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!! woke up with tummy trouble. going to be late to work. the day begins :’D

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the grown up urge to go to bed at 8:30 cuz you’re not up too much anyways

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oh no i’m sneezin

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might make another charlie day muse.. who is a paranormal investigator… oc… in the universe of what is it called

the frighteners :-)

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James leveled his gaze on the man opposite to him and held his ground. He’d seen this kind of behavior before, and he always tried to reason said person out of it.

“No, I’m a funny doctor who treats cancer. It’s very helpful to be able to make someone laugh when you’re dealing with terminal illnesses,” he tried to meet Kevin’s gaze, then, “…or whatever it is you’re experiencing that’s clearly hurting you.”

“Is this really what you want?” - from James

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"The fuck do you mean by that?" Kevin was immediately on the defensive, giving the man a sharp glare. He didn't need people asking about the state of his existence. Questioning whether or not he was making the right choices, whether of not he was happy...he didn't even ask himself those kinds of things. Certainly not out loud! "Maybe you're the kinda person who second guesses things, but that's not me. I know what I want, and I make it happen. I don't need some doctor telling me otherwise. You're not even on of them funny doctors for people's heads."

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would you like asks..from any of these people? lms if so! :)

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tumblr… why is my post labeled mature….. theres nothing in it… hello?? i didn’t press this button? whatever this place is the garbage little website that can’t 😭

@thxwxlf our muses talking about a hangover is apparently visibly irl mature content ,,,

edit: fixed it,,, weird as heck tho! didn’t select that..

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His eyes find the ceiling but he’s smiling at her. “I’ll be sure to make a lot of extra noise while I’m testing this new capture system for The Doc, then, shall I?”

the parting glass - keki & henry

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Henry smirked, his stomach tying into a tight knot. “No, like… I usually take diazepam for it. It makes me cloudy but less, I dunno…dangerous. You’re telling me you don’t have anything better than that?”

you mean they have to happen? - keki & henry

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you mean they have to happen? - keki & henry

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me seeing my mutuals writing together on my dash and i go OOOOO

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Horace navigated down the road studiously, adjusting his thick-lensed, pixel-based glasses as he went. He could only see a tad every third step—really, he should retire them for the winter. He had never created them to withstand such cold, and the longer he walked, the less they worked.

Every other step, his world would flicker away ahead of his white cane, swiping along the sidewalk, brushing up against garbage bags and the like, and Horace’s stomach would flip uncomfortably, as though missing a step walking down the stairs.

Eliot better be damn happy to see me, he thought. He’d texted, e-mailed, left a voicemail, all to no response, but still—Horace for some reason thought he’d be welcome at his cousin’s place.

He and his mother had left London when he was still young— leaving him with an accent that had him teased by Americans and the English in equal measure, whenever he’d encounter either.

Horace reached down and felt over the card he’d typed with Hugo just last night— Eliot’s last known address written in Braille. He double checked it, and asked his phone for the eighth time to navigate there— it insisted he was still going the correct way. In fact, it was on the right. Now? Was it?

Horace’s glasses being ineffective with flat surfaces really was a trouble. But, at least, the street numbers to Eliot’s home were written in low-relief and visible. Horace traced the numbers on the plaque in front of him, raised from the cold metal (of some sort) surface, and huffed a big sigh of relief.

He walked up the steps, mindful of ice and grateful for the crunch of winter salts, and pressed the buzzer to Eliot’s rooms.

a visit for the holidays - eliot & horace

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a visit for the holidays - eliot & horace

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Victor smirks. “Happy to show it to you. Been a while.” Not disagreeing, not complaining. Something in the middle.

Victor walked over to her and slashed her cheek—not deep enough to create a hole into her mouth, but enough to scare her.

What d’you want me to do to her, boss? - Victor

· 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔🔪 ˖ ࣪𓂂 .    "I think I'd like to see some of your handy work. It's been some time. Show me what you've got, Mr. Zsasz."

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officially back from my trip!! i am the sleepiest person there is!!! hoping to wake up some muses & get some replies out, I have very few drafts but owe probably a bunch!! 💕

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i am going!!! on a break! my 2nd meeting, with boss level II, to discuss the meeting earlier today with boss level III, went well also!! but boy howdy do i want to go home and my stomach is AAAAAHHGH

my big meeting i presented went well! i got some horrible vague tasks assigned to me and everything!

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my big meeting i presented went well! i got some horrible vague tasks assigned to me and everything!