so true

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There's a big difference between charity and between activism and philanthropy. They're very different things and I think, you know, everybody should find a passion or a cause that they can really get behind, but it has to be organic.

She started nodding before realizing he couldn't see her, "I will, promise. I'll send you my location." she offered, pulling the phone from her ear and putting it on speaker, to ping her location to his phone. The hint of a smile that had been resting on her lips fell quickly when he spoke again and sounded like he was about to finally let her have a piece of his mind, but instead his words pulled a brighter smile onto her lips. "How could I forget it." she said simply with a shrug. "Thank you." she paused for a moment before hanging up the phone, before she said something she shouldn't. When he arrived, the blonde turned, a bit of surprise finding her features even as she offered a small smile. "I wasn't sure you'd actually come." she admitted honestly.

madison stepped out of the car, hands shoved into his pockets as he approached her, his expression caught somewhere between relief and that usual hint of irritation he wore like armor. he studied her for a second, taking in her slightly disheveled state, the faint signs of a long night. his lips pressed into a thin line, though his gaze softened as it settled on her. ‘ yeah, well, ‘course i did ’ he muttered, giving a slight shrug as if it were the most natural thing in the world. he shifted his weight, looking away for a second as if he were thinking through what he wanted to say, trying to rein in the worry that had been gnawing at him since her call. ' not like i was gonna let you fend for yourself out here.’ he glanced back at her, arching a brow, his voice low but not unkind. ‘ you look a little worse for wear, annie ’ he commented, the edge in his tone replaced by something closer to concern. ‘ now you wanna tell me what you were doing out here alone in the first place?’ before she could respond, he gestured toward the car, tilting his head. ‘c’mon, let’s get out of here. i’ll take you wherever you need to go.’ he paused, meeting her eyes as he added, almost reluctantly, ‘ and... you don’t need to thank me for this.’

His hand reaches up to grab hers when she taps his chest, his hold on her hand just a bit tighter than necessary. "Might be fun, ain't that smart." he reminded, before he pulled her in by the hold on her hand, eliminating any remaining distance between them as steely blue hues met her own. "You know I don't know the meaning a the word." he quipped referring to love, his smirk rising as he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. "Yer gonna be the bloody death a me, I swear." he commented, with a slight shake of his head as he released his grip on her hand.

mika let out a soft, triumphant laugh as he pulled her close, her fingers slipping away from his chest but her hand lingering on his shoulder as he pressed that kiss to her lips. she matched his smirk, eyes gleaming as she looked up at him, unphased by the sudden closeness—if anything, she thrived on it. ‘oh, don’t go getting dramatic on me now,’ she teased, voice dropping to a purr as her fingers traced along his shoulder, slow and deliberate. ' the bloody death of you?’ she repeated, her accent thickening as she leaned in, her lips hovering close to his ear. ‘and here i thought you liked a bit of danger.’ mika pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, one brow arching as her mouth curved into a wicked grin. ‘ besides, ches, smart was never the goal. ’ her eyes softened briefly, a rare glimmer of something more serious as her thumb brushed his jawline. ‘if it were, you’d have walked away a long time ago.’ she tilted her head, studying him, daring him to deny it. ‘so why don’t you quit pretending like you don’t enjoy every second of this?’ she challenged, leaning up to steal a quick, teasing kiss before pulling back with a quiet laugh. ‘after all, wouldn’t want you getting bored.’

subtly taking a few centering breaths, warren then entered his office and shut the door behind him, leaning on the edge of his desk. " so, " he set his jaw, " what makes you think it's appropriate to undermine me like that in front of a client ? talking about me fumbling ? do you see how that could be disrespectful ? how that could affect my rapport with them ? " he hated having these kinds of uncomfortable conversations, gaze settling on the curve of her neck, her exposed collarbone — anywhere but her pretty face.

she let her gaze soften, though, the edge fading just a bit. ' look, if that crossed a line, i’ll rein it in. ' a shrug, casual, like they were talking about the weather, raising to her feet the redhead moves swiftly , slowly, like predator to a prey, towards him, step by step as her piercing gaze stays on him this time, not looking away for a second. ' on another note jefe, do i . . . make you nervous ? '

ʚɞ  。 𑁯 ֺ         taking this job only to get out of the house, a short-lived sigh fell from isaac's lips. did he like kids? no. did he like sonya's? not really. though, he was tolerable. arms resting by both his sides, staring over at the woman with a blank-expression as she neared. "i don't condone sexual harassment between employer and employee, ms. mell." he stated bluntly, one hand lifting to halt her from moving any nearer. "did you ever see that shirt that reads 'i'm not the step dad. i'm the dad that stepped up'? well, i'm neither." continuing on as a smile pulled over his lips, bringing his risen hand to prop atop her shoulders. "you're a good, strong, single mother and ... i enjoy working for you, but i don't need you sucking my cock for me to feed your son. really, the cash-in-hand is fine. no need for you to have a cock-in-hand in return, boss." cooing the words sweetly, completely oblivious to how his words may have came across or sonya's feelings; that was just his nature. "so, do you mind making yourself scarce? i'm not going to steal your panties if that's what you were worried about."

a step is taken back as quickly as his words escalate, there's a puzzled expression upon sonya's features as she tilts her head to look at the other, arms crossed defensively. ' excuse me? ' it takes the brunette several minutes to realize all he had just said to her, eyes blink almost like she had been stung , hands reach to the back of her head rubbing it slightly, unsettled confusement still lingering in her thoughts. ' i was not - how dare you?! ' cheeks flush red at the accusation, leaves her speechless and angry, too angry to talk. ' i want you to leave. ' sharp tone, now facing the other way opposite to his.

ʚɞ  。 𑁯 ֺ         far too dependent on her ex, it was why she hadn't moved out; despite their break up being two months ago. the biggest hassle would always be trying to get hana to leave their home. still, she was finally trying. "yeah, but— i never met the guy, so i was gonna ask you to come with me, i don't even know what he looks like! i met him on a game, he told me he had a good apartment and i dunno how he looks ... so, i was gonna fake date him to move in. then, we don't gotta live together anymore. eh, i guess you could come visit. you can play games with me like you used to." huffing the words and feeling erik's intense gaze from the corner of her eye, she turned to look at him; annoyance plastered across her features. "what the skibidi, man. why the fuck are you sounding like shakespeare?" head cocking in confusion, before reaching out to prod out at his abdomen. "fuck, you're still fleshy ... you definitely haven't been replaced by an android, er-bear? right?" taking no chances, her finger prodded again. "what connection between us, bucko? i like and kinda love you, 'cause you're my er-bear." simple reasoning, but it made sense to her. "but, how can i get the new, good apartment if we're dating again? like, fuck my chungus life ... that's counterproductive. don't you want me to rot inside somewhere else?"

erik clenched his jaw, his frustration building as he listened to her casual reasoning. fake dating? moving in with some guy from a game? it was like every word she said hit him like a punch, and he struggled to keep his voice steady. 'are you serious right now? ' he said, his voice low but edged with impatience. ' you think i want you to just… disappear into some random guy’s apartment? someone you don’t even know, hana?' he shook his head, trying to hold himself back from saying something he’d regret. 'this isn’t some joke or game. you’re talking about moving out, leaving, with a stranger, just to get away from me?' he let out a bitter laugh, a twisted smile that didn’t reach his eyes. 'and "er-bear"? really? you think a nickname makes this easier for me to swallow? i get that i’m just "your er-bear" to you, but do you know what you are to me? do you even care?' he stepped closer, the intensity in his gaze piercing through her casual demeanor. he sighed, his shoulders slumping for a moment before he looked at her again, his voice softer but still laced with pain. 'i don’t want you to just rot somewhere else, hana. that’s the thing. i don’t want to watch you walk away. but you… you just don’t get it.'

Dave Bautista breaks down his tattoos - GQ 

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"i'm not a child. haunted houses are all a bit .. juvenile to me. give me a good reason why we should go." (@cuulprit)

' because i'm asking you? ' lips press onto a thin line as she tilts her head, almost taking it for granted that if she wants something, he should just comply. ' what hurt can it do? i've never done anything like it before, thought it could be fun? '