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IMPORTANT POLL!

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Billy Joel - Uptown Girl (1983)

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humilictedman​:   [text] What else that mouth do

[text: sent at 9:08 pm] complain

[text: sent at 9:09 pm] did you get me the fuckin pickles or not 

[text: sent at 9:09 pm] kai i’m hungry & by the time u come back i wont want them anymore

[text: sent at 9:10 pm] :(

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shotbitch​:   [text] Whatcha doing

[text: sent at 7:47 pm] beta theta pi is holding another party lmao surprise surprise

[text: sent at 7:49 pm] so im getting ready

[text: sent at 7:50 pm] lmao you should come !!! 

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vihilum​:

He felt guilty for making her jump – he hoped he hadn’t made her uncomfortable, wished he thought better of his gentle squeeze, and his hand fell back besides him, watching Chrissie’s profile. “Are you stuck?” Ace had been nowhere, and everywhere, and when it came to talking about where he grew up, the details waned. Childhood memories didn’t align with that of others – he didn’t have fond memories of Ohio. He was stolen. Stolen childhood, stolen memories, stolen from home.

“I know what that’s like – being stuck someplace,” a lifetime of it, and he still had years to spare. Funny how a lifetime faded to just a memory when he had a glimpse of the outside world. He thought he would never get out of the cage until he did. Ace used to think he’d be stuck forever, the same food, the same shows played on a loop, the same discomfort night after night, and the moments he waited for death to come for him.

But death never came, though he willed it, though he brought it forth. Death brushed past Ace and left him on his knees. But what did death look like for others? He could see the struggle, heard it in her voice, how she tried to hide it by not addressing it, but he never really understood why people hid the precise moment they started to cry.

“It’s not a break though, is it?” His gaze broke from her features to look towards the road ahead – the same stretch kept going for miles. They could have been sitting still for hours and the landscape would have looked the same, “I don’t think being dead is any easier than being alive – you still got the same questions, ‘cept when you die, you got even more.”

he’s too smart to be accepting hitchhikers in the middle of the night, on the road to nowhere. ace speaks like a man that has lived decades beyond his looks ... perhaps he’s got his own baggage, and that’s why he doesn’t mind picking up hers along the way. 

kind and philosophical men are not chrissie’s usual find on this beat up road — it’s way more likely she’ll encounter a serial killer than a guy that wants an honest dig into her feelings. forgive her for being unusually quiet. chrissie doesn’t even bother to try out her stupid flirty tricks on ace.

“— do you think a lot about this stuff?” good: deflect, deflect, deflect. dig herself into a nice and comfortable hole, where she won’t be vulnerable to the emotions of a normal human being.

“is that why you’re on this road in the middle of the night? nobody takes this road anymore,” and why would they? it goes right past a murder site. good for the weird tourists that want to take a picture of creepy graffiti, but not so convenient for the average commute; “are you getting away from the place you were stuck?” 

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Straight White Boys Texting

Send my muse a text, or send 📲 for my muse to send yours a random one

[text] U r looking so sexy [text] How old r u? [text] Shame you’re 39km away, I want you to sit on my face [text] I would give you an orgasm for your birthday [text] Whatcha doing [text] I wanna bite into ur ass like an apple [text] Have something you’d rather do? [text] Love your smile xx [text] What else that mouth do [text] What?? Why you acting like im being weird [text] Do you like being eaten? [text] Haha ;) [text] You’d be screaming [text] You wanna meet up soon? [text] You’re not special just because you have a pair of tits [text] I could get any babe I want [text] You suck dick? [text] Girls throw themselves at me ok bitch [text] Do you have bf ? [text] For real .. How u don’t have a bf? [text] You are so cute idk understand how u don’t have a bf [text] Really you have a gf. I don’t believe u [text] I wish to be ur bf 😊 [text] I think lesbian are hot af [text] Sext me [text] Are you bisexual :p [text] There are 265 bones in the human body. How would you like one more? [text] So can you do the splits on this D? [text] Hey sexy [text] What you doing sexy [text] Is there a reason you don’t want to suck my cock? [text] Hi cutie, how much for a HJ? 😊 [text] Are you papa bear’s porridge because you’re hot [text] Alright so when you gonna suck my cock [text] You had you chance now I’m sick of you bye [text] Send me a pic babe x [text] Do you want a pic? x [text] Have you got a place to yourself baby? x [text] Have I scared you off?!! Lol x [text] so wanna see my abs? 😛 [text] Send nudes [text] let’s play a game [text] Whatcha thinking about? [text] You can rock that bikini babe [text] Well ur a hoe cause u don’t wanna see my dick. Stupid af [text] How about a quickie right before class? [text] Listen I’ll help you if you give me a bj [text] Sorry friend stole my phone [text] Wanna make a baby tonight? Or watch a movie [text] uhmm is it weird I ask how far you have gone? [text] Wow you could at least thank me God u fucking bitch [text] Hey wanna fuck [text] I’d really like to pull your hair and fuck you right now [text] You’re hot haha [text] I’m hard [text] Really random haha but would you be dtf sometime? [text] Wanna see it [text] Can I see you [text] I bet you got nice tits [text] Can I see them [text] Bend over for me [text] Do you want fuck with me ? [text] i want to see you naked [text] Yoo you single? X [text] I’m not a perv just fyi. Just a very open person [text] Im really horny and cant sleep :O [text] So do you get crazy in the bedroom [text] So lol random but do you masturbate? [text] Are you alone [text] Lol wondering do you ever get realllly horny [text] Get naked

(inspired by)

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darklydescended​:   "don't leave me! They'll kill you too!" / From river

is it cruel to leave this obviously frantic woman on her own? ... yes. in good conscience (or at least, shabby), chrissie can’t even respond with a maybe. there’s no way to stop this night from being blood stained, when lives have already been lost. maybe there is a way, however, to stop it from being an absolutely massacre. or at least, distract saint maggie long enough that the survivors can get the hell out of here. her talent for being a thorn in the prude’s side is finally coming in handy ... and it’s surprisingly noble. unsurprisingly, chrissie never wants to do it again after tonight.

“i’m sorry —“ she won’t disappear in front of river; chrissie’ll save the other woman the horror of realizing ghosts are real too, all while being chased by a maniac bitch. the spirit bursts into a sprint, off into the woods. over her shoulder (before vanishing into the thick brush), she shouts, “it’ll be okay.”

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darklydescended​:   " no, no! They're all dead!" / From michael

— she treats this like an already losing game of hide-and-seek; chrissie has abandoned all form of duck and cover, and aimlessly walks out in the open. she looks both ways, back and forth, as if waiting for an imaginary car to cross the street. when nothing immediately shows itself, the young woman throws her hands in the air before placing them on her hips, “i don’t see shit. are you fucking with me?” this talk of — the living dead ... hiding with a stupid stake in her hand like the boogeyman is going to pop out. it’s dumb, and she feels dumb for even indulging him in it: “if this is just an act to scare me, you’re going to regr — ah!”

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person: that's mean

me: i'm mean