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I may be moving aaron back into a multi. And also quite possibly still using this url for said multi or an entirely new one. I’m not sure yet. But that’s just an update on where my headspace is at re: aaron. Mostly he’s been kept at discord. 

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i highly recommend the person i reblogged this from!

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sometimes i think of how wild it is that tahereh mafi really wrote aaron warner going down on ella sommers before fading to black. further proof he's a feminist.

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@metuant​ out there looking for other husbands  aaron: 

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EDITS ┋ THE ANDERSON-WARNER FAMILY. 

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man, i just realized that aaron’s looks took after most of his mom. his hair. his eyes. the delicate symmetry in them. and all that sharpness, that extra elevation that makes him this mathematically perfect male specimen is just finished or topped off by his dad but through and through its from his mother. but the ironic part is that its adam that looks the most like their dad who he has spent close to nothing but maybe once or twice a week until his mother had died and had presumed dead until unravel me. basically damn adam’s life sucks. 

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nikolaj coster-waldau at zurich film festival via @zurichfilmfestival’s insta story (05/10/2019)

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in other hilarious modern context, aaron really doesnt do sexting, or basically basic flirting / conversatiom through phones and messaging. He tried tinder once and just got bored. He's definitely more of a bar guy who has to assess his partner in person. Although phone sex on the other hand is probably doable. Let him tell you what to do and send him pictures and he'll probably be semi-engaged.

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[text to unfairly perfect inhuman boyfriend]: r u today’s date? bc ur a 10/10 😉🔥😘

( sms . e. sommers ❤️ . sent. ) i don’t understand what that means. five minutes later....( sms . e. sommers ❤️ . sent. ) oh. ( sms . e. sommers ❤️ . sent. ) thank you. 

@metuant .

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me after reading reveal me: I LOVE ALL THE SUPREME KIDS BECAUSE THEY’RE REALLY JUST THE DUMBASS SQUADRON

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Reblog this if your muse is PANSEXUAL!

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@metuant 👀👀

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// love you

I loooveee uuu

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bitch ur grounded

Idek why but ur probably right

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heart skips a beat. Dread creeps over his features in shadows. And he takes much longer than he needed to to answer that question. His thoughts raced over every possibility, making any and all considerations his mind could come up with before setting down the gun he was cleaning and turning around to face her. The harsh lines of dread and consternation disappearing before the chair could even make a swivel and he plants a small smile on his lips. 

     “ That depends, Sweetheart. Are you using it on me? Or the government's prisoners? “  —— @metuant .

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my beautiful lover, he’s a complicated mess: of hidden muscles and sinews that pull the world’s weight; and a skin so smooth his tears roll off it like pearls over marble; my quiet lover, he’s a self-made mystery: of destroyed family portraits and broken glass, i can hear the crunching sound everytime he clenches his gloved hands my broken lover, he’s a system of failing organs and collapsing worlds: of purple galaxies that look a lot like bruises, his father’s beliefs printed on his back like the rawest, reddest form of education of heirlooms that must be kept in secret and eyes like polished serpentine but my lover walks like a general and thinks like a king; ambition shining in those bright green pools like jewels. and i’ll admit: it only took me an eternity to realize i was in love with a tragedy

boys like him are made of wounds and secrets / warner

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Kenji spins around. Yanks the gun out of Warner’s hand. “What the hell is wrong with you, man? I thought we were cool.” “We were,” Warner says icily. “Until you touched my hair.” “You asked me to give you a haircut —” “I said nothing of the sort! I asked you to trim the edges!” “And that’s what I did.” “This,” Warner says, spinning around so I might inspect the damage, “is not trimming the edges, you incompetent moron —” I gasp. The back of Warner’s head is a jagged mess of uneven hair; entire chunks have been buzzed off.