all state guy

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He has a 99.99% chance of stealing yo girl

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Never did he ever think he would one day experience actual fear.Sure,he knew what it tasted like.He knew what it smelled like,what it sounded like but never did he think he would know what it felt like.
Drawing in short but deep breaths,he slowly knelt down and reached out to shakily touch the tombstone in front of him.His long slender fingers slowly traced the black cursive writing etched into the hard gray granite stone,your name underneath his touch.
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Rain on Rahoon falls softly,softly falling,where my dark lover lies.
Sad is his voice that calls me,sadly calling at grey moonrise
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With his eyes burning intensely as he glanced over at the ceramic photo of you placed above your name,his fingertips trace over the letters again and again.
“I..I don’t understand.Darling,why would you leave me?” he whimpered as he dropped down to his other knee.His fiery red hair fell flat on his skin as the rain began to fall down harder.The same quick way it began as mist and soon droplets of water,his sadness went from disbelief to inhumane agony.
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Love,hear thou how soft,how sad his voice is ever calling.
Ever unanswered,and the dark rain falling then as now
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Before he knew it,he was pushing the dead autumn leaves around the cold wet ground as if he was looking for something.”You can’t do this to me.You can’t leave me,my darling.Where are you? Give me a sign,any sign,to tell me you’re alright.” he cried out softly as he dug through the muddy earth,hoping that you’d somehow push through the dirt and reach out to him like you did 27 years ago every time you returned to him from your day out.
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Dark too our hearts,O love,shall lie and cold as his sad heart has lain.
Under the moongrey nettles,the black mould
And muttering rai
n.
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He soon gave up and accepted that you were gone.His human,his mate,his love,was gone and was never going to return back to him.You were now somewhere beyond the sky,in between the stars like you said you would be when the day came.As agonizing as this was for him,he knew he had to begin hunting soon and now that he didn’t have you to hold him back on slaughtering everyone he came into contact with,he was going to let every animalistic instinct take over and let everyone in Derry feel the same hell he was going through.

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Nobody asked for... [Part 4]

Cuz @tsume-yuki continued her crossover, so I decided to follow up on mine~

You can find the links to the other parts here.


He didn’t like it. Not one bit.

Another round of giggles echoed from the Moby Dick’s figurehead and Ace felt a tingle down his spine at the sound. Whipping around, he glowered at the pair of women sunning themselves, heads of red and white sitting opposite each other in stark contrast like a chess pieces.

Riskua was doing that talking-with-her-hands thing she does when she gets really into a topic. Ace longed to spend time with her…

Only…

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(M) Room 66

Originally posted by mimyohan09022

Pairing: Reader/Jaebum

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Foreplay - Masturbation - Oral - Orgasm Denial - Handcuffs - Blindfold - Dirty talk(?)


“Meet me at this address tonight… and you’ll see. 5th floor, room 66.”

This was the latest message sent by Jaebum. And there, on the 5th floor, right in front of the room’s door, she wondered why she was in that damn love motel, realizing that “maybe” she had crossed the line when she stated that all guys are selfish about sex, or “maybe” when, in an instant of boldness, she had suggested to make her change her mind. Did she really want to risk it? To ruin such a long friendship for such a thing? They knew eachother from highschool and became really good friends since then. With time, the sexual attraction between the two was more than evident, but nothing ever went beyond a heavy flirting. Till now.

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anonymous asked:

First of all: You can answer to a normal question with a normal answer and not some bitchy passive aggressive gif Second: Why exactly do you demonize a perfectly harmless ship again? Yes they’re both crackships but Freezewald is more logical than Gobblepot since Jim is Straighty McStraight Straight™ and hates Oswald with a passion. Oh and also much more unproblematic than Nygmobblepot, just so you know since THAT is literally the unhealthiest ship ever.

Ohmygod you act like I care

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I haven’t seen any posts about this yet, so…
Can we talk about how in BNHA’s second ending, Deku’s flame, his power, his last and most devastating attack, is literally ALL MIGHT? And how the lyrics during this sequence are “after all, you’re my hero”? And how bad this show is for my heart?

I don’t know how to say this

But I need help. And just getting to the point that I can admit that out loud has been a long, painful journey.

Here’s the situation: my husband has never been a flexible person, hating to have his routines tampered with and throwing fits when they are. He reduced our oldest daughter to a sobbing wreck on Monday with his fury over her accidentally washing a shirt of his in with the load of our stuff. Up until then, most of his rage was directed at me and I could handle it. But I realized, suddenly, what I was allowing to happen, and that my children were suffering.

I told him I wanted him to move out. He refused and locked himself in his bedroom for two days.  He has not spoken to me since Monday. I have no idea what he’s planning or doing, because every attempt I’ve made at contact has been rebuffed with icy silence.

I am disabled, with degenerative disk disease, narrowing of the spinal canal, and scoliosis, as well as severe arthritis and a severed ligament in my left knee. I physically cannot keep a job, since I can’t stay on my feet for more than a few minutes at a time.

My books are beginning to sell, which is wonderful, but they’re nowhere near enough to support myself and four children yet.  I have filed for disability, which I should have done years ago, I know, but I didn’t need it, right?  My husband supported us all, no reason to mess with the system he had in place.

I was raised to never ask for handouts. And I’m crying as I type this because I hate that I have to now. But I’m desperate. Emotionally, our marriage has been over for years, but things are just getting worse. I can’t live with this man and since he won’t leave, then clearly I have to.

I’m asking for help. I hope I never have to again, I wish it wasn’t necessary at all, but I have to break this cycle of abuse, and I can’t do it alone. The shelter in the county is full and we’re low priority anyway because the abuse isn’t physical, which means that the housing authority is our only real hope at the moment, since their rent is based on income and should be something affordable.  Assuming they have an opening.

If you’re still reading, my Paypal is halcymouse@gmail.com.  Any amount will be a help, but if you can donate even just $5, I’ll send you a digital copy of Coffee Cake or Beignets in tears and gratitude. If you can’t donate a penny but will reblog this so others can see it, you also have my gratitude and I will mentally hug you.

Thank you for listening and I’m going to go cry some more now.

Sodapop x Reader Obey

Summary: While playing truth or dare you get dared to do whatever Sodapop wants for the rest of the night. (Smut that includes multiple people. Tim, Dally, Steve, Two-bit and Soda)

You knew going to this party was a bad idea. Hell, you also knew that playing truth or dare was a bad idea. Especially with a bunch of Greasers. You yourself weren’t a Greaser nor were you a Soc, you were just a girl who happened to be at this party, in a room with a bunch of guys.

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I like Riko moriyama. Why? Idk, I understand him, I understand the was he way raised, or the lack of. I can only imagine understanding that because his world is so extreme for introvert me to grasp even the slightest of it.

Riko was alone from his very first time in this world, he was considered a property himself, seeing that he was set a purpose since his birth, had no choice but Exy. So it was trully Exy or death in his case as well. And as humans, we tend to fight against anything controling us. But he was in the world of big guys and big guns, where would he find freedom in a world he had no saying in? He rebelled again his own people. His teammates. If you could not control the big circle, you try to make one of your own and rule it as you please. He ended up crossing every line to reach his goal. Using torture, orders, getting rid of every person that threatened his place (Kevin and Neil), lashing out at weak ones because he saw his family doing it, saw people butchered in front of him at an early age. It became the normal standard.

And if he had a mental issue there riding the family tree, well, I’m not surprised.

@i-ship-it-verymuch my baby friend. I didn’t know you had something against Riko, and we were friends since April and been there for each other since. Love you, but I’ll just add Riko to the list of babies I’m adopting 😄

(PS: this was an anon question a LONG TIME AGO! I’m afraid I was just being lazy for not answering earlier. Sorry dear anon 😘)