‍ ‍ ✙ ‍ 𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙽 。 ࿐

A liar. Don’t split your head over the nomenclature —— not worth it.

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Nothing stray bullets can’t fix.

𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙺𝙰.@SP4C3B1TCH

Crowded in this motherfucker today.

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Nothing more than pomp and circumstance.

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‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ 𝓑𝐀𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀@0FHERWITCH

Not a fan of the mundane?

It's quiet around here, Interesting. .

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‍ ‍ ✙ ‍ 𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙽 。 ࿐@stuckinvain·21 Haz

High and dry? Sounds like a lovely afternoon to me.

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‍ ‍ ✙ ‍ 𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙽 。 ࿐@stuckinvain·20 Haz

Poetic irony is a man like me’s favorite pastime.

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‍ ‍ ✙ ‍ 𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙽 。 ࿐ retweetledi

小鲨鱼@SH4RKJAWS·1 May

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ً@holyaches

it appears i am some abomination.

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⠀ The rhythmic strumming of her legs is briefly interrupted by his questioning tongue. “ That so? Then what are the odds I get lucky tonight? ” he said in half jest, his fingers trailing up and down her thigh. ⠀

“ I prefer to calculate . “ she responded softly before placing her legs on his lap.

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What ever happened to pacing? Baby steps! Work your way up to the cake.

Don't tempt me with cake if you're not going to keep your word.

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Don’t give me so much authority unchecked. I’ll abuse it.

I do anything for a cake!

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⠀ “ Silence and I mix like oil and water. Why bother thinking when you can just act; just do. ” he’d annotate, his whetted gaze yet to pry their attention loose from her neck. ⠀

the woman smiled before chuckling a little bit before turning her face to him . “ I like to think in silence ~ “ she said as she placed her hand underneath her chin and stuck her tounge out in a teasing way .

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@sinoffIesh “ Well aren’t you clever? ” he’d toy, his tone honeyed, low, and full of dry sardonicism. Mercutio’s touch harshens a tad, if only to wring more hurt from her aching heart. “ You’re lying, again. Does admitting the truth hurt you? ”

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If one sweet warrants a kiss, what’ll you do in exchange for a cake, for instance?

Oh? I wanna know.

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⠀ He felt as though he could’ve drowned in her eyes with the sheer amount of focus he allotted it. The huntsman snakes into view, sat awfully close. At first, his legs span their natural width, and shortly thereafter ease into a fold. “ Silence is a good look on you. ” ⠀

she sat on the couch and then she zipped off her shirt . she’d then looked at the man and she playfully rolled her eyes .

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… That’s all? I fear to see what you’d do for something even a hint pricier.

Kit kats.

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⠀ Hopelessly heeding in nature, the man follows her allure on foot——close enough to substitute her own shadow. To himself, Mercutio smirks. ⠀

she placed her gun on the counter and walked off . she huffed .

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@sinoffIesh His svelte fingers first crawl upward, then gently seize the witch’s chin. Slowly, he shifts her face back to his own. “ No, no… no running away this time. ”

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⠀ The whine of cut air amid the firing had drove the heathen into a frenzy, of which he was gladly obliged to further stoke. “ You missed, and I count five shots left. If this is your way of telling me to be patient, then so be it. I’ll behave. ” ⠀