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Jack Off Jill // Poor Impulse Control

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stimpistol·:

the soft wrinkles on his face bend and shift as he smiles, offering a ( PLATONIC ) hand to the brazilian- a peace offering, if you will .

“ how about I make some hot cocoa ? and something else relating to the upcoming holidays ? although I do not celebrate christmas , the ambience is helpful to cheer one up . “

there    is    perhaps    nothing    more    tender    than    a    steaming    mug    of    hot    cocoa    ,    and    caveira    is    well    aware    of    such    .    r    e    l    u    c    t    a    n    t    l    y    ,    she    firmly    grips    his    hand    —    and    shakes    .

❝    fine    ,    ❞    she    barks    haphazardously    .    ❝    just    for    the    holidays    .    ❞

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my muse list leaked

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The Mountain Goats, Amy aka Spent Gladiator 1

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#𝙻𝚄𝙸𝚂𝙽    :    private    𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖆    '    𝖈𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖆    '    𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖆    of     ᵗᵒᵐ    ᶜˡᵃᶰᶜʸ'ˢ    rainbow    six    siege    .    HEAVILY    headcanon    -    based     :    a    𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗    on     FEMALE    HYSTERIA    ,    childhood    trauma    ,    MENTAL    ILLNESS     ,    ⅋.    beauty    is    terror    .    mature    and    triggering    themes    aplenty    .     𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑅𝑂𝐺𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐷    by    eden   [     ˢʰᵉ/ʰᵉʳ    &.    ¹⁸⁺    ]    .

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codenamelion·:

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❛  it’s  rien ,  it’s  a  tiny  little  inconvenience .  ❜

❝    that's    where    you    are    mistaken    ,    SHITHEAD    .    ❞    arms    are    crossed    T    I    G    H    T    L    Y    against    her    chest    .    ❝    losing    my    beret    is    not    a    fucking    tiny    little    inconvenience    .    ❞

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stimpistol·:

ah.. she responded .

gustave folded his hands in his lap && continued to look towards the skull-painted woman. although he knows she usually spared any details about her personal life, he does not blame her for letting this one slip .

“ I would tell you there are more fish in the sea- but I believe that is not what you want to hear.. ”

“ my doors are always open if you need to hide somewhere from Harry  .”

her    expression    was    hard    .    she    𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚜    herself    to    the    conception    of    the    breakup    ,    if    only    to    offset    the    raging    beast    within    that's    a    n    g    u    i    s    h    e    d    by    yet    another    loss    in    her    life    .    𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓    .    it    was    all    bullshit    .

but    that    was    no    fault    of    his    ,    and    caveira    knew    such    a    thing    .

❝    whatever    .    she    told    me    it    was    too    d    i    f    f    i    c    u    l    t    to    upkeep    our    relationship    while    she's    back    in    brazil    and    i'm    .    .    .    doing    this    .    ❞

she    is    tired    of    sacrificing    for    the    sake    of    team    rainbow    —    but    (    WEAPONS    DO    NOT    WEEP    )    .

❝    harry    é    um    corno    .    ❞    her    brow    n    a    r    ro    w    e    d    ,    nonetheless    warmed    by    gustave's    offer    .    ❝    .    .    .    i    appreciate    it    .    ❞

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caveira!!

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new graphics dropping tomorrow mmmmm

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Christa Wolf, tr. by Jan van Heurck, from “Cassandra: A Novel & Four Essays,”

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                                             𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 ˢᵉᵉ your pretty sǝɔɐɟ.

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Euripides, from Medea; tr. by Oliver Taplin

﹙ Text ID: CHORUS LEADER: You would become the wretchedest of women. MEDEA: Then let it be. ﹚

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COP    CAR    /    /    STATIC    HUM

personals    dni.

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stimpistol·:

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“how are you && your amour doing ? ”

she    doesn't    typically    grant    team    rainbow    with    every    inkling    of    her    personal    life    .    it    is    nothing    personal    (    𝐎𝐑    𝐒𝐎    𝐒𝐇𝐄    𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒    )    ,    perhaps    just    a    by    -    product    of    her    neurotic    struggle    with    friendships    .    ah    ,    but    for    once    ,    caveira    does    not    𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥    𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳    doc    .    his    question    comes    from    a    place    of    curiousity    ,    maybe    even    a    place    for    nosiness    ,    but    there    is    no    cold    ego    quelled    within    to    fight    off    his    questionings    in    the    sake    of    p͟r͟i͟v͟a͟c͟y    .

not    today    ,    at    least    .

❛    .    .    .    ❜    a    silence    follows    the    parting    of    her    lips    ,    brow    furrowing    in    resistance    of    her    vulnerability    .    ❛    we    broke    up    .    ❜

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Baby Love | Alastair Reid | 1968

Linda Hayden