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4/21 blaze it sorry i’m late, was at church yesterday

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studyofsix:

  ❛   Oh. I don’t. I don’t drink iced coffee often, so that shouldn’t be an issue. But when I do, I’m partial to the iced lattes.   ❜   Where’s the ‘wheel’? Six can’t find a wheel anywhere in sight. Must be one of those expressions that isn’t literal.

      “Lemme guess. Rocky road? Nah -- I got you down as either French vanilla or cookie dough. But he makes ‘em all with dark roast and not enough sugar. Tastes like ass.”

       That’s another of those expressions that isn’t literal, by the way.

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studyofsix.

      “Hey -- whatever you do, don’t order an iced coffee. New guy’s asleep at the wheel and I can guarantee he’s gonna get it wrong. You’ve been warned.”

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dieerstetraumer:

(☾☆) — ❝I’ll take it to the grave.❞ After receiving the drink she takes a moment to simply admire it. Much to her delight, it was just as pretty as she remembered it to be. Rosemary will only take a modest drink before placing it back down on the table. ❝You’ve been a real sweetie Wyatt. I’d buy you a drink if I could.❞

       At least she’s being a good sport, right? For the record, he doesn’t make a habit of giving away free drinks, but she did almost fall trying to carry a box he should’ve already moved to the stock room. “Don’t think on it, love. I’d pour one for meself, if it wouldn’t result in catchin’ an earful from my boss for drinkin’ on the job without express permission.”

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inbredchild:

    “Never been a goal of mine to find information sooner rather than la-ter. I’m more ‘a here-and-now type.”

      “I think you must’ve skipped right over the part where that’s got fuck-all to do with me.”

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like for a starter :\

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bae and i went to see unfriended but couldn’t even enjoy a second of it because the theater was full of dumbass teenagers who DID NOT STOP TALKING throughout the entire film. this one bitch behind me got on her phone twice, kept putting her ugly-ass boots up on my chair, didn’t close her mouth once for the duration, and then actually had the audacity to complain that OTHER PEOPLE were being too loud. lmao. :\

if i pay 11 dollars to see a fucking movie, i want to see the fucking movie. did i pay 11 dollars to listen to you run your goddamn mouth for an hour and a half???? no??? then shUT THE FUCK UP. like honestly this kind of behavior is embarrassing and ridiculous and i don’t ?? gET IT ???

HAVE A LITTLE RESPECT FOR PEOPLE WHO PAID MONEY TO SEE THIS SHIT????!!!/1!!?

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inbredchild:

    “ O o h .        Saucy.         You got any other hidden talents I should know about?”

      “That you should know about -- ? Fuck no.”

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inbredchild:

    "Roads ain’t safe this time of night, ‘ya know. Losta strangers out right about now.       Could, uh— find 'yaself in loads 'a peculiar predicaments.“

      “Yeah? I’m shocked, considering the population here’s north of two million.”

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"you’ll understand when you’re older"

i am older and i understand absolutely nothing

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#i actually understand less

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alignment: chaotic gay

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dieerstetraumer:

(☾☆) — ❝Well, it’s actually Rosemary but my sis’ calls me Rosie and it sorta stuck.❞ She hums while she thinks for a moment. ❝I think, I’d like a Paloma. That one has the prettiest color if you ask me.❞ Honestly, that is where her priorities were.

      “Rosemary. I like it.” That said, he sets about salting the rim of a highball glass and filling it with ice before pulling a bottle of tequila from the shelf behind him. A little grapefruit Fresca, a lime wedge for the garnish, and he slides it across the bar towards her. “Bottoms up. Keep this between us, yeah? Otherwise it’s comin’ outta my tips.”

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dieerstetraumer:

(☾☆) — Rosemary hardly did anything, at least not enough to warrant a reward. Maybe it was the thought that counted. ❝Well, I’ve never been one to turn down a free drink. Thank you. I’m Rosie by the way.❞

      “Wyatt. You’re very welcome. I went to school with a Rosie when I was a nipper.” He steps over another couple of boxes and circles around behind the bar, leaning against the counter, prompting her with a raised brow. “What’ll you 'ave, then?”

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dieerstetraumer:

(☾☆) — ❝No, I’m sorry.❞ She appears disheartened, but that is only because she felt useless. However she thinks it is better that he took the boxes, considering she would only create more work for him if she dropped it. ❝Is there anything else I could do to help?❞

      “No trouble, darlin’.” He’d be in for a verbal ass-kicking if Kai found out he was getting potential customers to do his job, anyway. “Think I’ve got it covered from ‘ere. How ‘bout I pour you a drink for your efforts? It’s on the house -- least I can do.”

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yourimpulse:

      “Wyatt,” doesn’t come out as firm as she intended, tapers off with a short breath there at the end. Saffron had every intention of stopping him, of explaining that what happened between them was a one time thing and to just forget it — but the subconscious desire for intimacy we talked about earlier seems more important than adhering to the limitations set forth and enforced by Veronica Mendoza. 

      Reciprocating is easier than it should be. Her frame presses flush to his, eyes fluttering closed, and she encourages his touch; the open-mouthed kisses left on her skin and the hand at her thigh ignites a fire in her veins, the pit of her stomach, her thighs and what’s in between.

      She doesn’t want gentle. She wants a strong grip, wants his mark, arm around her waist, hand at the back of her neck when — if — he fucks her.

       Veronica only ever had one rule: don’t fuck her friends. It was never an issue before now; there was no overlap, no reason to mess with the balance of their arrangement, mostly because her friends weren’t his friends. Except for Saffron. But that is the exception, isn’t it -- ? Wasn’t she his friend first? Does he care that much about the consequences?

       Judging by the way he’s touching her, all signs point to a resounding no. There’s nothing on his mind but the way her skin feels under his hands, his mouth; no greater concern other than pulling her closer with a slight arch of his hips, palm ascending from her back to the nape of her neck when he kisses her. It’s different this time, without alcohol on his tongue -- all the more reason to bite at her lower lip, sucking, tasting, pushing the boundaries of what she’ll allow and testing to see just how far they’re both willing to go.