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heya this blog is making me anxious. pls find me @adrnitis

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heya this blog is making me anxious. pls find me @adrnitis

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heya this blog is making me anxious. pls find me @adrnitis

[midsmmr]

heya this blog is making me anxious. pls find me @adrnitis

[midsmmr]

heya this blog is making me anxious. pls find me @adrnitis

[midsmmr]

heya this blog is making me anxious. pls find me @adrnitis

[midsmmr]

heya this blog is making me anxious. pls find me @adrnitis

[midsmmr]

heya this blog is making me anxious. pls find me @adrnitis

[midsmmr]

heya this blog is making me anxious. pls find me @adrnitis

[midsmmr]

heya this blog is making me anxious. pls find me @adrnitis

[midsmmr]

heya this blog is making me anxious. pls find me @adrnitis

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heya this blog is making me anxious. pls find me @adrnitis

#i swear this is the last time i'm changing blogs

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can someone hit me ? but like strong enough that it makes me do stuff 

#╰ * shut up manu ╱ ooc

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slcwdisco‌:

        there’s a familiarity between them that doesn’t exist in any of her other relationships. they’re not simply richard and miranda– here, they’re richie and mira, and things are simple and sweet and just how she always envisioned them to be. she thought that running away to something more quaint might, perhaps, squash any of the feelings she had for him. but they were running rampant as ever, a forest fire in her heart that was spreading and making it hard to breathe. she knew that the moment she saw him, she’d breathe in and it would be easy and simple once more. “oh, what, you think i can’t get you out of french jail? i have quite a bit of sway around here.” mira, mira, mira. if she wasn’t coming before, she’s certainly coming now. “i live in rouen. very charming.” you should visit, the words are unspoken. “i can get to an airport just fine.” she’s sobering up by the minute, the gravity of the situation dawning upon her. “i’ll have a bag packed and i’ll be on my way to the airport within… thirty minutes? forty five?” a hefty pause. “oh, who are we kidding, give me an hour.” she’d always had a knack for being fashionably late.

            “ rouen. ”  he repeated, but it sounded a lot more like please than like the name of a place should sound. rouen. — the text exchanges back and forth with his assistant filled the details needed for the logistics in it to work, my jet will take too long, rent a private one in france i don’t care how much it costs, have it ready to departe in a hour, it has to land somewhere close so the driver can pick her up, no, no, scratch that, i’ll pick her up. “ of course, how could i forget ? you could convince the sun to stop and give you some time, what’s a measly justice system ? ” richard chuckled. eight hours was too much already, he wanted her there, in that very moment. he wanted to reach out and touch her. “ it’ll be ready for you when you get to the airport, just say you are looking for the roosevelt’s jet. i gave them your name, but i don’t trust my assistant’s french either. ” there was a sigh. loud and calm and it felt like breathing — for the first time in a while, it felt like breathing — and that’s what it took for richard to realize that he missed her more than he missed air. “ does it sound too needy if i say i wish you were here already ? ‘cause if it does then i didn’t say that. ” he tried a chuckle, but it felt far too soft.

#slcwdisco‌ #╰ * richard roosevelt ╱ interactions

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well i have a crush on wagner moura now thanks to narcos and i don’t know what to do about that

#should i gif him and make a character #or am i the only one dumb enough to have this crush #╰ * shut up manu ╱ ooc #someone pls tell me they also find him attractive so i'll feel btter

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slcwdisco‌:

            the more they talk, miranda can’t quite remember why she had called him in the first place. was it because she knew this was exactly how things would transpire? some banter, a smile upon her face, resulting with her at his doorstep? perhaps. or perhaps she just wanted the comfort of his voice and being in conversation with someone who understood her. someone who saw her. a laugh leaves her, a true belly laugh. she sits up and sets the phone on the coffee table, letting her eyes flutter shut once more to soak the sound of his voice into her skin, her bones. “i don’t know. hershel might just give your father a run for his money.” the words are fond and they’re teasing and they’re filled with something she reserves for richard and richard alone. “richie…” a breathy sigh leaves her and she collapses back into the expensive couch. “give your pilot a ring and let him know that i’ll be packing my bags.” she can feel the smile growing on her face. “we’re doing this, aren’t we?”

            he heard the nickname and that was it. a long heavy sigh escaping his lips, the attempt at comedy giving way for honest. richie. — the one thing that separated richard then, from richard now. — no one else called him richie, not really, not he could remember. it was mr. roosevelt, how can i help, what are we gonna do. it was dick, when are you gonna start taking things seriously. it was richard, are you listening to me. they didn’t say his name, they requested for the presence of their boss, or caring son, or bad boyfriend. here, mr. roosevelt, richard, dick, now. “ god, i’ll fistfight him myself if it means having you here, mira. then we can call richard ii to get me out of french jail. ” and then there was miranda, an ocean away, calling him richie. just richie. nothing else. " what’s the name of your town ? do you guys have an airport ? i can probably get you a car to get you to the nearest airplane too, but my french is a little rusty. ” he had texted his assistant, had already requested that things — whatever things really meant — been fixed for her. “ when can you leave ? ”

#slcwdisco‌ #╰ * richard roosevelt ╱ interactions

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floralege·:

  cilla’s  had  one  too  many  glasses,  though  she  deemed  them  necessary  after  the  onslaught  of  invasive  questions  that  plagued  her  through  the  night  —-   namely  how  she  felt  about  being  the  next  one  to  marry,  as  if  the  thought  alone  didn’t  make  her  shudder.  “  frankly,  a  lavish  party  would  be  the  only  thing  to  make  getting  married  tolerable.  it’s  the  other  part  —-  going  home,  having  a  normal  life  —-  that  terrifies  me.  ”  apparently,  the  bubbly’s  made  her  dangerously  honest  …  and  with  someone  she’s  yet  to  become  too  familiar  with.  pink  lips  curve  upwards,  eyebrows  arched  thoughtfully,  “  you’re  richard,  aren’t  you  ?  the  big  brother.  ”  of  her  future  betrothed,  no  less.

“  oh,  god,  no.  ”  he  hated  even  the  idea  of  it.  “  first  of  all,  my  mom  and  dad  ?  in  the  same  room  ?  horrible  idea.  second  of  all,  the  endless  just  meaningless  chatter.  ”  he  let  out  a  loud  exaggerated  groan.  “  have  this  people  never  had  a  conversation  before  ?  ”  it  tookrichard  a  second,  a  moment  or  two  too  long,  “  i  mean,  yes,  i  am  richard,  the  big  brother,  although  not  usually  recognized  for  that.  ”  it  was  only  when  the  source  of  recognition  came  to  him  that  he  realized  who  he  was  walking  to.  they  had  met  before,  hadn’t  they  ?  a  quick  exchange  of  names  over  an  afternoon  alcohol  probably  saved  him  from  really  remembering.  “  oh,  you  are  the  fiancee,  aren’t  you  ?  ah,  i,  i  mean,  shit.  congratulations  ...?  good  luck  ...?  there  is  still  time  to  run.  ”  he  let  out  a  small  laugh.

#floralege‌ #╰ * richard roosevelt ╱ interactions #we stan drunk honest legendes