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I think my mouth's a little busy, but thanks for offering.
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@xavier--bray
[Mia's]
Do you want tea or anything?
I think my mouth's a little busy, but thanks for offering.
You left your parents to die without you, we’re not talking about Ethan… we’re talking about you and how you were too afraid to go find your parents. A coward, that’s what you are.
No. My parents were assumed dead with I left. If I had of known they were alive I would have stayed. But there was no sign. No bright, shining light telling me that they're alive.
It's an animal's natural instinct to try and stay alive. No matter the odds. So, no matter if you think that I'm a coward or not, it's all in my genetic make up. I was designed to fight for life.
You should have been with them. As their only child you should have been with them.
I was with them. Do you really expect me to search for them alone? To die alone? Even Ethan didn't die alone. With all of the people mourning for him, I can guarantee that much.
Then you should have died.
I was my parents' only child. The only child they could conceive. I couldn't just die.
You just left them? How could you do that?
I had no choice. The survival group was leaving and I would have died too if I had of stayed to look for them throughout the rubble.
It's getting warmer..
Both of her eyes probed curiously over Xavier’s face as he spoke, thinking clearly despite the fuzz all the wine had left in her head. “Thought I should save the kinky stuff for another time. The first kiss should be sweet.” Despite them both being intoxicated, Meg had found the kiss sweet, tempted to lean in for another but restraining herself. Without asking she began to inch forward, working her way into his lap and deeper into the security of his arms. Pressing her forehead against his, a sincere smile spread across her pink lips, her words just above a whisper. “I think you like me mister Bray, I think you like me a lot.” Slowly lifting a hand, Meg traced the outline of his bottom lip with the tip of her fingers. “If you’re asking for my permission, you have it.”
Xavier laughed and rolled his eyes. "Can we save the kinky stuff for when the cameras aren't around. If we're going to do anything, it's going to be for just you and I. Got it?" His eyes watched her lips smile widely and his face mirrored hers with ease. She had crawled into his lap and both of his arms wrapped around her hips and waist. Her small body was warm against his and he wasn't planning on letting her go. Suddenly he hear her soft words and felt her finger along his lower lip. Gently, Xavier opened his mouth slightly and grazed his teeth around her finger for a second. "Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. Maybe it's you who likes me. Who knows?" Xavier smiled and nodded before tilting her head down to his and layering her lips against his once more.
You do? Why?
I left them. I didn't know where they were, but I didn't look for them.
Him? For Ethan? Ethan had a worse mouth than anyone I know… I wouldn’t apologise to him, he’d pat me on the back.
That you’re not the only one… what?
I guess he would. Mouth of a sailor and evidently the soul of Jesus...
I apologize to my parents before I go to bed...
It's getting warmer..
That was.. really nice.
Xavier laughed and shook his head. "I'm actually slightly surprised that you didn't bite my lip or something. Regardless of that fact that you started it." He nuzzled his nose gently against hers and couldn't help but smile at her. Maybe it was in his drunken state, but this was the first time that he didn't mind the cameras being in the house. He was just happy to have his arms around Meg. "Are we ever going to do that again?" Xavier asked quietly. A piece of him - no matter how small - was worried that she's never do it again, unless they were drunk.
Why does that make you feel better?
That it wasn't for my benefit, it wasn't for him, and that I'm not the only one.
I was apologizing to my father, okay? Happy now?
No, but I feel a little bit better that you told me.
That’s none of your business.
You said it in front of me... To my face. You made it my business.
The apology wasn’t aimed at you.
Who was it pointed at then?
Y’know what… excuse my language… but fuck you.
Oh, shit. I almost felt your rage in those words. I was a little too distracted by your politeness though. Want to try again?
Then you are a poor excuse for a man.
At least I'm alive.
It's getting warmer..
It's getting warmer..
It’s not stooping, I enjoy the flattery, it makes me happy. Don’t you want to see me happy? I believe we’re at some sort of impasse. One of us will have to take a step forward or nothing will change. We’ll sober up and return to hating each other, until we once again get drunk. I do value you though. I’m little compared to everyone, not just you. I don’t mind though, a lot of people underestimate me for that reason. Their downfall, not mine. I’d love to drink more than I do, but I can only obtain so much alcohol at once. I don’t like it either, but it’s not going to change. You’re my daily dose of a lot of things. Some bad, though some good. I know a lot about you, but I doubt you’ll admit to much of it.
By the way… I do notice you Xavier, promise.