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ALRIGHT GUYS. i’m going to apologize immensely for not being here. i’d say i’m going to try and be on here more, but at the moment muse for lucius is difficult to grasp. if you guys still want to do things with me, you can find me over at these two boys that i’ve been on. or if you want, like this and i’ll give you my discord so we can do things. sorry again i haven’t been on. i probably will be back eventually.

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sorry i haven’t been online lately. i needed a few days since i’ve been horribly insecure about things and my state of mind was gross. but i’m good now. gonna try and be on again

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periodiic:

                     ‘ the difference between natural beauty and the strategic collecting                       and organization of flora isn’t meant to be a competition. it’s more–                       an opportunity to admire each for being their own individual existence.                        i’m sure you can appreciate that, right ? ‘ still, there was no denying                        the fact that his garden was a marvel to behold. brian’s lawn care                        might be one thing, but it could never compete with this. 

           ‘ i can. there’s beauty in just about anything if you look at it right. wilderness has a beauty just as order here does... this is just unlike anything i’ve seen outside of professionally laid parks or public gardens. ’ it was more than lucius himself could ever do, though he knew he lacked the green thumb for it.

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"Do you think that's why i can't get a date?" (Obvs im gonna send one of the spencer quotes...)

            “HONEY, the only reason you can’t get a date is because people don’t understand all of the charms you have. Don’t put your faith or time in those that aren’t worth it, either doing or thinking anything about it. You’re a very desirable man.”

@eidetic187 | criminal minds starters

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regretmade:

               GOD, HE IS STILL NOT used to those three words at all — and you can tell by the way his features twist into an almost bashful, boyish grin, casting his gaze downward. Thank fuck he put his shades on before leaving the house — they help to hide the threat of red, the scarlet blush creeping beneath the smooth skin of tan cheeks. “Don’t get tellin’ anyone. Not that they’d probably believe you on the softy front.” He muses, leans so he can kiss Lucius back, the brief locking of lips tender as a hand slides to rest gingerly at the other man’s hip. “I do. But I never get tired of hearin’ it. And you know… I love you too, right?” A couple years back, he wouldn’t have even been capable of a sentence like that. But a lot can change with the right person.

              THAT GRIN IS GORGEOUS and it’s something that Lucius knows isn’t often given. It’s innocent in a way the man is but refuses to show and he can’t help fall in love with him every time he sees it. Only Mary would believe him on the softy front, but she knew Robert well enough to say ‘No shit, Sherlock’ if he spread the rumor. Not that he wanted anyone else to see this side of him as well. It was special. He felt special. The smile keeps to his lips as they kiss, humming softly to the words that follow as his arms wrap around Robert’s waist. “I know. No way I’d ever doubt it or think otherwise.”

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regretmade:

                “HMMM… YOU’RE GIVIN’ ME IDEAS.” Lethargic laughter filters from the back of his throat; he feels his lips twitch into a wide smile, calloused hands roaming across Lucius’ back, rubbing over his spine gently, Robert tilting his head in order to nuzzle his nose against the other man’s hair. “Maybe in a little bit,” He finds himself murmuring, “This is… nice.” Too good for him to want to budge a single muscle. This is a rarity in itself; the closeness, the peace and quiet, a sense of tranquillity; a lack of  real noise bar the chirping of birds and the light breeze rustling through leaves dappling sunlight. No crowds of people to avoid or grunt a response to — as much as Robert can respect Joseph enough to attend the barbecues he hosts, he’d sooner be in favour for something like this any day. Just spending some good old fashioned lazy time with the person he cares most about. 

                   He’s quiet for a little while. Says nothing, only listens to the sounds of the garden and the rest of the cul-de-sac. Faintly on the wind he can hear typical park sounds: he wonders if their neighbours, the likes of Brian and Daisy or Mary and her brood, have gone for a walk through the park and a play on all that apparatus. Certainly sounds that way, soft as it is. Robert sighs, content, one palm coming to rest on the small of Lucius’ back. “When’s Amanda due home?” His question breaks the silence, but he’s genuinely curious; a part of him misses the days when Val was younger, when they were closer. Perhaps a little bit of him envies what Lucius has with his child, but not in a bad way, he’s not eaten up with jealousy. If anything, everything about being with him, each second, is inspiring him to better himself.

               THIS IS NICE. There is no way he can argue with that. Though his yoga has relaxed him on a good many occasion, this is a different brand of relaxation. The touches to his back make him hum as he rests against Robert’s chest, his eyes closed as he listens to the man’s breathing. There’s nothing he needs to focus on at the moment, feeling the way the other’s chest moved with every breath he took. They would have to take a shower at some point, and what he offered is a good idea. But it could wait. They weren’t in any rush.

               The question comes and he almost groans. He had forgotten about Amanda, his daughter out for most of the day to go wherever she wanted. Lucius knew that she lied to him about her destination more often than not. But he knew she would be back around dinner time, seeing as she hadn’t messaged him that she’d be staying out later. Then again he should check his phone. Shrugging a shoulder, Lucius pulls back from Robert and stretches his back a little, still sitting in the man’s lap though sitting upright now. “Around dinner time. Not too soon, but I think we should move a little unless you want her to find us like this hours later.” He smirks a little, leaning in to give Robert a kiss.

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eidetic187:

        { ♜ } “I - I just, ah…I was curious?? You - You seem to enjoy wearing them quite a bit, despite the fact that you’re already tall, so I just…I wanted to see what was so special about them.”

             “What’s special about them is how they make me feel. How they can make you feel, too. Some people wear heels for height -- and to some extent, I do that too. But I’m comfortable in them and the right heels can make me feel sexy.”

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lightoflucien:

“You had a tattoo? Cool. Less cool though is you sound just like my teacher. Why would I regret it when I’m older? It’s just a series of numbers. It’s not like I got a dick tattooed onto my face or anything.”

“I have another tattoo, completely unlike the one I got rid of. And no, you didn’t. But unless you go into a lucrative business where no one cares, it’s gonna be hard to taken seriously. That number is something people get nervous about.”

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jumbledwords:

                    holy  shit.  holy  shit.  HOLY  SHIT.  his  brain  shuts  down  entirely.  no  thought  lasts  more  than  a  few  seconds,  zipping  out  before  he  can  even  begin  to  process  them.  what.  what.  it’s  barely  a  brush  of  lips,  definitely  not  anything  that  could  be  described  as  a  kiss.  and  yet–  and  yet–

❛  that–  that’d  be–  ❜  forward,  he  thinks.  this  is  very  forward.  he  is  very  forward.  brown  eyes  skitter  over  to  where  joseph  and  a  customer  are  pointedly  Not  Looking.  ❛  it’s  not  the  best  place,  no.  they  tend  to  get–  weird.  i’d  like  that,  though.  coffee.  sometime.  it’d  be–  nice.  ❜ they’re  still  holding  hands,  he  realizes.  he  looks  down  at  their  linked  hands,  loosens  his  grip  but  doesn’t  truly  pull  away. 

               he’s terrible. he’s a tease and lucius himself knows that. it’s a part of the fun and games for him when he meets someone he thinks is interested. though he should ease up on the man as he is somewhat new to town -- but he can’t stop himself the more they talk, the more he can fluster him.

lucius doesn’t need to look towards the youth pastor to know that he’s making a point to ignore them. it’s what everyone around them is probably doing anyway. his attention stays towards laurence, however, looking down to their hands as the grip loosens slightly. ❝ great. ❞ smiling, he looks around for a pen and pulls his hand away to snatch one a little down along the table. a napkin is grabbed along with it and he writes down his phone number before sliding to to laurence. ❝ you can text me or call me whenever you’ve got free time. ❞

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sorry i wasn’t on today. my weekends are usually the busiest for me. i’m going to try and do some drafts tonight but i make no promises. i wasn’t feeling the best today and i’m just starting to feel better.

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✧ ( CRIMINAL  MINDS  SENTENCE  STARTERS.

warning:  death, murder, loss mention. change pronouns to your liking/as you see fit!

❛ Are you a genius or something? ❜ ❛ You look too young to have gotten into medical school. ❜ ❛ When you look long into an abyss, the abyss looks into you. ❜ ❛ Imagination is more important than knowledge. ❜ ❛ Knowledge is limited; imagination encircles the world. ❜ ❛ Your girlfriend thinks you’re going to break up with her.  ❜ ❛ I was a little bit of a nerd. Is that so surprising? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’s weird that I knew that ballad? ❜ ❛ Do you think that’s why I can’t get a date? ❜ ❛ We’re looking for a needle in a haystack. ❜ ❛ I got a list of things I want to try before it’s too late. ❜ ❛ What is food to one, is to others bitter poison. ❜ ❛ Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. ❜ ❛ If I told you that, what would I have left for myself? ❜ ❛ It is those we live with and love, and should know, who elude us. ❜ ❛ What could you possibly learn that you don’t already know? ❜ ❛ In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years. ❜ ❛ I have other options besides shooting a man. ❜ ❛ The test of the morality of a society is what it does for its children. ❜ ❛ Do you ever ask yourself how you make a decision like that? ❜ ❛ What’s happened to that boy in the year I stopped looking for him? ❜ ❛ I mean, how do you give yourself that kind of permission? ❜ ❛ A year ago, I gave up on looking for him – there were so many other kids. ❜ ❛ Look, I know this job is important to you, but we’re important, too. ❜ ❛ That makes it sound like the bandit’s doing the stripping. ❜ ❛ Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of overcoming it. ❜ ❛ You tend to forget, don’t you? ❜ ❛ You really are afraid of the dark. ❜ ❛ It’s not so important who starts the game, but who finishes it. ❜ ❛ It’s not really the kind of thing that happens around here, you know? ❜ ❛ Ever talk to someone who wants to continually show you he’s smarter than you?  ❜ ❛ If men could only know each other, they would neither idolize nor hate. ❜ ❛ In order to learn the important lessons in life, one must each day surmount to fear. ❜ ❛ What if it’s not? What if next time he kills somebody? ❜ ❛ All secrets are deep. All secrets become dark. That’s in the nature of secrets. ❜ ❛ We all have secrets. Would you want us profiling you? ❜ ❛ We all have secrets. ❜ ❛ You trying to say something to me right now. ❜ ❛ Only if you’re hiding something. ❜ ❛ Are you saying I had nothing to do with making you who you are? ❜ ❛ To get away with murder, you simply don’t tell anyone. ❜ ❛ Call me first. I’d love to pick your brains. ❜ ❛ My hope is that one day you’ll feel the way I do too. ❜ ❛ If I ever find myself feeling the way you do, I’ll kill myself. ❜ ❛ Tired of people using religion… to justify the terrible things they do. ❜ ❛ Fantasy abandoned by reason produces impossible monsters. ❜ ❛ An earthly kingdom cannot exist without inequality of persons. ❜ ❛ It is a wise father who knows his own child. ❜ ❛ Within the core of each of us is the child we once were. ❜ ❛ If we knew each other’s secrets, what comforts we should find. ❜ ❛ There are no secrets better kept than the secrets that everybody guesses. ❜ ❛ Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it. ❜ ❛ I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can’t touch with decay. ❜ ❛ Let us consider that we are all insane. It will explain us to each other. ❜ ❛ Cleanliness becomes more important when godliness is unlikely. ❜ ❛ Delay is the deadliest form of denial. ❜ ❛ The strength of a family, like the strength of an army, is in its loyalty to each other. ❜ ❛ In youth we learn; in age we understand. ❜ ❛ Fate is not satisfied with inflicting one calamity. ❜ ❛ We all live in a house on fire. No fire department to call, no way out. ❜ ❛ Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes they win. ❜ ❛ To lose a child is to lose a piece of yourself. ❜ ❛ How many more times will they be able to look into the abyss? ❜ ❛ Sometimes there are no words, no clever quotes to neatly sum up what’s happened that day. ❜ ❛ There is no lasting hope in violence, only temporary relief from hopelessness. ❜ ❛ I’m so sorry for your loss. And if you or your son need anything… ❜ ❛ Life is a game; play it. Life is too precious; do not destroy it. ❜ ❛ If I am what I have and if I lose what I have, who then am I? ❜ ❛ Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive. ❜ ❛ We will find you, you sick son of a bitch! ❜ ❛ Is that another promise? ❜ ❛ Whatever you are, be a good one. ❜ ❛ Without heroes, we are all plain people and don’t know how far we can go. ❜ ❛ I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. ❜ ❛ I can’t talk you out of this. It’s a great life. ❜ ❛ There is no such thing as part freedom. ❜ ❛ Come near my team and I will end you. ❜ ❛ When I let go of what I am I become what I might be. ❜ ❛ The grave soul keeps its own secrets and takes its own punishment in silence. ❜ ❛ It is not his enemy or foe that lures him to evil ways. ❜ ❛ Sometimes human places create inhuman monsters. ❜ ❛ Bring the past only if you’re going to build from it. ❜ ❛ What it lies in our power to do, it lies in our power not to do. ❜ ❛ Nothing inspires forgiveness quite like revenge. ❜ ❛ You may leave school, but it never leaves you. ❜ ❛ Everybody wants to go to heaven, but no one wants to die. ❜ ❛ Three can keep a secret if two are dead. ❜ ❛ At the gambling table, there are no fathers or sons. ❜ ❛ Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath. ❜ ❛ Nothing fixes a thing so intently in the memory as the wish to forget it. ❜ ❛ All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream. ❜ ❛ Death ends a life, not a relationship.  ❜ ❛ There is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it. ❜ ❛ The universe doesn’t like secrets; it conspires to reveal the truth to lead you to it. ❜ ❛ Fear is pain arising from the anticipation of evil. ❜ ❛ Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much. ❜ ❛ Forgiveness does not change the past but it does enlarge the future. ❜ ❛ A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them. ❜ ❛ The past is never dead. It’s not even past. ❜ ❛ A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it. ❜ ❛ Deep vengeance is the daughter of deep silence. ❜

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gonna toss a starter call here while i stare at the few drafts i have

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Blind Date Starter Sentences

“Are you ___?”

“You know, I had someone else pictured in my mind by the way you were described.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“I’ve heard so much about you.”

“I’m ___, ___ friend. They set us up on a blind date.”

“Have you ever been set up on a blind date before?”

“Wow! I, uhh, I wasn’t expecting someone like you.”

“God damn it! Not you.”

“I guess they didn’t realize that we know each other.”

“Hey, you’re my neighbor, aren’t you?”

“Do you want to maybe do this again?”

“I’d never kiss you if you were the last person on Earth!”

“I hear this place has the best garlic bread.”

“You’re picture doesn’t do you justice.”

“Do you have Facebook?”

“Oh I looked through your timeline on Facebook.”

“Well, that’s not creepy at all.”

“Sorry, that sounded stupid.”

“Sorry, that sounded creepy.”

“I’m not really great at these things.”

“Do you date much?”

“What do you do for a living?”

“Do you have any kids?”

“I have a kid/have kids.”

“I just got out of a really bad relationship.”

“I’m recently divorced.”

“Look, I just don’t think we’re going to work out.”

“Look, I really like you. I think we could work.”

“Can I see you again?”

“We have a lot in common.”

“We have nothing in common.”

“I really want to kiss you good night.”

“Can I drive you home?”

“Can I stay for a little while longer?”

“There is no way in hell am I seeing you again.”

“Is that the call? I didn’t really think people did the ‘bail call’.”

“Are you going to answer that?”

“You know what, no. I’m having a good time with you.”

“I’m sorry I have to go. My little brother just fell and they took him to the hospital. I have to check on him.”

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alright, it’s almost 1:30 in the morning and i think i should go to bed.

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                      fingers  curl  around  his,  pulling  one  had  away  from  his  face.  he  doesn’t  put  up  much  resistance,  just  glances  up  at  lucius  and  tries  to  shove  down  the  absolute  MORTIFICATION  welling  in  his  chest.  goddamn  it.  

                      he  isn’t  sure  if  lucius  is  throwing  him  a  line  or  hitting  on  him  AGAIN.  his  other  hand  dropped  (  though  he  notably  doesn’t  let  go  of  lucius’  hand.  or–  not  notably.  because  he  doesn’t  notice.  at  all.  definitely  doesn’t  realize  after  enough  time  has  passed  that  pulling  away  would  make  it  weird.  )

❛ en–dearing??  ❜  it  comes  out  as  a  question  though  he  realizes  it’s  true.  despite  the  ceaseless  embarrassment,  it’s  not  actually  too  bad.  ❛  i  lean  toward  endearing.  ❜  and  leans  forward,  apparently.  

                the absence of the retreat of laurence’s hand does not process, though it’s not something he cares to notice at the moment. the only thing lucius can find himself looking at is the man before him as he thinks of what he wants to say. the dual meaning to his words is only just now understood, but he doesn’t retract anything.

he smiles at the answers that are given, knowing that he hasn’t pushed the man past his boundaries yet. it means he has some wiggle room, a bit more time to find what he can get away with -- if this turns out to be a grand game at all. maybe the prize itself is what he’s hoping for.

leaning in towards laurence slightly, their lips barely ghost each other before he pulls back, his hand still keeping hold and even squeezing a little. ❝ good. maybe we should go get a coffee sometime. i hardly think a church is the proper place for any pda. ❞

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                ❝ if you’re going to get a tattoo -- you should make sure you want to live with it the rest of your life. i’ve had to get one removed and it sucks. leaves a huge bruise for months and hurts for a while. ❞

@lightoflucien

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                 ❝ If you wanted to try on my heels, all you had to do was ask instead of waiting until I left the room for a longer period of time. I’m neither one to say no nor be one to judge. ❞

@eidetic187