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                    martha  had,   in  passing,   while  she  was  sitting  on  the  back  of  his  hips  and  giving  him  an  absent  massage   (he  really  seemed  to  need  it,   he  had  a  lot  of  tension  in  his  shoulders),   told  john  that  he  should  let  her  paint  something  on  him.   for  a  long  while,   she  had  a  concept  for  a  little  painting   -   a  little  night  sky  scene  with  hers  and  john’ s  star  signs  highlighted  in  the  stars.   she  noticed  some  of  his  freckles,   when  she  traced  them,   made  up  her  sign  of  capricorn  and  inspiration  struck.   she  didn’ t  let  john  answer,   just  shot  up  and  ran  off  towards  her  little  art  room  to  gather  some  of  her  paints  and  brushes.   she  returns  happily,   plops  down  against  john’ s  side.   “you’ re  gonna  look  so  pretty,”   she  murmurs  excitedly,   leans  forward  and  presses  a  little  kiss  against  his  cheek  before  opening  up  her  paints.

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He’d just been watching TV when he heard the knock on his door. It wasn’t too surprising knowing the people that he did, but what did surprise him was what he opened up the door to. His breath immediately caught in his throat and he pulled his sister inside, ignoring whatever she was saying, whatever protests as John dragged her over to the couch.

Down he went onto the cushions, pulled his twin into his lap as one hand cupped her cheek, the other resting on her waist to hold her there so she couldn’t squirm away or fall off his lap until he’d gotten a good look at her, at the bruises, the cuts, the bits of blood. Finally his wide eyed and worried gaze met hers as he quietly asked, “How did this happen? Christ, here, move over here, I’ll grab you the first aid kit, okay?”

          frances  wobbles  a  little  as  she  stands  in  front  of  her  brother’ s  front  door,   leans  mostly  against  her  elbow  resting  on  the  door  frame.   she  glares  at  the  blood  on  the  sleeve  of  her  leather  jacket,   frowns  when  she  realizes  it  was  her  formal  leather  jacket   (aka  the  only  one  without  any  blood  on  it).   she’ s  gonna  have  to  get  a  new  one,   she  thinks  when  the  door  suddenly  opens.   “oh,   hey!   i  didn’ t  think  you’ d  still  be  up!   figured  one  of  us  would  be  responsible  tonight,   but  i  guess  not,”   she  says,   words  a  little  slurred  together  as  she’ s  dragged  inside.   and  if  he  doesn’ t  hear  her,   she  certainly  doesn’ t  realize  it.

          “whoa,   slow  down,”   she  says,   stumbles  a  little  as  she’ s  pulled  down.   she  tries  to  wiggle  away,   eyes  crossing  a  little  to  try  and  see  what  john’ s  doing.   “someone  asked  if  i  wanted  to  fight  for  whatever  reason,   i  said  yes,   then  next  thing  i  know,   i  wake  up  in  a  dark  alley  like,   maybe  twenty  minutes  later,   and  my  entire  soul  hurts.   but  i  think  i  won.   probably,”   frances  replies.   she  decides  that,   of  course,   the  logical  thing  to  do  at  his  request  is  to  roll  backwards  off  of  him  so  that  she’ s  laying  on  her  stomach  on  his  couch.   and  in  doing  so,   she  nearly  falls  off  the  couch,   but  she  doesn’ t  really  seem  to  care.   “pamper  me,”   frances  says,   voice  muffled  a  little.

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soldierforgot replied to your photo: PINK

ah yes. a fine reminder of how fucking gay i am

love you babe~

[corixr]

"I have never said or done anything stupid. Like my hero, Luna Lovegood, it makes sense if you listen. I want everyday to be a really good adventure for me for me and for now, that involves doing your hair and maybe a nap" She explained, gently taking John's ponytail out and starting the water, adjusting it until it was pretty warm "Where do you keep shampoo and stuff?" She asked, running her hands through his hair

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John never expected to hear that from Alice of all people. Amidst a dumb argument and she said words that gave him pause. He couldn’t help but take things like that personal, especially when it came from her, and there was no doubting how much those words hurt him. But he still forced a grin, huffed a little, “Show your father some respect,” as a joke, hoped she’d brush it off and maybe he could too.

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          there  are  two  very  important  things  to  note  about  martha.   number  one:   martha  is  fairly  confident.   not  the  annoying  kind  of  confident,   but  the  kind  where  she’ s  confident  in  herself  and  her  abilities.   she  doesn’ t  get  shy  or  flustered  easily.   number  two:   martha  has  worked  long  and  hard  to  get  rid  of  her  accent.   when  she  was  younger,   she  had  an  incredibly  thick  accent.   it  was  a  strange  mix  of  a  caribbean  accent  and  a  british  accent.   when  she  moved  to  america  for  college,   she  did  her  best  to  repress  it,   adopted  a  more  understandable  accent.

          the  thing  about  all  of  that,   though,   was  that  john  screwed  up  that  confidence  and  that  accent  she  worked  so  hard  for.   every  time  he  looked  at  her,   or  smiled  at  her,   or  kissed  her,   or  held  her,   she  would  get  all  flustered  and  blushy  and  her  old  accent  would  make  itself  known.   not  that  she  was  entirely  complaining,   though.   she  loved  being  held  and  kissed  and  loved  by  her  johnny.

          the  evening  was  supposed  to  be  casual.   she  and  john  were  supposed  to  just  relax  and  watch  some  movies.   but  then  martha  turns  her  head  a  slight  bit  and  sees  the  way  john’ s  looking  at  her,   with  so  much  love  in  his  eyes,   and  she  just  about  dies.   she  squeals,   hides  her  face  behind  her  hands  and  wiggles  farther  into  john’ s  side  so  she  can  hide  from  his  gaze.   “jooooohn!”   she  whines,   accent  as  thick  as  it  was  when  she  was  eighteen.   she  wiggles  so  she’ s  half  in  his  lap,   hides  her  warm  face  in  john’ s  neck.   “don’ t  look  at  me  like  thaaaat!”   she  whines.

[wanderingbards]

I was tagged in something????

Yeah, you heard that right. I was tagged by @ssillyssanders in an ask-tag-meme-thing idk what it’s called. Let’s just... just do this before I embarrass myself further.

Nicknames: Beck, Sky, LittleShit, Mini Jackson, Pipsqueak

Gender: Uhh... determination. (nonbinary they/them)

Starsign: Capricorn

Height: 5'3

Sexuality: ...yes? (Pan)

Hogwarts House: Proud Ravenpuff

Favorite animal: FOXES ARE THE BEST AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE

Average hours spent sleeping: Probably 6-8, I have a decent sleep schedule compared to my classmates

Dogs or cats: Always dogs (because I’m allergic to cats)

Number of blankets you sleep with: Two big ones and a thin fluffy one

Which side you relate to the most: Probably Patton. I too hide my true emotions irl

Which sanders side video is your favorite: The 12 Days Of Christmas Sanders Edition

Favorite line from any of the sides: “I will physically fight you.”

Dream trip: Tour of European countries

Dream job: Broadway singer or a music director

When I made this account: Right around the name reveals last year. I think the day Logan revealed his name I made this account.

Why I made this account: I saw a good community here and decided to hop on in. Best choice I’ve made in a while.

Tags: @starlight-sanders @andy-the-anon @soldierforgot @pretty-mr-sanders @lampsarepeopletoo @smutty-sanders-sins @smuttysanderssides 

(I don’t have 20 people I wanna tag... :( )

[corixr]

It's Murder Time

@stcriesforgot @soldierforgot

The manor was large, the group of thirteen exploring the mansion and exchanging introductions, Conrad was delighted in seeing some of his friends, and seeing Alex almost instantly start shit with Jefferson. Alice let out a small gasp as the glass she was holding shattered on the floor

"We've litterally been here for only twenty minites with champagne" Cam laughed, teasing the other

"Clearly, I don't need to have anymore~ Come help me clean it" Alice tugged on John's sleeve, leading him to get a towel

[mcmentomoriii-a]

hamilton, laurens, schuyler

[loyalservants]

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John hadn’t been expecting at all; had been reaching down for his sketchbook he’d left on the coffee table so he could sit and draw for a little bit on the calm day, a rare time no one had anything to do. He’d had all sorts of images in his head to draw, particularly his friends, particularly her.

But then her hand landed on is ass with a ‘thwack!’ that sounded louder than it truly was and John straightened up, his freckled face going straight as he stood there holding his sketchbook to his chest before looking at her, the embarrassment plain as day on his face as he smiled a bit, whether it was in said embarrassment or amusement even he wasn’t sure. “L-Laf?” He wasn’t even sure what he was going to ask. Maybe just confirm that had actually happened. Not that he’d minded it, not really.

              Marie had been watching American television shows. She had seen one of the characters slapping his friend’s buttocks as a greeting. In France, that was considered unthinkable but if it was okay in the show, it was okay in real life, right? At least in America? Well, she forgot Hercules’ warning that American shows are different from real life, like the ones in France.

              She grinned cheekily, ❝ I just wanted to say ‘hi’! ❞ She said, ❝ Isn’t that an American thing? I’m surprised you don’t use this greeting on me. Or anyone, really. ❞ But her face melted when she realized the look on John’s face. He was blushing. The reason was obvious, because of what she had done. She sighed, ❝ It’s not a greeting, isn’t it? ❞ She held her face, attempting to hide her own blush of embarrassment. ❝ Je suis désolé. ❞

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“You have pretty eyes” - Mary

blue  eyes   /   accepting

                    frances’  face  brightens  right  away,   shies  away  from  mary’  s  gaze  a  slight  bit.   she’ s  always  been  very  self  conscious  about  her  eyes,   has  always  hated  that  she  got  their  father’ s  blue  eyes  while  the  rest  of  her  siblings  got  their  mother’ s  gorgeous  hazel  eyes.   the  fact  that  someone  actually,   genuinely  likes  her  eyes.   “shush,”   she  mumbles  shyly,   smiles  weakly.   “they’ re  not  that  nice.   you  and  the  rest  of  the  kids  have  far  prettier  eyes.   but  shucks.   i–   thanks,   kiddo.”

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“I dyed my old binder for the occasion, so every piece of clothing I am wearing is green, I brought whiskey, and the first person to call me a leprechaun is the designated driver for the night.” 

[corixr]

Alice wrapped her arms and legs around him, effectively trapping him in a half hug "Love you" She kissed his cheek sweetly, nuzzling him

"Hey John, you spend money more than me. How much would I have to pay for us to have a suicide pact?"

“Excuse me.” He’s so worried now

[mcmentomoriii-a]

( mae and i are the reason mae and i can't have nice things )

[corixr]

[Text: Dr. Crane]-Shoes would be outstanding boyo, and Herc's shirt is fine and I don't watch baseball but that will work😚😚

[Text: Dr. Crane]-I stabbed a nurse, I need a ride [Text: Dr. Crane]-I literally just grabbed my shit and ran to the nearest gas station so I'm sitting in a filthy gas station bathroom trying to wash and change

[Text; Quinnie] why tf would you do that???

[Text; Quinnie] jesus fucking christ i’ll bring you some clothes. which gas station? we’re in new york there’s Many

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