#sxrviival

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sxrviival said: HELLOW I LOVE U TOO AND I MISSED U TOO LOVE ME -hugs and never lets go-

/CLINGS TO 5EVER

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send me a 'dibs' if you are ridiculously attached to me as an rp partner

/latches onto/ HI ILY I MISSED YOU

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schadenfreudestilinski replied to your post:Can I punch this Deucalion guy in the face? ...

He’ll probably bite your hands off, just saying.

sxrviival replied to your post:Can I punch this Deucalion guy in the face? ...

Make sure you have a knife in your hand while punching him. :3

.......Is he STILL gonna bite my hand off if I have a knife in my hand, too?

'Cause I DO wanna keep my hand, but >.>

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Mission not-so-much-of-a-failure-but-god-it-hurts | Erik

What was worst than to come back from a mission with a sentiment that you didn't particularly succeeded? Simple: coming back from a mission with a sentiment that you didn't particularly succeeded with multiple wounds, a probably broken rib, blood in your mouth and an uncomfortable human-like weakness in your whole body. He knew by the car exploding some minutes earlier that his powers were coming back, but none of them included healing and right now, he would give anything for good ol' Wolverine's powers.

Coughing blood, the Acolyte leaned against a mail box, grunting under a pain he knew would stay for days. Just what he needed: a time out. Missions were nice, even if not always in his morals - or whatever it was he knew he had - but staying put with the others? Gambit had no time nor patience for bloody babysitting. He had been in a lot of bad crowd, but Magneto's goons were the scums of the scums, the morons of the morons, etc.

It took him another fifteen minutes before he finally crashed at the front door, the Cajun on all four and his remaining willpower struggling to get him to stand up again. He leaned against the door heavily, taking another minute to open the door before he bursted in.

"Guess who's home?"

He announced with his usual enthusiasm, but leaning against the first furniture that came into his sight.

"Missed me?".

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[ Anyone else would read our Skype conversations and be concerned on our mental health and age. I love those relationships so strong you can say any bullshit and its just a laughing fit all along. ]

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Once you are tagged, you have to say five nice things about yourself publicly and then tag 10 followers to do the same.

I was tagged by: sxrviival

1. My singing is pretty good.

2. I like to think I'm pretty okay at helping friends with whatever they're going through, if possible.

3. I'm...adorable. There, I said it.

4. Considering I had a 12th grade reading level when I was in 6th grade, I like to think my writing level is somewhat higher than it usually is, meaning that I could totally bust out six paragraph replies if I wanted to.

5. I'm probably not as shy as I tell myself I am, if I just work at it a little. But knowing my laziness...

Tagging: nobody! Because it's fricking 8:30 in the morning and I've been up for 45 minutes because people here at my house are annoying -.-

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[Sending numbers okay why not im good at sending numbers] 19!

DON'T READ BELOW THE CUT! Just send a number between 1-25 and let's see what happens!

19- My muse singing to yours

It wasn't that much humiliating, but on a very bad idea, he had lost a bet or a game - why did they play with the kids already? they were supposed to train them not befriend them - and he was now stuck with Erik - again - singing to him - oh that was new - a song they had picked up - that was never good news - which happened to be the cheesiest love song he ever heard in his life. In french to top it all. How did they get to those lyrics, he would probably never know, but he couldn't wait until it was over.

Not that his voice was truly horrid. It wasn't that of a professional singer, it wasn't that of a music student, but it didn't give anyone the desire of pushing a fork through their ears. Which, in his definition, was quite positive.

He was going to kill the boys.

When the last note finally left his lips - thank God - he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, feeling his patience diminishing by the second.

"I do believe I did my part now."