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✆ DOBBIE

abrams / troublemaker - olly murs

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roleplayripper replied to your post:have we reached a conclusion on whether...

They’re vampires, Julie confirmed it in an interview with E!

okok thank you!

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[text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would get a piggy back ride home. I’ve never been so broken. (Babe).

[text]: I told you, dude. I am built.[text]: Pure deliciousness that you had the chance to carry on your back.[text]: Seriously, tho, you shrugging me off after five steps wasn't nice.

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[text] There isn’t enough cookie dough ice cream at home, so I’ll be heartbroken tomorrow instead. (Iron Slayer).

Tony: Remember when I told you how my emergency server worked? 

Tony: Remember how I said when and how you should use it? 

Tony: All caps, no where said text Tony about ice cream while he's in flight and getting shot at. 

Tony: Jarvis I meant put it in all caps not write all caps 

Tony: Stop sending everything I say 

Tony: Ahhh fuck. 

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[text] Not sure if I took a nap or went to another dimension (Captain Slayer.)

Text: Buffy, if this was supposed to be funny it doesn't translate well after you've told me you have previously made an enemy of a God from a hell dimension. 

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"I don't want to love you, but I do." + Sundia.

I DON'T WANT TO LOVE YOU, BUT I DO.

Maybe it was the sea salt scent that lingered on his skin, reminding you of home. How warm, and smooth his tanned skin was against your palms, under your tight grip of your fingers on his arms, shoulders, back. Everything was familiar to you, from the crook of his neck to the fissures of his spine, like the waves you two are used to claim as yours, but you know they will never truly be.

That’s why, maybe, you love him.

Because the way he laughs makes you think of how his wooden sword tapped against floor; tap, tap, tap. Rhythmically, makes you remind how your heart followed — how your heart felt when it used to beat ina healthy compass, not just clenching painfully at the memories of a time that will never come back, at the memories of a place that will never exist again.

(They are dead, all dead. And he is now your enemy.)

Because he makes of you a living contradition, fuels your hate towards the world, towards the gods, towards yourself. Towards him. Makes you live in a blindness denial, the one you still refuses to believe. He draws his sword — now made of steel, rust and bloodstain of the many who had came to meet their end or their prayers right there — and burries in your chest, in your tights, in you heart.

He’s not a cupid, made of love. He is made of cruelty the world had given him, made of hopelessness he was brewed in. He is real, he is your favorite worst nightmare.

He is like you, and you shouldn’t love him.

You hate how his palms are awlays possessively on your waist, but you love to feel his texture against your just as scarred skin; traching the patterns of the roses coveing you back, the claming with a twisted pride the scars he had casted upon your body.

His presence cloghs up your brain, melted iron spilled down your throat.

I don’t want to love you, but I do.

You kiss him until your lips are bleeding, you kiss him until neither can differ between cries of pleasures and pain. There’s a thin line seprating the two things, a thin line separating love and hate, a thin line separating the two of you.

And you dare to cross it.

Because you love him, oh, you do.

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The Unholy Trinity.

Who’s the messiest one: Gabe, for sure. Even though Edie’s make-up table is always a huge mess, Gabe will win ten time out of eight. Ben is the most organized, he has OCD.

Who feels the most uncomfortable about PDA: Definitely Gabe and Ben, Gabe winning this one, he absolutely hate it and Ben is really uncomfortable around it — Edie loves to do this just to set them both off.

Who’s the funniest drunk: Gabe is always a little drunk, but get cranky when too drunk; Ben has three phases — feelsy, slutty and aggressive -ride-or-die. Edie is the funniest, Ben and Gabe love her giggles and the way her cheeks get all rosy when drunk.

Who texts the most: Edie, always sending the boys funny texts and pictures of what she is doing. Ben always forgets to reply and Gabe always writes too much — both miss the point of how to text properly.

Who has the most embarrassing taste in music: Gabe — he likes the most random songs ever existed. Ben sticks to his good and old rock, sometimes some Indie because he wants to be ‘hipster’. Edie laughs at Gabe and rolls her eyes at Ben, pop music is the way to go.

Who reads the most: Neither of them read a lot but if it was to pick one, that one would also be Gabe. Old habits from his time in school are the hardest to die.

Who’s better with kids: Ben — he grew up with two little brothers, even though he is slightly sociopathic and really narcisitic, kids are his weakness. 

Who’s the one that fixes things around the house: Neither. They get all desperate and angry when something breaks, always blaming each other and taking way too long to call someone to fix it.

Who’s got the weirdest hobby: Edie likes to blast music whenever she is upset with the boys — and when she wants to wake them up; and dance, dance until one of them make her stop or join her.

Who cooks and who cleans up: They all cook — actually, the boys cook, they asked Edie once and didn’t quite work out. Ben always cleans up, he needs everything tight.

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roleplayripper replied to your post:RUSSIA. 

In which Samitri invite everyone into their beds back in Russia except for Levka. None for Levka

NONE FOR LEVKA EVER THAT LIL TRAMP