#so I'm secretly buying them for myself. dreaming of the future...

[museenkuss]

Fragonard indulgences

Belle d'Amour (a herbal, original vanilla scent. prominent notes seem to be angelica (star of the enchanting packaging), amber and vanilla)

Un Momént Vole hand soap and decorative glass dish (a soap with an airy, delicate scent, celebrated with a glass dish featuring a beautifully modern rococo still life)

Set of four Fleurs du Perfumeur guest towels (pure cotton towels with illustrations of iris, mimosa, orange blossoms and figs)

Belle de Paris Hand Cream (iris, clementine and violets - sophisticated powders in a decadent, beautifully packaged hand cream)

[musiingwords]

MURDER DRONES EPISODE ONE SENTENCE STARTERS

"we finally had a future all to ourselves."

"it's like we're waiting for an inciting incident!"

"so not the vibe!"

"easy moron. it doesn't work... yet! it doesn't work yet!"

"who said it doesn't work? maybe it does!"

"the homework was a word problem on buying watermelons."

"and is it supposed to be that color?"

"ew. it didn't kill her / him / it / them."

"that's never gonna end up problematic."

"hey, those bandages look pretty badass."

"no more feedback on my repression today!"

"and where might you be off to?"

"...sneaking out to make out with my boyfriend that i definitely have?"

"well we don't just play cards."

"neat. therapy is fun."

"holy crap it talks."

"yeah sorry it's just my uh-- head kinda hurts."

"that's not true. everyone tells me i'm useless and terrible."

"wait. i'm not supposed to tell you that part!"

"well honesty is the best policy."

"i uh have to... go."

"sure! i love doing anything!"

"sweet uh... i'm open to new things, i guess."

"we are never talking about this."

"talking about what!? consider it, uh, repressed!"

"and yet, i still feel nothing."

"oh god! who are you!?"

"so obviously a lot of mutual respect there!"

"but secretly, i actually kind of have a crush on her / him / they / it."

"___, you're worthless and terrible."

"they never taught us how to land."

"i guess i just wanna be useful."

"oh my! you sure are rebellious! it's kinda exciting!"

"you know, i left an extremely dangerous excuse uh outside!"

"oooh deal me in! i love rummy! wait no. ugh. i'm gonna murder everyone... rain check!"

"uh actually it's gin rummy. soo..."

"what have you done?!"

"i'm sorry. i really enjoyed our time together."

"i messed up. in the same way i'm about to fix it!"

"point and shoot. trust me!"

"am i dreaming or did you do something not useless for once?"

"lowest body count eats a missile!"

"you know what that means! branded pens!"

"excuse me?"

"you just finally gave me the excuse i needed."

"i hate to see you corrupted as well."

"i ruined your card game, then made you have an awkward moment with your dad."

"and i made you rebel like an angsty teen, which got you killed."

"though, you also tried to kill me, so morality calls this a draw."

"for the record, that was the lamest heel face turn in history."

"being rebellious is a lot harder than it looks. thanks for showing me the ropes."

"i screwed up."

"so they found our evacuation spot."

"for real?"

"you're sometimes kinda mean to me, and i wish you weren't. just some constructive critisicm."

"too bad! good luck!"

"my minds in a weird place, don't read into this!"

"have fun repressing this!"

"i've had pray fight back before but your edgy spirit is just so..."

"one more buzzword and i'll do it."

"you chose to leave me for dead instead of just fricken believing in me!"

"i banish myself!"

"hope you're having important character growth or something though!"

[broooooo]

My alternate universe

*I hope his works out guys, I'm trying something new *

*theme of story? - meeting me from an alternate universe*

Part 1- a test drive for if ppl like my idea!*

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My name is Aaron, 21, male, 5 foot 11 and a half and asexual, I'm an art student in uni, I have blue eyes , skinny body yet I have some strengthand shoulder length dark hair. And when it comes to friends, i only have a few I never see in person.

I've always been somewhat of an outcast, never being able to fit in anywhere, I was never popular, I was never that smart,and I was never that athletic, I've always wondered my place in life

Now I never expect to leave the comfort of my room, house or country, not BC I'm arrogant and rich, it's just that, idk what I want in life, I've always been indecisive, and I don't have a passion for anything, I can draw quite well, but starting a career with that is not that easy , and I don't think I'm up to that task,

I blink once and one moment it's a specific year, and then I have ended up 4 years into the future, unsure of what I even did or what happened in these past 4 years, I'm my own Rapunzel, but without a Flynn rider to save me from my tower

It's not like I like this arrangement, I have dreams and wishes , but i never expect to be able to do any of it.

My dreams you might be thinking?

I wish to be a soccer player , American football could work too, not professionally persey , but just be able to play the game, have a life surrounded by it, muscular men, kicking a ball around, and having fun, then going out for beers , my insecurity is how I got into the hypnosis side of tumblr, if I could transform into a jock, then maybe my life could be complete, . thought it never happened, all I could do was jerk off to jock hypnosis porn or Tumblr posts,

It's happened so many times , I now don't feel anything from jerking off, I got bored ,tired even, why do this? It's never gonna work.

I recently bought myself a fake soccer jersey, why? Idk, not like I ever supported a team, but I felt intrigued enough to buy one, I mostly like looking at it, wearing it does nothing to me.

As a child, I'd always like the confidence the popular guys gave off, the rowdy footie guys , crazy as they might have been, I admired their confidence and doesn't give a fuck attitude, allot of them where like chavs, shiny tracksuits and tns, I liked them... Although some never liked me, quite visibly too, running away from me BC they think I was gay, clearly some of them had fragile masculinity and needed a reality check.

As a child , from my room, whenever I went onto my balcony, I could see the bright lights off a soccer pitch, far in the distance, it's all I can see , bright at night, but it's what I heard, I can still hear the shouts , grunts of guys kicking the ball , echoing in the darkness, close enough I could here it, I wished to join them.

You could say football/soccer has been secretly apart of me for my entire life, though I could never do anything to play, I never had a chance too. I really enjoy the kits.. cleats are my favourite part, they look so cool.

Tumblr has shown me many a big, dumb, horny, obedient, mindless football jock, many tf I stories jacked off too, many times I wished I could join them, even if I completely changed my life , or became a drone encased in latex . But it never came, and it never will.

But then... One fateful day, I'm chilling on my bed, as usual, when I scroll through Tumblr, seeing muscular guys, and tf stories , things I've grown accustomed too, I sighed and I could join them. I reached my hand out and grabbed the air, like something was there, for no reason, reaching out to grab a sliver of luck from the air. That's when everything went white, and suddenly I plopped on a messy bed, my bed?, and then a sudden, startled, what the hell and a loud gasp from the two of us.

Holding hands, we locked eyes onto each other, pale faces and wide eyes , it was like a distorted mirror, or a filter , but this guy, shorter hair, styled and messy, poster of players plastered on the walls, his body looked muscular and toned, a fuller beard, and on the floor where pieces of kit items and laundry, dumbbells , knee pads and a pile of basic laundry and a clear a soccer kit, the smell of the room was mucky and strong, with the hint of axe body spray, then seeing several of the body spray cans in the bed side table, the shelves had some trophies, medals, and small kits hung up on the wall., then I saw a beer bottle on the table,I turn to look deep into his eyes deep blue eyes, we let go and both instantly realised,

We were the same person..

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Ooo Clif hanger, rawrrrrr

Tell me if you want to know what happens next 😅