#ᵐᵃᵏᵉ 'ᵉᵐ ᶫᵃᵘᵍʰ ( mckinley )

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@thatfirehairedshifter​ || starter call !!

[ TXT — ??? ]  I’m pretty sure your arse is supposed to                       hurt after anal sex. Wouldn’t know, I’ve                       never exactly tried it myself.

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             all right. so maybe he’s had a little too much to drink. and maybe leaving the bar wasn’t a good idea. because right now, he’s grinding up against that statue in the park, making a bloody fool of himself. but hey !! that’s certainly not going to  stop him from having a good time.                                                          someone please stop him. 

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         now, drunken hookups aren’t exactly mckinley’s thing. hell, going to bars is hardly his thing. he’s a rather straight edge kind of guy; no drugs, no alcohol, no partying. cooking is his drug, in all honesty.           but tonight is different. tonight, he’s gonna party. he’s going to get wasted, and maybe hook up with someone. who knows ?? so it’s with a big grin he downs his first shot of the night, and turns around to face the crowd. tonight he’s gonna live like he’s never lived before.

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          ❛ all right, how do i look ?? ❜           there’s a reason he said don’t take him along bra shopping. now here he is, looking at the other with a big grin on his face and a rather flattering red lace bra over his chest.            ❛ i think i pull it off, don’t you ?? ❜

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                   open to all

          there’s a small amount of blood staining his hands as he rummages through the empty bags. the camp he found was more or less abandoned. but recently. the coals on the fire are still hot.            he pulls out what looks to be a prison shiv and takes a deep breath. well, fuck. if this camp isn’t abandoned, he’s as good as dead. but then he finds a gun, and he lets out a soft sigh.           but that’s when he hears the bushes rustle and he turns to face them, the gun held fast in both of his shaking hands.  ❛ i-i know you’re there !! ❜ he shouts, swallowing hard. ❛ come out w-with your hands up, or i’ll bl-bloody shoout !! ❜          unbeknownst to him, the gun’s not loaded.

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mckinley: my dad named me after an american president

mckinley: i'm english

mckinley: i don't get it

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           ❛ what is that face you’re making ?? ❜ he laughs, shaking his head at the camera perched atop his laptop’s screen. ❛ hey. i’ll be there soon. okay ?? we don’t have to be so far apart as of... ❜ he glanced down at his watch. ❛ three days, two hours, and fourteen minutes. and that’s allowing traffic. i’ll likely be home sooner. you know that. ❜