@x1968 said:
"...you can join if you want?"
· 𓂃 ࣪˖🔪 ˖ ࣪𓂂 . "I only like threesomes if I'm the center of everyone's attention." Otherwise he didn't see the point. He'd just get upset or not be into it. Which he doubts was something Domino wanted.
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@x1968 said:
"...you can join if you want?"
· 𓂃 ࣪˖🔪 ˖ ࣪𓂂 . "I only like threesomes if I'm the center of everyone's attention." Otherwise he didn't see the point. He'd just get upset or not be into it. Which he doubts was something Domino wanted.
"I finally met your brother" Erwin started the conversation after lighting Domino's cigarette with his own. A gesture that had followed them since the start. "He's an interesting character".
@x1968
"no. B( stop it. it is-a distracting. <3"
" Well, I wear a mask but I don't know if that'd help or make it worse. "
Shuffle
Song: The Bottom of the River by Delta Rae Playlist: A Bard Goes To War
Humans are pursuit predators.
They can walk and walk and walk, tracking their prey until it just collapsed.
When a human was hunting a human things got a little more complicated.
Jo winced and startled again at the gun fire she could hear in the distance. They had crested a hill and where rapidly racing towards a bridge. If their pursuers crested the same hill Jo and Mr. Bordone would be easily visible.
A bridge.
Water.
"We have to jump!" She shouted to her boss, she tugged on his suit jacket, trying to get him to go towards the water, or atleast under the bridge. "Bullets will frag in nine feet of water or less, right? We get in the water, we swim, they loose us. Come on!"
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"Sweetheart," A hand went to Robicheaux's sunglasses, not yet lowering them, "what did you bury in the GARDEN?"
᯾ What do you think of the rpc on Tumblr? (hello. i dont know if i am allowed to send this in, i was just genuinely curious ;w;)
Questions for Me
Well, obviously I find it to be all right or I wouldn't be here. I have generally enjoyed my time here, which is approaching 10 years now. I don't think I would've believed I'd be here 10 years.
Now having said that, there's been a trend for some years now I've noticed that people are becoming more closed off. A lot of people absolutely are not willing to even attempt to start things. This is not a new problem, but it's definitely a bigger problem now than when I first started. No matter how many followers I've ever had, I don't think there's ever been a time more than 4 or 5 have really been active with me on any one blog. I see posts sometimes about it that look real popular based on the notes, but the actions don't back up the likes and reblogs. At some point, people have to realize this is a two-way street.
@x1968 x
"perfetto. i couldn't find someone willing in such a short time. i appreciate dat. it is-a only for an hour but she needs supervision."
"No problemo! I'm great with kids! We're gonna have so much fun"
@x1968 x
With a groggy mumble, Isabel stirred, barely registering the rocking motion against her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open, but her mind was still tangled in the remnants of a strange dream. Without thinking, she blurted out, "The penguins... they stole my shoes."
For a moment, there was silence, the words hanging in the air as she realised who had woken her. After a few blinks, the pink finally creeped up to her cheeks, sitting up quickly, only to groan at the resistance of her stomach. "Uh, I think I'm gonna be sick" she mumbled, over the edge of the bed, eyes wide as she noticed the empty tub.