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hebled · 1 year
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Just so everyone's aware, I miss @fourrarri @deadgcrl @afterdeaths @kxruyucu @noprodigalson @artivexed @themechaneer
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apostlc-a · 3 years
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@fourrarri​ i lied and accidentally wrote it immediately 
     Iᴛ's ʙᴇᴇɴ some months. Honestly, he never expected to be back, and there are several things off putting the second he dips into the nightclub.
     First: he hasn't missed people. That's weird, considering how much he used to hide within the mass, how accustomed he grew to it, always being around someone, near someone, seeking out people because he didn't want to be alone. Now, the idea of being alone is foreign: an abstract idea that no longer applies to him. He has, of course, interacted with various people in the time in between; just... nothing of similar scale. Nothing as filled. The music and air are a different concern, almost enough to make him turn back immediately. Why has he come here in the first place? It's a bad idea. It's going to become messy. There's blood on his hands now (metaphorically), and if this ended aggressively —
     Well, lets hope the evacuation plan of this place would work out in such a case.
     But: there's something different. The longing to be remembered, to just talk to anyone that even knew him still (when he himself barely did) and maybe — well, maybe he's lost in the struggle between hiding from people spread all over the planet, and a vendetta only partly of his own will, and it doesn't hurt to have something akin to a friendly face.
     Akin. He's sure Lance would not be happy to see him after all this time, but that's fine, too. That would just add to the list of other debts to be repaid. It doesn't matter much anymore.
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     When he exhales, he can almost see a few black dots in the lights and the thick air, but it might just be inside his mind. Leaning back against the bar. He's not going to actively seek for the other. If he's here, he'll know within seconds. If he's not, probably as well. Leaving it all up to him.
     What is he even thinking about saying, anyway? "Sorry I went and left for so long, I kind of actually ended up dying?" Yeah, sure.
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tatbro-a · 3 years
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"...I'm not a slut."
you know. for the record
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kxruyucua · 3 years
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hc: @themechaneer came up with the idea and i totally approve and need this to be official: jayden plays the bongos cat when he wants to pass the time or to annoy lance @fourrarri , he has so many cat apps and games and this is a good and must have addition!
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gracie-bird · 3 years
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Princess Grace of Monaco cuts the four-candled cake at Monaco on April 19, 1960, as the former screen star and her husband, Prince Rainier III, celebrate their fourth wedding anniversary.
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only-we · 3 years
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@fourrarri​
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“It smells like John’s expensive taste in here...”
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whitetail-wheaty · 3 years
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@fourrarri​
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“You’re like my favourite rich person, Lance. So once I started and lead the revolution against the elite, I will make an exception for you.”
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tatbro · 3 years
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Visibly startling at the touch, Jason whirls. Hand up, fist raised, knife in hand. Sure, it was swiped from the bar from someone having left it there and currently still had flecks of sauce, but it was better than nothing.
The survival in his eyes took a moment to die down, remember where he was. Remember just who THIS was.
Lance. Alpha. Back down.
"Santiago said I had 'work' today anyway."
The hangover (and still remnants of drunkenness) is strong, but showing weakness in the wild only earns you death. Jason knows bettee. Jason has learned that doing what Lance asks is the path of least resistance. And possibly, reward.
Now if only he could choke down that pride sucessfully.
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"What kind of 'adventure'?"
@fourrarri
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helenaiism · 3 years
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                   Lance: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.                       Helena: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.                      Lance: Absolutely not.
                                               &&                       Helena:  Don’t worry I have a few knives up my sleeve.                       Lance: I think you mean cards.                       Helena, pulling knives out of her sleeves: No I do not.
                                    @fourrarri said:  📜📜📜 😈 -- for incorrect quotes.
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hebakes · 3 years
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@fourrarri cont from x
It would have not bothered him even in the slightest had the place been crowded and the space between them too little to avoid a small accident, but it is not the case, there is plenty of space for them to hop on whatever stool they like without the little bump that leads to the unfortunate small consequence of his drink spilling onto the fabric of his clothes. The bartender is busy making another drink to notice and help, so he helps himself, a deep exhalation escapes his nose as he places the glass on the counter with annoyance, he is definitely not happy with it, but he is not going to start a fight for it now, not when he turns and sees the man in such state. As he gets into the ground and off his stool, he uses a tissue to dry the spot a little. ❝ Whatever it is that’s bothering you, I hope it’s solved soon, but please, do be more careful next time! ❞ It is obvious that his words are directed at them, but he doesn’t wait for a reply before he retreats into the toilets, dealing with the small mess on his now taken off top, washing the remnants off.
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stainedpast · 3 years
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@fourrarri : x
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They lose the grip on their weapon of choice, the one that has been cutting flesh as if in a morgue, how SAVAGE, but now is not the time to share opinions and criticism, it’s time to think, to act rationally in a situation where his life is probably going to end, hopefully not the same way as the poor man lying on the ground in their own pool of blood.
Their words bring nothing akin to reassurance, only more worry, more THREATS, and then they ask for his name, he doesn’t intend on taking too long to answer, but in his mind, he is calculating: it is not a bright idea to share his name, yet, the contrary isn’t really a brilliant one either; he is a famous neurosurgeon, not only in his country but worldwide as well, he has ID on him, it would be too easy for the other to just search him and grab it once found, and being BUSTED with a lie usually doesn’t work well with killers, especially the ones as UNSTABLE as them. “ Felix.. ” A full name is what they probably asked for, he knows it, but stalling can be useful sometimes; one never knows what could happen in a split of an added second. Now his gaze has already wandered to the man on the ground the moment he got there, yet he does it again, rechecking for any signs of life: nothing, it would be foolish to even look for a pulse. His face doesn’t reflect fear, only worry and some anger; murder has never been on his Likes list.
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apostlc-a · 3 years
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@fourrarri​ :  “ my best relationship was with myself ”
planting gardens in graves
     Hᴇ ᴡɪsʜᴇs he could say he was surprised. Really. He wishes there was even the smallest amount of himself that hears that statement and thinks "Oh, well, that's unexpected". But it's not really, and in another universe, it wouldn't bother him either. Not jealousy right now (he still thinks he should be pretty much everyone's focus point, but hey, they gotta take care of themselves too), but he has a vague knowledge of Lance's relationship towards himself being less than... great, and. Fuck, is he worried? No, no, shut that shit down. Just because you sleep with the guy and not quite live with him but spend way too much time near him doesn't mean you have to care about him. Keep that shit on tight lockdown.
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     "I thought it was with your cars."
     He's absolutely and definitely not going to ask and delve deeper into this particular mess.
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tatbro-a · 3 years
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Shit. Shit shit shit shit fuck SHIT.
He'd come to the wrong place, wrong time, wrong fucking person. And to think, back in society, he was trying to STOP the chaos and madness that had consumed him on Rook.
Heartbeat pulsing in his ears, breath steady and nonchalant despite the terror that thrummed through him, Jason shrugged. Looking disinterested.
He was this deep in now. First plane out of the area, he was fucking ON it.
"Hey hey-- easy."
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"I just wanted to know if you needed help. Trash bag you were lugging looked heavy, and I like dumpster diving. One man's trash, yanno?"
God he hoped the fucker didn't call his bluff.
@fourrarri con't
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kxruyucua · 3 years
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@themechaneer said jayden is smitten with lance and now jay has an internal crisis like ‘nah i’m not! ——am i?’
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themechaneer · 3 years
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Lance: I prevented a murder today.
Joel: Really? How’s you do that?
Lance: Self control. 😎
Joel: . . . Proud of you baby.🖤
—— @fourrarri
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trcstfunded-a · 3 years
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@fourrarri​  >>  starter  call
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        he  makes  a  habit  of  keeping  lance’s  glass  topped  up,  their  dynamic  built  on  a  happy  buzz  once  they’re  drunk    (    rather  than  when  they’re  sober  and  miserable    ).    so  rafe  is  QUICK  TO  OFFER  THE  BOTTLE  over  when  the  other  is  running  low.  a,  somewhat,  charming  smile  tugging  at  the  corners  of  his  mouth.        ‘        -    so,  i’m  taking  some  time  off  work  next  week,  what  does  your  schedule  look  like?  think  you  can  squeeze  in  a  trip  abroad  with  me?        ’
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