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HI IM ASH I GO BY THEY PRONOUNS IM A CANCER I LIKE LONG WALKS ON THE BEACH AND SASHA GIVING IT TO STEVE HARD ON THE HOOD OF A REALLY EXPENSIVE CAR also mashed potatoes i would stab a motherfucker for some mashed potatoes

TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF

HELLO ASH. WHAT A COINKYDICK I LOVE WHEN SASHA GIVES IT TO STEVE HARD. AND ALSO POTATOES

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Rain

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for drew ☤

My character has been committed to an asylum. Send me ☤ for their reaction to yours visiting them.

Drew doesn’t know how he got here. He really, honestly doesn’t know what’s going on, who’s in here with him, or what happened last night that means that he’s woken up in a room that’s too bright on a bed that’s too cold with his glasses on crooked and wearing white clothes that aren’t his. His mind races as he sits up too fast, groaning at the pain in his head as his stomach jolts with fear. He swallows around the cotton balls in his mouth and takes a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears and figure everything out rationally. It will be fine.

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sashamccoy said: ayy bab <3 was the movie good? kingofthe100 said: How was Insurgent?

I absolutely loved it. There was also a sneak peek of Furious 7 prior to the movie that made my day and then we went to Texas Roadhouse afterwards. 

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Do the people who make lemon flavored things put the essence of Lysol in them?

John asking the real questions

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Three Nights on a Drunken Sin || Sasha and Sebastian

Playing dumb was boring. Pretending like Sebastian didn't know how to properly pour liquors was down right ridiculous. But his friend had gotten him this job, after Seb having to drop hints for a solid two weeks, and now the hired assassin found himself working in a well known restaurant in the middle of London, and learning to be a bartender.

It was all a ruse, mind you. Seb knew how to mix drinks. And, in his not so humble opinion, he had better drink recipes than what they provided at this place, but that was neither here nor there. The point of all of this, of making the friend who had gotten him this job, of stating over and over again to said friend that he was down on his luck and could really just use a paying gig, and finally getting the interview and meeting the owner of the restaurant was all for one purpose.

To get close to and eventually kill that owner. It was nothing personal. Though, it never was with Sebastian. It was all business. And so now Seb found himself stumbling his way through a gin and tonic, measuring each shot specifically, making a show of trying not to spill over. 

His boss was watching. 

Good.