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A scowl appeared on the girl's face at her mother's words. Anna had thought she had gotten better at lying, but apparently she had some sort of tell she was unaware of but Jess knew. Letting out a sigh, she put her hands in front of her in defeat.

Without blinking, she would have left two messages. The first a letter for Nadia to read when she was old enough that told her how she loved her, and how it wasnt Katerina's choice to give her up. How she hoped she found a good family who raised her better than a foolish girl like her could have done on her own.

@crispyblonde asked: ‘sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt, you just looked sad.’ // idk which meme this is still lmao but if u can find it // accepting!

"then get up and do something, jessica."

john's always been pro-action, it's easier, moving instead of reflecting. he's sure she's had more than enough reflection herself.

Shrugging through a quiet laugh, Cas set his glass down and pushed his fries towards Jess before grabbing his glass again to use it as a shield in front of his mouth. “Look— the fact is they’ve been eyeballing you ever since they sat down. All I’m saying is everyone deserves a threesome at least once in their life.” He laughed again, taking a quick swig of his root beer and fluttering his lashes at Jess teasingly. “Ok, ok, how about this? If it makes you feel better, I’ll take back my dibs on the cuter one.” He winked at Jess, teasing again as he brushed his hands on his pants.

@crispyblonde​ asked : THE MICKLE! THE MICKLE FOR AZZIE

Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart...

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗 (he dresses sharp! lmao.)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗(they’re super close and she loves that they are. )

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗 (she’d bang ;3)

bake a cake from scratch |   ride a horse   |   drive a submarine   |   speak a second language  |   dance  | catch a fish  |   play an instrument |   throw a punch   |   build a deck   |   ice skate   |   unclog a drain  |  program a computer   |   change a flat tire   |  fire a gun  |  sew  |   juggle   |   play poker   |   paint   |  fly a kite  |   sculpt   | write poetry   |   change a diaper |  sing   |   shoot a bow and arrow |  ride a bike  |   swim  |   sail a boat   |   do a backflip   |   play chess   |  give cpr  |   pitch a tent |   flirt |   stitch a wound   |   read palms   |   use chopsticks   |   write in cursive calligraphy   |   use an electric drill   |   braid hair |   make a campfire |   make a mixed drink  |   do sudoku puzzles  |   wrap a gift   |   give a good massage  |   jump-start a car |  roll their tongue   |   do magic tricks   |  do yoga   |   tie a tie |   skip a rock   |   shuffle a deck of cards  |   read morse code   |  pick a lock   |   fly a plane   |   train a dog/cat   |   fix a car   |   apologize |   write a business letter   |   write in a second language   |   say the alphabet backwards   |  read music |   cook complex meals  |   change oil   |   paint nails  |  draw |   socialize |   march   |   take apart a gun   |   drive a rig   |   operate a tank   |  climb a tree  |   rock climb  |   tie a cherry stem   |   basic first-aid   |   draw blood   |  put out a fire

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        the one time that he wanted had convinced himself to actually go to sleep was far more eventful than he had liked. while ky didn’t need to sleep, he still did it every once in a while… to feel like he wasn’t slipping away. to maybe feel something different when he woke up. though, all he found this time wasn’t what he could call memories, but rather… what could happen if he was dragged back to hell.

       he went there voluntarily once, but soon learned no one deserved to go there. nor did he ever want to go back. still, he knew that it was quite possible that it would happen - especially with his ex’s, and the other’s he’s pissed off over the years. 

           “i’m fine.” a lie, he wasn’t fine, and every single fiber of his body was on edge. he just couldn’t focus properly on anything around him. a reason to why he gripped the sheets tightly; anything to keep him stable. to keep him from slipping back to more…violent urges. 

           “i just…” a deep sigh escaped his lips. “it’s complicated.”