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[wrong-url-motherfucker]

[jerimobear]

[trevrr-blog1]

hey I definitely can’t write tonight, but if you wanna chat/plot/write hmu on discord

just tell me who you are !!

[youtubesagger]

[contrast]

[trevrr-blog1]

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[01101010-01100100]

if i feel an emotion one more time im gonna snap

[villainte-blog]

bang

[catbuddy-deactivated20161201]

No impulse control, we die like men

[siickangel]

[quadriceps-deactivated20171230]

can a homie get a kiss on the lips

[seafoamsthetic]

                                        𝕌ℙ 𝔸𝕃𝕃 ℕ𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋                                       —————  got demons to FIGHT.

[hackettsquarrycamper]

[trevrr-blog1]

for @devilsitter cont. from x.

                                                 ❛     your tits are a  v e r y  nice  bonus.     ❜

               as if he’s not already in-love with her. she’s sexy,  calls him a good boy,  and she’s really good at killing.  she’s a whole lot of crazy in the only package that trevor would  willingly  let disembowel him.  

               how far into a date    (  they’re on a date,  he doesn’t care what anyone says  )    do you have to be before it becomes appropriate to ask said date to stab you?  

                                   ❛     can I just write ‘ Bee ‘  in big letters under my kink list ?     ❜

after it’s said he makes quick work of retrieving those garden shears,  finds himself fucking running through the house to shove the back door open, too.  he’s never been so happy to be so controlled in his life.

with shears in hand,  trevor books it right back into the bloodied living room,  grin tinged with the unhinged crook it always gets when his skin and clothes are stained in someone else. and to really cement his eagerness to please Bee and  only  Bee he kneels before her,  holding the sheers in his outstretched hands.

                       ❛      I’m your good boy, see,  s e e.         —  I figured  you’d  want to do the honors.     ❜

[trevrr-blog1]

evilwork.

@trevrr liked  for  a  gore  starter.

       a blade is held inches above, and he laughs. he laughs and it’s a heartless noise, if there ever was one.

“ ya know, i don’t like the way yer’ lookin’ at my dear, sweet sister… i already got enough of things to busy m’self with, an’ who’s starin’ all…heh…googly-eyed at my darlin’ gal ain’t one of ‘em! 

one, two, three, four, five. ”

            his gaze is steady on the blade,  ANTICIPATION  coursing through his veins.       ❛     weeeeell,  isn’t that fucking sweet  —  you being all p r o t e c t i v e.     ❜       he’s playing with fire,  he knows that,  but he’s never been one to pass up the chance to be  SLICED  and  DICED.       ❛     you’re right,  though,  I’m  real  fucking  GOOGLY-EYED.  I mean...have you seen her ?     ❜       do it,  do it,  do it.

[todeswalzer-deactivated20230811]

[trevrr-blog1]

cachazo.

        “ Well shit, Trevor! Talk about skipping the middle man! How many sorry motherfuckers you got on your list today? ” He acts like he won’t back him up——it’s quite the opposite.

                  ❛     five,  but  how many  doesn’t matter.            what  matters  is how                                       fast they can die        —       they were NOT nice to me.     ❜