May 14, 2014
my url tag is broken and so is the dan gruchy tag. damn.
- #deltarune
#project hail mary
#world cup- #lana del rey
#photography- #iron lung
- #heated rivalry
- #the vampire lestat
#interview with the vampire#iwtv#the vampire armand#assad zaman
#interview with the vampire#iwtv#the vampire armand#assad zaman
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my url tag is broken and so is the dan gruchy tag. damn.
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pfff, i don’t. i forget a few blogs. i havent been on two for about a day.
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((Practice. Multiple browser windows. Patience. Insanity. Just… love.))
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((I use a Satanic ritual but…everyone has their ways))
Sorry, but you are all wrong. The correct answer was witchcraft.
"Protect me."
”..Wha’ did you do.”
pinned[lets do this]
Send me ‘pinned’ and my character will react to yours pinning them against the wall
It was safe to say the Englishman squeaked. Loudly. But, then again, when doesn’t he squeak? Brown eyes widened, cheeks colored, and a rather shaky chuckled cracking his lips. “Well hello to you too, Danny.”
+1
So the husband makes his appearance.
Hola.
Gavin's got breath that reeks of asshole.
Literally.
{ sms : micoo } You know what we need to do today?
( TEXT ) → dan the manwhat’s that, dan?
He needed to do this.
He needed to tell someone, whether it be the one who deserved to know the most or any of his friends. Just somebody. He’d go crazy if he didn’t, just absolutely lose his mind will all the pent up emotions.
He’d tried, and tried multiple times. Always making a move that looked like he was going to speak. But the words never came, just the downward shift of eyes before hugging himself and muttering a ‘never mind’. And if Dan noticed or was annoyed by it, he never said anything about it.
But right now, right where he stood at this exact moment, he was so fucking tired of being scared to tell him. To tell anybody for that matter. So there he stood, straight at his five foot eleven inch height, a hesitant yet determined look on his features.
"I need to talk to you. About my past."