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“Whoa. What’s that face for?” he raised an eyebrow and dropped his hand and shoved it in his pocket. The plan. Though it was initially a joke, it was growing on him

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Joaquin couldn’t keep eye contact, he didn’t fear the man. He feared what he might give away if he looked the man straight in the eye. Keeping quiet, he listened to what was being told, maybe he was only half listening but, it was too late to start fully paying attention now. He wanted this whole interaction to be over with so he could do his job and avoid the man for as long as possible. 

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i promise you my pain wasn’t poetic. it was days without sleep and pretending i was stable enough to continue.

i am tired of this sadness. ( via ofraid )

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“And I fell in love instantly.”

“It’s probably nothing.“ 

“It becomes perfect when you learn to accept it for what it is.“ 

“If you see something, say nothing and drink to forget.“ 

“And you may find, as time passes, that you remember it less and less.“ 

“Look, I’ve probably said too much.“ 

“If you don’t hear from me again, it has truly been a pleasure.“ 

“We are not history yet.“ 

“You are safe now.“ 

“You can let go now.“ 

“We have nothing to speak about. There never was." 

"I have chosen to not be certain of anything at all." 

"There are many things I wish I could remember." 

"I do not live but I exist." 

"I don’t know if he listens to me sometimes." 

"We can do this together, you and I." 

"You don’t know what to say." 

"I know what I saw." 

"Regrets just bear us down." 

"You are all to me." 

"Think nothing of it; it’s forgotten." 

"There—now you know. Has that filled an emptiness for you? Are you any happier now?" 

"I have something of urgent importance to tell you." 

"And for now, existence is enough." 

"No, not you! Not you!" 

"Please, stay safe inside." 

"I just don’t believe violence is ever the answer—it is a question. The real answer is far more terrifying." 

"We can get along." 

"I’m coming in there." 

"There must be something beyond this something." 

"I will try not to be long." 

"I don’t know where I am." 

"I told you I would be back." 

"I let that woeful beast live." 

"We have each other." 

"As with life, and as with all things, it will pass." 

"Am I in Hell?”

“I am certain that there must be more to us than just us." 

"Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past; let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future." 

"I probably won’t miss you." 

"Well, let’s just find out together, shall we?" 

"And it’s just no good anymore. We can’t carry on like this." 

"Nothing is real, I don’t think. Whatever; who cares?" 

"When I die, I want to have earned it." 

"The present tense of regret is indecision." 

"The future tense of fear is either comedy or tragedy." 

"I can disappear if I want to." 

"And what if the void is not as void as we thought?" 

"Time is weird; so is space. I hope ours match again someday." 

"We should all be so lucky to set our own futures." 

"I fear for what we know." 

"I fear for what we don’t know." 

"We have nothing to fear and never did." 

"It is likely I will learn nothing from this." 

"After everything that happened, I just wanted to see you." 

"It is too late for us." 

"But maybe you shouldn’t sleep in your home anymore. Just in case." 

"Your sadness will know no bounds." 

"Nothing will be the same." 

"Nothing has ever been the same." 

"When something is this weird, one shouldn’t assume to understand anything specific about it at all." 

"Ignorance may not actually be bliss, but it certainly is less work." 

"No one has ever known anything—not really." 

"I don’t know much about anything at all, honestly." 

"Everything is some level of probably, nothing is a promise." 

"You don’t know, and so it might very well." 

"Nothing ever really happens to me." 

"Thanks, that means lot. Not to me, but your words hold a lot of meaning intrinsically." 

"So it’s best just to stay away." 

"It cannot give you what you need." 

"Oh, you don’t even want to know." 

"But it wasn’t what I thought it would be." 

"I’ll be back as soon as I can." 

"You have no idea how often it is just you and me." 

"There always seems to be something upsetting you." 

"It’s not that there’s nothing coming to get you; there’s everything coming to get you. But relax anyway." 

"Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be." 

"It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and fleeting, don’t worry." 

"This is because I am also slightly malicious. Sorry about that." 

"Thinking about it now, nothing seems good, let alone perfect." 

"And those imperfections in our reality are the seams and the cracks into which our outsized love can seep and pool." 

"And sometimes we’re annoyed. And disappointed. And that, too, is a part of how love works." 

"I just thought it was time for us to make a home together.”

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“Hey, for what it’s worth - I’m sorry about Kevin. It was nice to see you happy, even when you tried to hide it.” He stepped closer and placed his hand on Joaquins shoulder, patting it lightly.  “Now - Operation blossom”

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Joaquin couldn’t keep eye contact, he didn’t fear the man. He feared what he might give away if he looked the man straight in the eye. Keeping quiet, he listened to what was being told, maybe he was only half listening but, it was too late to start fully paying attention now. He wanted this whole interaction to be over with so he could do his job and avoid the man for as long as possible. 

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He rubbed his temples with his index finger and thumb and shook his head lightly. “No, that’s not the new plan! I was seeing if you were listening” he paused for a moment and contemplated the idea “Though- it would be quite the compensation.”

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Joaquin couldn’t keep eye contact, he didn’t fear the man. He feared what he might give away if he looked the man straight in the eye. Keeping quiet, he listened to what was being told, maybe he was only half listening but, it was too late to start fully paying attention now. He wanted this whole interaction to be over with so he could do his job and avoid the man for as long as possible. 

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my kink is when people tell me they were thinking about me

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WHY IS THERE NO ICONS AVAILABLE FOR SKEET? WTF. 

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FP watched Joaquin as he was talking, narrowing his eyes slightly at the realisation that he wasn’t completely listening. “-So I might go and work for the blossoms, sneak my way in to the family, steal their fortune-” he shifted his weight, waiting for Joaquin to realise what he was saying

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Joaquin couldn’t keep eye contact, he didn’t fear the man. He feared what he might give away if he looked the man straight in the eye. Keeping quiet, he listened to what was being told, maybe he was only half listening but, it was too late to start fully paying attention now. He wanted this whole interaction to be over with so he could do his job and avoid the man for as long as possible. 

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cliche plots i’m always a slut for

the summer road trip

bad boy / good girl

bad girl / good girl

TA / college student

penpals that become best friends and maybe more through letters

rich ceo’s kid / rich ceo’s beleaguered employee

actually, rich ceo / rich ceo’s beleaguered employee

people on a movie set who are love interests in the movie but hate each other irl

arranged marriage

FAKE DATING

enemies to friends to lovers

popular kid / nerd

breakfast club style all day detention

blind dates

friends with benefits

rich guy / trophy wife

bonnie and clyde plots

the goody-goody and the juvenile delinquent that are actually best friends and will fuck u up if you mess with the other one

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                                  {  Forsythe Pendleton Jones II }                                           The leader of the pack

                              Indie | Selective | NSFW sometimes 

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sexual sentences .

a collection of dirty talk sentences.

soft .

“ I want to lick you all over…”

“ You’re so hot…”

“ ~Keep doing that.”

“ There’s no where else I’d rather be than inside of you right now“

“ Keep spreading, baby ~ I’m gonna fill you up so good…”

“ That feels amazing baby “

“ Tell me what you like ~ “

“ Come sit on my lap, love “

“ Mmm… do you like that? “

“ I’m getting so turned on/wet/hard “

“ You look so handsome right now…“

“ What do you feel like doing to me?” 

“ You look so gorgeous right now…”

“ I love how you look at me when you’re turned on…” 

“ Tell me if it’s too hard…”

“ Mmm… you taste so good baby. ” 

“ ~ Tell me when you’re about to come?”

“ I could spend all day between your legs…”

“  I’m getting close —”

“ You’re so damn gorgeous. “

less soft .

“ I love your big hands all over my ass.��

“ ~  Get on your knees for me?”

“ I love your big hands all over my chest.”

“ I love your small hands all over my cock.”

“ You have such a perfect ass/cock/pussy/body/etc.” 

“ I love it when you grab the sheets when you’re about to come. “

“ I love how your breath pauses when I put my mouth on your cock.”

“ Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. ” 

“ I love how your breath pauses when I put my mouth on your pussy.” 

“ That’s it ~ Good girl/boy…” 

“ You sound so sexy when I’m going down on you “

“ I want you to cum for me/on me/in me”

“ You can have me any way you want me baby “

“ Mmm… I can tell that you’re having fun…”

“ Where do you want to cum? ~”

“ Relax… just lie back and let me make you cum. “ 

“ Where do you want me to cum?”

“ ~ I love the things you do with your tongue.” 

“ Strip for me, honey. Slow. I want to savor every inch of you. “

rough .

“ I want you to cum so hard that I feel your cock pulsing inside of me “

“ Get on your knees ~ ?”

“ I love how big your cock gets when I talk to you like this. “

“ Want to make me scream? I’ll bet you can. “

“ I want to fuck you until I feel that sweet little pussy clenching around my cock “ 

“ Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you/when you fuck me ” 

“ I want to fuck you until I feel that sweet little ass clenching around my cock ” 

“ Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you…” 

“ Mmm… I fucking love it when you ride me like this…“

“… I own this pretty little pussy/big wet cock ~”¨

“ Get over here, big boy. Show me what you’re packing. “

“ I’m going to lick you and suck you until you come. “

“ Ride me harder !” 

“ That pretty little face deserves to get fucked ~”

“ I love it when I can feel you squeeze around me “

“ Use your mouth on me. “

“ You like that, don’t you? You like it when your woman does that to you? “

“ I adore how naughty you are. “

“Oh you naughty, naughty boy/girl/woman/man…”

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Whoops, I slipped.

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I may change to an FP account because grownup badboy is unf

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Jughead walked through the school, feeling eyes on him despite his own being glued to the floor. He felt numb, like a ghost. Like none of this was really happening, it couldn’t be. Could it? Had his dad truly, truly, confessed to the murder of Jason Blossom?  There were murmurs, whispers of his name, his fathers name. He tried to block it all out, and focus on his personal goal - finding Cheryl. It was mad to even consider facing her today, after the news was so freshly broken. But he had to. Jughead adjusted his crown beanie on his head and stepped into the canteen, all attention turning to him. He finally looked up and saw her, surrounded by her friends, comforting her as they should. Jughead’s feet carried him, and before he knew it, he was stood infront of the Redheaded Blossom.  “Cheryl-” his voice cracked, eyes red and puffy from a night of restlessness and crying “I am so sorry-” his gaze fixed onto hers, pleading her to react in the way he felt he deserved. He felt guilty, like it was his fault. And he knew that he was essentially a representative of his father at the moment, seeing as he couldn’t be here to hear the mutterings of others, feel the burn of their judgemental eyes and drown in the hatred radiating out of everyone - including Jughead.

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Jughead stepped forward to her. He didn't fully know why. Maybe it was the fact he could see himself in her. Sure his mother and sister didn't die, but it felt like it. They were gone. Just as Jason is. His brows furrowed together as he watched her, trying hard to think of the right thing to say.

Things were easier in kindergarten. Everyone was friends. He could have easily gone up to Cheryl then with no fear of what she would do or say. "I am, i am so sorry that you have to live through this. For most of us, we drift in and out of the reality of Jason being murdered. We have other things, dramas, going on that sometimes we forget that you're suffering alone" he paused for a moment. He would admit that the murder played on his mind 99% of the time. But that was his own sick interest in it. "Do you want me to go? Because - I'm happy to stay with you for a while?"

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Jughead wandered through the over-sized mansion, looking for clues. Anything. When he spotted the redhead sitting alone.  He stepped into the room quietly - but something in her must have sensed his presence as the words fell from her lips.  He swallowed and shifted his weight.  “I guess it’s still pretty weird? Half expecting him to walk through that door, join you in whatever you’re doing?”  He had experience with this - death. Though he never talked about it. Just because that’s who he was. Silent and mysterious.  “I didn’t tell you how sorry I am – That he’s gone” 

Her body was shaking, she knew he was with her, that her brother, was by her side. It was an innate feeling, twin-tuition if you will. She just knew Jason would want her to be okay but never forget him, never stop a grievance for him, and that was what the Blossom did. However, someone was snooping around her house, and she knew she had to make her presence known, and of course out of everyone, it was a beanie-clad Jughead.  “It’s never not going to be weird Jughead. I was just laying here, I fell asleep and I had to force myself awake, he comes to me in my dreams, but they aren’t dreams, they are nightmares.” Cheryl never showed this side to her, the broken more humane side, but she knew Jughead wouldn’t spill she was in pain, or that she was less than perfect. “Don’t lie if you are Jughead, a lot of people hated JJ and I know that. But, thanks, condolences, no matter the reason, are appreciated.” 

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Jughead was considered somewhat of a loner. But that didn’t bother him in the slightest. He stood - alone - with his headphones on, music blocking out the mundane bullshit of the highschool atmosphere. Drowning out the same, pointless conversations about boys, girls and everything inbetween. He couldn’t wait for this to be over.  He caught sight of someone moving through the crowed, curiosity grabbing his attention as he watched her, eyes narrowing. He hadn’t seen her around - or hadn’t noticed her. It had been quite a busy time around Riverdale, what with Jason - the star of the football team - being shot.  He removed his headphones once the girl was next to him. He focused all his energy on her - atleast, for now.  --“Hey-”  He responded curiously.  “Fun? Uh- Pop’s is pretty fun?” he shrugged. Though his ideas of fun always included food

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Green eyes took a moment, sweeping the scene. Jocks. Perky cheerleaders. Goody-goods. Well it wasn’t Auradon, and it certainly wasn’t the Isle, no this place was way too mundane for that, but on the plus side no one here knew who she was. No one here could judge her based on her mother’s actions…which made it perfect.

Spotting her target she stalked closer, like a tigress closing in on her prey. Dark hair, knitted crown-beanie thing, bit of a loner-aura going on. “Hey.” Arms crossed over her chest, one eyebrow raised. Even in heeled combat boots she still didn’t reach most guy’s shoulders. “So what counts for fun in this back-water hole of a town?”