reckless mistake.

i'm a hold my cards close, i'm a wreck what you love most, i'm a first-class let down, i'm a shut UP sit DOWN.

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          ❛     jus thought it’d be fair to give ya warnin’ ,  i might steal her away . ❜

              ‘   that don’t make ya’ a friend of mine , sweetheart . that’s my sister , y’don’t hurt her so i let her stay with ya’ but ain’t no stealin’ allowed . understand that ?   ‘

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gotta go ! for a little while, starters to e done soon. keep liKING

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+ wreathsofeden .

                ‘  y’know she told me i had t’meet ya’.  ‘

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wants this blog active again. ok. like for a starter.

[panicatthesocialgathering]

“This time I feel like I hit my stride in terms of my confidence for songwriting, and production. I like being able to keep it exciting for me, surprising myself in certain aspects of songwriting and producing, so this time around I’m most proud of this record.”

[quotethat]

Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of thunder. My life is a storm.

Anita Krizzan (via madeofwildfire)

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       i just love zanedris ok

[okmdq]

*wears an oversized leather jacket and messy hair* *leans up against some walls*

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+ & ghoulardii * ]

                 ‘  becca told me about ya’. and i don’t like the look of ya’, what’ve ya’ been tellin’ her?  ‘ zane seems to think the ghoul is a BAD INFLUENCE. funny that he is so painfully unaware h himself is one as well. does rudi even know who he is ??

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& ??? * ]

     She looked up from her notebook,      eyebrows raised in a subtle manner

             ”You’re the first to ask that around here…”

                       At least someone had the common courtesy.                        However due  to her profuse exposure to artists                        and their ( c h e a p ) cigarettes, she might as well                        have been a smoker herself.

                                   ”        it’s no problem.”

                         what can he say ? he’s been trying to be a gentleman as of late ; to turn razor-wired tongue into silk. trying to coax the bruises and scabs from his knuckles. it isn’t turning out very well. he’ll take another long drag, settling a bit closer.

                                                    ‘                what are ya’ writin’?  ‘

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+ ??? * ]

       she’s like most girls, sometimes;  it doesn’t take much at all —— a knock, a bit of a bump. some weight half-heartedly being thrown about  —-.  to effectively put her off balance. if it weren’t for the  coil of large hands happening to her rescue so promptly, the girl would have undoubtedly fallen backwards.  right onto her bottom, even.  but it just isn’t so.   she’s kept well upright, nowhere near the  ground.  however,  her gratitude  is fickle, finding its way forward,  pressing pass her lips in some verbal  fashion .  she thinks,   instead   , of how  he should hadn’t have rushed into her in the first place.        ❛      are you ——-tryin to run me over .  ❜

                          at least, he thinks, that she is a rather pretty stranger to come tumbling on top of. unfortunately he has no time for neither staring nor flirting, he hears the howling wolf pack thundering not too far behind. steel digits rake backwards through sweat-dampened hair as he struggles to concentrate. doesn’t want this INNOCENT woman being questioned and scrambled on top of by  boys worse than himself. how they love to nip and snarl at his heels. he drags her like a ragdoll from the filthy sidewalk, off into an even filthier alleyway.

                        ‘   i ain’t !!   just hush for a second, sweet’eart, i got rats on my tail. shh,  ‘ perhaps she’ll recognize the curl of his voice. the quirk of his lips. although, the little sparrow that is his  beloved sister reigns in rainclouds while his kingdom are the streets. the difference between them is mighty and painful. but he’s been WONDERING where the girl has been running off to.

[annaxiin-deactivated20180808]

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dangerous hands, dangerous minds

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          + idrxs

            zane heard her cries all the way from his bedroom. bare feet thunder on hardwood floors as he scrambles for B O S S ' S room. this is part of his job too, right? he nearly falls in, silver eyes gone wide at the sight of the tiny sweat-drenched woman. ( someone so terrifying has nightmares? ) ‘  idris ??   ‘ he reaches out, catching her am as gently as possible to END her writhing. ‘  wake up, idris! It's just a NIGHTMARE!     ‘ ( he'll be quite acquainted with them soon enough. )

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HE HAD PROBABLY DONE THINGS like this before. He probably knew what he was doing, but she’d never asked him (she’d never really wanted to know of the things he did before he had her). Joan was nigh clueless about the way things like this went. She could stop him. Tell him to get off; get away — but that was absolutely not what she wanted. Not at all.

Joan’s hands wandered, pulling the bottom of Zane’s shirt up towards his chest. The thoughts occupying her head, now, were more along the lines of ‘please just kiss me more’.

          “Then … let’s.”

                  many, many times. he is not a pure boy. ( he knows what he's doing, and he knows that he isn't half bad. ) he assumes she's knowledgeable. he assumes that this isn't her first time. ( is it? HE DOESN'T KNOW. ) he doesn't need any encouragement, swift to wrench his own shirt off before getting started on HERS.

                             breaths labored and ragged, he finds himself sprawled limp on top of her. the aches and pains of his bruises are LONG SINCE forgotten, he's focused entirely on her. on the way gooseflesh still trails up and down his skin.  on the way her their warm, damp skin presses beautifully close. he made sure that they stayed quiet enough to keep gabriel asleep. ( he doesn't regret this. not YET. ) he takes a moment, body relaxed against hers before he sits up supporting himself with hands on either side of her head. he's admiring her. don't tell anyone. ‘  oh ... look . there's a blanket on this couch. we don't gotta move.  ‘ whispered breathlessly, he reaches for it, effectively draping it over them both. smirking gently, he reaches to wipe a bead of sweat from her forehead. ‘  .... ya' good?  ‘

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SHE LET HIM TOUCH HER, that time. She never let them get further than some kissing — but eventually, she wanted more. Why not dive in head first? Joan sunk eagerly into his kiss, pushing her mouth against his just as deeply, and drew her fingers along his cheeks.

          ” —— yeah. I do.”

She loved him (otherwise, why would she put up with all his shit?), and if he had stuck around this long (and wasn’t scared off by her KID), he must love her, too.

                       he always wants MORE. ( as most teenage boys do. ) he stands slowly, bringing her up with him, the kiss never breaking. he isn't the kind of person to break kisses for something as trivial as MOVING. one arm hitches around her hips, effectively lifting her to walk on the very tips of her toes before he near carries her out of the cold and into the apartment. 

                   gabriel FORGOTTEN, he can't help but nudge the back of her knees against the couch, skillfully sending them both tumbling onto the cushions. ( is he being forward? yes. he's a forward boy. ) ‘  ...that's...good. i wanna sleep with ya' too,  ‘ it's whispered into her mouth, warm and rich. ( he doesn't plan on stopping. if she wants him too, she'll have to TELL HIM. he's beyond the point of noticing hints. )

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BENDING DOWN, JOAN SET A hand on the boy’s shoulder. She forgave him quickly, but had a hard time forgiving herself for the same things he did, but still — she didn’t feel sorry. She was just hurt. Fights between them were always rough, they were both so put upon … but in the end all she wanted to do was hold him.

          ” — I want to sleep with you.”

He could take that whatever way he wanted, because they were all, in one sense or another, correct.

          “I’ll curl up outside in the cold with ya           if you don’t come inside. I can be just           as stubborn as you, y’know.”

          oh, the edges of his lips just can't HELP but curl upwards at that. he tries to stay angry, but he's just too MISCHIEVOUS. sitting up slowly, he watches her with a drooping smile and big, sad eyes. ‘  ya' wanna sleep with me, eh?  ‘ head tilts and brows raise. ( he isn't thinking about SLUMBER. )

                       for a moment, he says nothing. he stares at her with thick lip caught between his teeth and brows knitted tight. he's thinking. he thinks, and he thinks, and he thinks before leaning forward slowly. there's a moment of hesitation before he takes her arm, dragging her closer just to press his split lips to hers in a kiss that's perhaps just a bit too DEEP. ( what can he say? he wouldn't mind sleeping with her, either. in any sense of the word. IF ONLY FOR A NIGHT, he wouldn't mind. pray that he does not run away. )

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         ❛ it’s fine. ❜ it’s not like he belonged to her. he could do whatever he wanted. it didn’t matter how sad she got when he wasn’t there. that didn’t mean she believed him when he said he was back.

                 ‘  no. it ain't fine. i shoulda' said somethin',  ‘ he should have. that doesn't mean he would have. whenever zane west wants to disappear, he DISAPPEARS. ‘  are ya' okay, mio ?  ‘