no-tinman

burgerlicious definition make them all go loco they want ketchup so they get their pleasures from commercial you can eat it, you can see it; it is cheesy, it’s not greasy

You two are the best worst !

[annawxtson-blog]

Owl Lord:annabelle’s most simplified life status: livin’ la vida loca

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@no-tinman

have you two ever heard about using protection?

“Is there any use to remember it now ?”

[annawxtson-blog]

@no-tinman

……….poor booker

“Nah, he’s fine.”

[sanctamater]

@no-tinman​ (con’t from here)

Truth be told, Slate was slightly surprised she had come all the way from her fancy house in Emporia to meet all the way here to the military base, definitely not a place for a lady to visit, –especially alone. Slate looked at her, seriousness speaking in his face as he held the cigarette in his hand; ❝And this is the last time I’m repeatin’ myself, I have not seen your husband in days❞ and if he could assume correctly, neither has she.

  DREAD SETTLED IN the pit of her stomach like a weight; mixing in with fear until head spun like a toy. Had she been the WEAKER variety of her sex; she would have fainted. Instead, she stood still; jaw C-C-CLICKING as teeth ground together, the sound ALIEN. He had to know. There was no way that he did not: her husband, her Prophet; did he not trust Slate as much as he could any man? “Do you have an -- an inkling of where he might be?! He is the PROPHET. We need him.”

[regiaservitia-blog]

@no-tinman:​

❝And ah–❞ Slate scanned the room, turning his head to both sides to make sure they were having the conversation in private..

           ❝Does he know about the baby?❞

( ☆ ) Haydée let out a choked, sardonic little laugh as she stared up at him. Goodness, I do believe I hear my father laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

“I would not dare put it past him. You know him--he is observant to an almost inhuman degree.” ( ☆ )

[annawxtson-blog]

@no-tinman :

For some reason Slate was angry, she had cheated on a man he likes as his son, yet he had accepted to keep silent; but not with her..

            ❝How, exactly, did you think that having an affair would help your marriage?❞

Annabelle thanked his silence, but she could not bear it any longer. It has become a TORTURE to look into the eyes of the man ( her husband ); adventures like these were a diversion before the VOWS, and if she once thought it unforgivable, she now saw it ( felt ! ) disgusting. “Please stop. I beg of you. Just stop, would you ?” his words were like rough thunder––a sound she could not hear without flinching.                               “I know what I did was foolish and deserves no forgiveness, but I–” felt so lonely, to even say it was like swallowing knives; she could not blame temptation, she knew what she was doing was more than just a sin, a violation to their vows. She looked down in shame and disgust ( is it normal to feel so much disgust to oneself ? ) She now thought it possible... “Slate I–...I’m scared.”