#t here

[melonatures]

claire has “i’m gonna fuck this man no matter how stupid he is” vibes

[undermyfeather]

Guys. He needs to be stopped.

[gxnocidal-blog]

@beastcftheair

Yep, those are wires in his hands that he’s fiddling with. “AJ, Bing...” The android begins,  “He was so... fragile.”

Mark wouldn’t have gone threw with killed AJ before these experiments, but Google... He just wanted out, and wanted his free will back... Bing was depressed, wanting to die, even as Mark he hated the other, and killing one of the other bots seemed like the perfect way to be kicked from the experiments. 

So, it was almost justified that those wires were in his hands.

[tigre--blanc-blog]

      He’s going to hoist the older chain up with ease & press a few kisses to his jaw.

[monstre--maudit-blog]

                                           exglet || continued

Jabberwock hummed, returning the kiss his lover had given him. His hands reached up, the long sleeves rolling back down his slim arms, and he placed the palms of his hands on Eaglet’s shoulders. “Good evening, amour.” He whispered. He pressed his forehead to the young Chain’s neck, nuzzling to the cook of it before pressing a few kisses to the soft flesh. “...How was your day?”

[love-smoke-drink]

Εγώ διαβάζω το αγαπημένο μου βιβλίο, ακουω λιγο λυπητερη μουσικη. Και εσύ; εσυ με κοιτας και χανεσαι. Χανεσαι στο βλεμα μου, στα χειλια μου, στον τροπο που είμαι προσυλομενος και σκεφτεσαι εάν γνωριζω ποσο μαγαπας Μα εγω είμαι αυτος που ξυπναει 2 ωρες νωρίτερα και σε κοιταει να κοιμάσαι. Εκει εγω δεν χανομαι, αλλα βρισκω τον εαυτο μου

me (T here)

[underworldly]

I just want your hands in mine. I want to inhale as you exhale. I want to wear your warmth and let it heal the ache in my bones. Sleep could claim me endlessly as long as you drifted off, too.

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