Without it being weird, I want to be your dog.
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Without it being weird, I want to be your dog.
biblically accurate recreation of the photo in my camera roll after i force my friend to take a picture of me somewhere 💀🧍🏻♀️
9-1-1 is so unhinged sometimes, “I’m an ally” after tonguing a man is wild-
❝ if you really wanted to cheer me up you could buy me a drink. ❞ bats his eyelashes at Evan
PROMPTS FOR PLATONIC OR NEUTRAL DYNAMICS
"Oii--if you promise it'll only be one," Evan teased. "I'm running a bit low on Mora--I wonder why that might be."
Evan gently jabbed Venti's shoulder, grinning at him.
"I'd otherwise challenge you to a drinking contest--except you have the tolerance of a god. How am I supposed to compete with that?" He snickered before he beckoned Ventit to follow him. "Come now--you want Dandelion Wine, I presume?"
FOR @bcldecgle !!
There wasn’t an outright look of DISGUST on Evan’s face, no, more of a — ‘ is this really a journalist’s office, or have I stumbled across a murder barn ? ‘ Very different intentions, of course. Either way, he had been given this information from one of the waitresses at the diner he frequented and maybe he SHOULD have taken the look on her face as a warning instead of kindly presuming she might be of the ‘ judgemental ‘ type. Very Christianly of him, no ?
Didn’t matter now, not when Evan was standing in front of a structure that was quite, well, rusted and decrepit. He really was TRYING not to judge but he was so far from church that maybe the thought crossing his mind wouldn’t be enough to stain his lifelong pursuit of heaven. That’s if there was a heaven, but Evan wasn’t about to ask God that.
‘ Uhm, h - HELLO ? ‘ he called out, in front of the doorway . . . space, having mustered up the courage, his knuckles rapping on the — concrete ? Gosh, if he didn’t get his act together he might really experience all of his life-long missing out of being ass-whopped all at once.
ANSWERED ( super late ) | smol & tol
[ CATCH ] for the shorter muse to run and jump into the taller muse’s arms | @upsidehell
‘ WAIT, wait, wait, wait. ‘
Evan had his hands up defensively, laughing, trying to position himself where the both of them wouldn’t go overboard ( figuratively, of course, and he reminded himself glumly that there was no ocean vessel for him to spend the day on here in Indiana ). Despite his words he really was ready, barely braced but prepared for it, as Vicky came flying towards him. He would catch her easily, the suddenness of their bodies connecting an instinctive reminder to tighten his arms, but it was easy, and light, and FREE. He’d spin them around, an excuse to keep her there a moment or two longer, all the while waiting for the inevitable pull she’d make to get down.
But he’d let her make the first move because for now ? For now he was already thinking of the ways he might be able to get them to try this again.
Abby is my...It’s complicated
“I could finally spend the night at the library!”