𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙀𝙄𝙑𝙀𝘿: ☾ :)? — @stalke
send a ☾ and i will generate a number for what my muse says to yours.
result: 177
❝ can you pay my bills? ❞

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𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙀𝙄𝙑𝙀𝘿: ☾ :)? — @stalke
send a ☾ and i will generate a number for what my muse says to yours.
result: 177
❝ can you pay my bills? ❞
“You’re new, right?” Kate’s voice is a hushed whisper, blue eyes meeting darker ones across the top of the sputtering generator. This isn’t the first time she’s met a new survivor during a trial instead of back at camp, a camp so unlike the dozens she went to when she was a child and teenager. There’s no horseback riding, gardening, singing and archery at this camp. Just a fire to keep the terrible cold away and the anxiety of am I going to be taken next? Kate pities this poor soul; being new is the worst part of it all, not knowing what’s really going on or who to trust. But she won’t let him suffer alone, always there to offer a shoulder or a helping hand or even to take a knife to the back for someone else, even if she’s just met them. Her brows furrow in concentration as she directs her gaze back to the machinery in her hands, not wanting to mess up and alert the killer to their location. That’d be a terrible first impression.
“I’m Kate. You’ve probably already seen David earlier. He’s a bit of a jerk, but he’s got a good heart underneath that. Then... I think Meg was with us, too. Tough girl.” Talking a lot when she’s anxious is one of her many flaws. She doesn’t see the red on his shirt until he shifts a bit, worry filling her expression and a stressed pout forming on her lips. “You’re bleeding... got hit already? Did you see who the killer was?” If she knew the truth behind that blood, she’d already be running. She always sees and expects the best from people though, something that will likely end up screwing her over bad one day. Not today, as far as she thinks. // @stalke
Hm... if he reacted like that with a hand holding, I wonder what would happen if... *kisses Stalker in the cheek*
Como suena de linda ese single @raza_panaoficial #stalke #trap
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Slavoj Žižek - The Pervert’s Guide to Cinema: Stalker
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