kind of important i guess.
i've lost all motivation to keep rping. simple as that.
writing is stressful, looking at threads and drafts is stressful. i no longer have fun and just see rping as a chore now. i hate chores.
so ive shut down my blogs. except for one and my personal. ill be on txckers every now and then to get the blog off the ground and see if i can get my drive back. thats all. thanks.
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i'm finally home from that stupid road trip but i'm gonna go play the south park game, eat some food, then take a nap. im exhausted.
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dead tired. road trip early in the morning. can't sleep. great.
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When in the hell did this motherfucker
get so confident? He was definitely going
to get him back for this later on, however
that may be. His gaze casts downward,
hands slipping from Matt's collar and
onto his shoulders for support.
"Within reason, mind you."
He gives a low rumbling purr, nuzzling
at the other as he breathes softly,
the smile still evident on his face. He’ll
allow the small distance, it amuses him.
“—— Anything I desire?”
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i’m made of sarcasm and sexual frustration
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Zacharie can't decide what he wants to do
more at this moment, punch Matt in the dick...
or the other obvious option. He breathes, gently
grasping the other by his collar to bring them
just a half an inch closer. Not allowing their
lips to touch, not just yet.
"If you fix the microwave,
I'll do anything..."
So Matthew leans down instead, cups
his jaw with his hand and pulls his
chin up to look him in the eyes, a
cheeky grin as he brings their lips
close, barely touching,
“You can do better
than that, my love…”
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Nope. Not gonna look at him, not
gonna do it. He hesitates for a moment,
then drops down to his knees, still
attempting to not pay Matt an ounce
of attention. "Can you please...fix the
stupid microwave..."
“Do you now?”
He’s still grinning like
a shit, and he takes
a moment to sit down,
lie himself out.
“—— Take your time.”
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"Okay, just like -- give me a
minute, I gotta...gotta plan
this..." Might as well give
Matt a medal.
“Does it look like
I’m joking?” He
hums lightly.
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"...you're...not being
serious, right?" He
could dig this...maybe.
And he’s grinning,
a huge smile. “Go on.”
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"...I. Um, wow. Okay, I -- "
He's turning red, smooth
move Matt. "Okay."
“—— If you like.”
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"Must I get down on my knees and beg?"
“Sorry babe, need me to help out?”
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