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Oh, I was thinking about k i l l i n g myself. DON'T YOU MIND? I love you. . . don't you mind? don't you mind

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Timothy was always known by their teachers as being a slightly clumsy child, constantly bumping and running into things. The bruises and scratches were what to be expected as an eight year old in primary school. Running on the playground or at their houses were what Ms. Lana expected, the occasional booboo wasn’t the problem.

She always expected that there was something off about Timothy, something that was so close to being discovered by her, but she could never find the true answer to any hypotheses she had. Their barely there smiles and the way their clothing was either too tight or too loose hardly helped sooth her worries, contemplating if she should tell an administrator. 

Ms. Lana’s worse fears were confirmed one day when Timothy came to school in the same outfit as the day before - hair tousled and small frame shaking - with tears in their eyes. Before she could think, she rushed over to the small child, bringing them into her arms. “Timmy, are you alright?” She asked, knowing the answer but trying to allow them to speak for themself.

“Yes, I just fell down the stairs,” they got out between small sobs. She didn’t believe their story at all, but still collected them in her arms. For the rest of the day they remained with her, eating lunch with her and doing their worksheets as close to her desk as she could allow. She wanted to keep an eye on them, to protect the small child that couldn’t do it themself. 

The next day Ms. Lana found out that Timothy was withdrawn from the school and it was her time to feel close to tears. She would never know what happened to them, but they never forgot about her. Even if she only played a minuscule part in their life.

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“I was on an episode of Cops once.”

Timothy didn’t know how they ended up rubbing tanning lotion on some man’s back - Spencer, their brain supplied - but it wasn’t the worst way to spend the hour or so because they were meeting up with Emilia. It also helped the man was attractive, regardless of how vain the statement might have sounded. The entire situation was strange nonetheless and they weren’t completely sure they agreed fully to doing it.

“I was on an episode of Cops once,” rang in the air, sparking yet another conversation that Timothy hardly wanted to be apart of.

“Don’t press your luck. Be thankful I am doing this for you,” they said, making sure to press harder into the man’s back to make sure he felt a slight jolt of pain. Fiji truly was an odd place.

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“… Why are your hands down your pants?”

“I’m touching myself,” they deadpanned, sarcasm lacing their words as they finished adjusting themself. “I have a dick, it is quite surprising I know. Sometimes it gets uncomfortable. Dick wedgies as I like to call them.” Putting their hands out from their pants, they sent her a glance. “I can’t help it.”

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“We’ve already tried this.

“Don’t tell me what does and doesn’t work,” they snapped, rolling their eyes as they continued to fiddle with the lock to the closed liquor store. “You wanted booze so we are getting some from this forsaken place,” was mumbled under their breath. The night was far too long and they knew they were mostly wasting their time at this point. But, hey, one night without any money in their pocket wasn’t the worst.

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“I saw your browser history.”

“Sex is much harder to come by when you’re surrounded by the same faces constantly. Sometimes the only way to be satisfied is your hand. Also, sex games sometimes are funny to watch. Shitty animation when it’s a flash game on Newgrounds are quite comical.”

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“You never go ass to mouth.”

Timothy raised an eyebrow at the girl’s words, shrugging them off as quickly as they were spoken. With a small smirk, they looked over at her. “I have to say, that is bullshit.” They didn’t bother adding more than that, simply going to find their finger nails far more interested than the conversation completely. Far more people than she would ever know liked their asses eaten out, men and women alike, but there was no reason to admit that to her.

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Hello lovies and welcome to your first Muse Monday at Lansdale Academy ! Here at Lansdale we promote character development and ways to get everyone interacting! With that being said, muse posts, memes, meme games, random questions are all encouraged through inboxes of those participating which we really hope everyone will! Below, we have a list of phrases to send to someone’s inbox in which they would reply to the following sentences ! This is just to give you a small jump start if you don’t have meme games or don’t know what to ask characters! You do the following off anon so their responses are even funny in character ! Feel free to post memes or anything else of your wishes! You just have a whole day worth of doing them!

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I thought I’d met you once or twice. But that was just because the dabs were nice and opening up my mind.

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Timothy sighed as once again the familiar number flashed on their screen. This was the last time they gave a john their phone number. Frustrated, they decided to take the call. “What do you want?” They asked, not being able to keep the annoyed tone from their voice. At the man on the other end’s proposition, they scoffed. “You want to fly all the way to Fiji just for me? Your wife and kids would surely love another business trip that you have to take. But hey, business is business. I don’t give a shit what you do, okay? Just stop calling me every five minutes, I hardly get service here anyways. Bye.” Hanging up the phone abruptly, they rolled their eyes. When they saw someone near them, they scowled. “What’s your problem?”

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the blonde was more than happy to finally be off the plane, her feet in the sand. although she knew she was being forced to work while here, she was treating it more like a vacation thus far. as soon as they landed she ditched the welcoming party and headed straight to the beach, joint in pocket and drink in hand. she sat down near the water and lit up, taking a deep drag before exhaling, letting the smoke drift in the wind. footsteps could be heard behind her and she took a deep breath, hoping it wasn’t someone from the staff coming to yell at her. “i don’t know about you,” she started, “but there is nothing better than a joint on a beach with a bottle of tequila hidden in your refillable water bottle.” she said, taking another drag as she let out a small chuckle. “and not a single paparazzi in sight. we’re living the life, my friend.” 

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Timothy had never really been to a beach before, so once they managed to find what it was all about, they were pretty underwhelmed. It was far too much sand that continued to find it’s way into their sandals and sticking to their legs. Finding Lucy on the beach, it was a slight relief to have a familiar face to bitch with about their horrible discover. As they approached, they smelt the familiar smell of pot, an amused smile playing on their lips as they took a seat next to her. “Don’t even know how you managed to smuggle tequila in. I wouldn’t dare try to hide any liquids on a plan, too risky,” they said, opening their chap stick tube before allowing some of the familiar white powder to lay on the side of their hand. “You say no paparazzi until back in civilization The Sun has already posted about you and a handsome, beautiful mystery person were doing drugs on the beach,” they mused, closing one nostril to snort the hastily made line.

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“You’re in my sun-” She grumbled as she looked up through dark sunglasses from the magazine she held in her hand. The sun was beating down harshly onto the towel where she laid stretched out hoping to get some sun. “You can move. Thanks.”

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Timothy snorted at Amelia’s retort, shrugging their shoulders. “You try finding signal in this place, then,” they commented, lifting their phone up in the air  as if that would someone manage to get them at least one bar. “When they said Fiji, I thought they meant a beach side city, not the middle of no where. I have to build fucking schools. You wanna know how hard that is for someone who never lifts anything?” they sighed.

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hello!! sorry for being away for so long, it was just work that had really taken a toll on me - curse the night shift - but i am back with a vengeance because nobody can stop me!! anyways, i am going to be replying to starters in the tag and posting my own, but all previous interactions will be dropped unless y’all wanna keep them up!!

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Matty backstage at Rock in Roma 7.13.16 [x]

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Timothy smirked as they were hearing her approval, not being able to stop the laughter that filled their chest as she moaned too loud for the small bathroom they were stationed in. “Hey, you gotta be quiet for this to work, love,” they said, slowly removing her underwear to her knees so they would have better access. “Are you a virgin?” They asked, not expecting an answer entirely as they moved back to licking at her clit, running their tongue down to her vagina; as they went between their tongue working its way into her vagina and licking hard and long strides on her clit. “I wish I had a condom to fuck you with, but I didn’t even think to put one in my pocket before leaving my seat. I’ll live with just getting you off, though,” they said, kissing her hips gently before moving back to her pussy, loving the taste of her on their tongue. Their own hand not on her thigh went to rub themself from the outside of their jeans. As the friction soon became close to nothing to getting them closer, they unbuttoned their jeans before pulling them down enough to get their cock, stroking it a few times before they went back to paying attention to her.

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this must be my dream / the 1975