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[stupxfied]

“ you know any good vets? i think somethin’s wrong with egg, wanna get him checked out. “

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[gxvin]

@tvggey ❤ ‘ed for a starter!

“‘ey linds, what do you do when you feel like..like you’re keepin’ a secret from everyone.” his brows furrowed, an uncommon seriousness creeping into his tone. “like, i don’t wanna push my luck, though. so is it just better to keep some shit quiet?”

[ladbred-blog]

“next time?” any potential protestations stilled as slight arch in one’s brow presented, somewhat perplexed by the addition. was it an error or had the kiss been decent enough to warrant some kind of repetition? given his preference for the more intimacies that required less clothing, he had felt a sense of pride. no woman had complained about his skills in the more scandalous areas of relationships, but no woman had been given the pleasure of his lips upon theirs. it was a tradition reserved for those who deserved it, those whom michael felt something for. “are you saying you want to kiss me again, tuggey?”

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[fakesqueen-a-blog]

“weird, isn’t it? being in control of it all.” azure hues scanned the skyline as frame pressed into the barrier that contained the apartment’s balcony. head canted, slight smile present on one’s lips as though in an attempt to provide some resemblance of empathy. “you know for what it’s worth, you deserve to be the leader of the crew. let the critics say all those nasty things, you have my complete confidence.” 

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[fakesqueen-a-blog]

CHARACTER AESTHETICS (3/?): @tvggey.

[mxkhael-blog]

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         "Lindsay!"          Shirt half way above his head, sweat clung onto the garment as Michael pried it off of his body, frowning at Lindsay.          "Fucking knock next time. What'd want, Linds?" Michael threw the shirt off to the side, crossing his arms.

[mxkhael-blog]

         @tvggey​

         Every heists had its injuries. This one seemed to be one of the lesser ones—a few scrapes and grazes. Nothing they couldn't manage. Yet, Michael was the one who had gotten the short end of the stick. And as soon as they had gotten to the penthouse, Geoff had called for Lindsay to help patch up Michael's more severe injuries.          Glass from a window had sliced down Michael's arm, deep enough that he needed stitches. That's where Lindsay's job came in. Not to mention the new burns on the back of his neck and upper back from an explosion that had been too close. "It was like an action movie," Michael recalled Gavin exclaiming, but still, they were second degree and hurt like fucking hell.          Sitting on the toilet in one of their bathrooms, Michael was straddling it and waiting for Lindsay to come help. He rested his arms on the back of the toilet, scrolling on his phone in boredom, doing his best to ignore (badly) the searing of the burns on his body. At least he was already shirtless.

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