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#( X pics. ) #lol me too bruh

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[text → sent 3:21 pm]: Alright in that case.. [text → sent 3:22 pm]: I get the laptop weekdays and you get weekends, each hour is extra cash, and double that if any clothes come off. Deal? 😎

[text → sent 3:18 pm]: You can’t keep the laptop, but I’d be willing to work out a custody arrangement.  [text → sent 3:18 pm]: That’s the beauty of it: they live all the way out in California. All you have to do is Skype with them for like an hour… maybe two. Please, please, please, please, pleaseeeee?

#( X t: dakota ) #i don't believe

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“Makes sense.” Talan nodded, arms folding across his chest for the time being. “That sucks about the farms.They’re pretty cool animals and at least I’ve heard they really don’t care to mess with us either." Living and working within the city’s busiest area, you caught conversations in passing all the time. “I mean probably would have been different if my air boat did sink in the bayou one of the times I was there but you know.” That ultimately would have been his bad. 

“I hear you on that. She better keep saying she got her money’s worth out of it all.” He stated in a light-hearted manner but at the same time, tried not to let his expression falter, considering what had happened shortly thereafter. Quickly sliding his drink towards him, he hastily downed a sip. He shouldn’t and didn’t care, that’s what he was set on telling himself. It’d be stupid otherwise.

“If I had to guess I’d say Florida wins on the gators. They have the everglades, which is like 1 million acres of land give or take a few. However, if we’re going on the unwild route probably here. There’s a lot of alligator farms, sadly.” She slightly hinted at her distaste for the animal skin but left as much as her opinion out of it in fear that Talan wouldn’t agree. She may be passionate about keeping the fur and skin of animals away from her body, but she never wanted to push her belief on other people because it always starts an argument she hated to get into. 

“I bet on only a couple, and not that much. I like charity but I’m not that full of money you know?” She laughed, still wondering how someone even had enough money to bet as much as they did on him. He was handsome, and it was for a good cause but holy shit, was that enough for a car. 

#( X c: violet )

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#( X pics. ) #we got this boo #swerve fakers

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( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( Text → Wes ): txhis is why you don’t leave me hganing at mario karjt( Text →  Wes ): cmoe backkk

#wesleyxstevens #( X meme. ) #( X answered. ) #i can t

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( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.

( Text → Kota ): I’ll take that sort of as a compliment? wtf though 😂 😐  ( Text → Kota ): Who are they( Text →  Kota ): I mean deal if I get the laptop and you come as my Nev

#dakotacrawford #( X meme. ) #( X answered. ) #fuck omg #if we threaded this #i would actually die

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( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( Text → Wes ): Dude that was beautiful is the Dalai Lama tripping out over there too? 😆( Text → Wes ): But really get it inked 👍( Text →  Wes ): Swear I’m on my way now

#wesleyxstevens #( X meme. ) #( X answered. ) #these bros w the dalai lama jfc #don e

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( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( Text → Wren ): btu( Text → Wren ): i am ice csraem( Text →  Wren ): you find qit??

#wrenxevergreen #( X meme. ) #( X answered. ) #the ice cream situation #is a running thing now lmao

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@katherine-lannister

As it was Talan’s turn to get the next round sent over, he currently made his way towards the bar Even though vacation in Florida had come and gone, getting back to the un-wind grind of Bourbon Street after ending work at Jester’s definitely wasn’t difficult. Approaching the counter, he signaled the bartender before turning the opposite way, spotting a familiar face. “Sup stranger?” He nudged Kat’s shoulder. “No karaoke encore tonight? You killed the game in Florida.” 

#( X c: katherine ) #omg ok hope this isn't too terrible

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“Nice. So who’s really got more snakes and gators then? Here or the Florida swamps you checked out?” Although, maybe it was the same thing, different name. Regardless, it was pretty interesting. “I always thought the bayou was cool. I’ve been on the airboats there.” He shrugged. “What can I say? Got to give you bidders the props though. We racked up that cash. But I’ve been getting back to the grind. Which isn’t too bad living here.”

“I have actually, and it’s gorgeous. I found a few snakes peeping up out of the water.” She smiled at the memory, and how calming the chirps and calls of the animals sounded. “I might have done a little bit in Florida also, I just can’t help myself.” Violet watched Talan, smiling slightly as she realized she probably sounded like a bit of a nerd. “What have you been up to since then? I heard you raised a good amount of money too. You must be popular.”

#( X c: violet )

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Talan’s head tilted slightly in momentary thought, shrugging. “Yeah that, and you didn’t exactly say I couldn’t pick the older person either.” He stated a matter of fact-ly, taking another drag before handing it back over. “Alright. Alright. But I’m taking that as a yes. --  Ok how about..would you rather have no choice but to make constant elephant sounds each time you get turned on or never get turned on at all?” 

Devyn wrinkled her nose as she looked at him, her feet up on the dash and a bottle of beer between her thighs. “I mean, that’s all fine, but could you really keep it up and hard.” Her brow raised. “or are you just going to think of someone else to get you through it?” She then scoffed when he tried to turn it around on her. “No, no, no, that was my question to you. You need to ask me a new one.”

#( X c: devyn )

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“Ouch. I’m kinda hurt by that doubt.” Cracking a grin, Talan purposely bumped his shoulder against hers at that. Taking her coat when handed over at him, he casually threw it over one shoulder, taking his wallet out. “Wait, we’re cashing in on that Mustang at your shop, remember? Right?” He reminded while placing twenty inside the machine to boot it up while Harley got herself situated in the seat. At least, he thought he’d mentioned that? “Ok, you ready? Pedal to the metal now.” 

Harley scoffed at him as she rose from her chair and made her way towards the row of slots. One way or another, she’d leave with some money tonight. Even if she had to get her tits out or dig her hand into someone’s pocket. There was no way around it. “You better be sure about that one.” Her hand shot up towards his chest before she shrugged her jacket off and handed it to him. “Put something on the line, I always work better under stress. What are we gonna do with the money if I get it.”

#( X c: harley )

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TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.

#( X meme. ) #a+

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@violet--paige

“So really, what do you do besides having some legit billiards cheating skills?” Talan asked, clearly referencing the papers she’d been feverishly working at earlier before momentarily pausing. “--- Wait. I think I remember now. We talked in Florida.” He knew she seemed pretty familiar from the get-go. “Into nature, right? You hit up the bayou around here a lot?”

#( X c: violet ) #hope this is ok #he's fascinated with the bayou lmao #so i just went with it

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“Good. That’s what I was going for.” Talan nodded with a grin, taking pride in the fact that Darla’s expression shifted from one of bored skepticism to one of hinted awe at the successful trick. Though hearing the blonde’s question while sliding the card back on the deck’s top, he shook his head with a teasing click of his tongue. “Exactly. Except it’s not a code. It’s just knack, D. But who knows? I’d say you might have what it takes. I mean, if we’re going off that limbo game in Florida.” 

Darla had engaged on the man’s card game, not really paying attention to what was going on there, she was simply bored out of her mind and Talan approached with the premise of something she could be doing. She had seen tricks of the sort go wrong a number of times not to completely believe them, but as he exposed her card she was somewhat impressed. “Now, that was something I wasn’t expecting,” she smiled. “Are you gonna tell me how you did it or there’s some kind of magician code?”

#( X c: darla )

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“Pretty sure. If the commercials were right.” Talan shrugged with matching grin in return. “I hear you on that though. Netflix is now the way to go.” He nodded, bunching the card deck together, hearing her request. “Think I’ve got something up in my sleeve. -- Holy shit, look!” Pointing the other way, he swiped two shots, handing one over. “You’re welcome. So, to no responsibilities?” Purposely mimicking her from earlier, he hovered his glass up for a clank.

“It did just come out didn’t it,” Wren said with a small smile towards the other man. She was always behind on movies unless it was something to do with Marvel or Nicholas Sparks, “Maybe i’ll need to look for that one online some time to watch, you now-when I actually have time,” she said with a smirk. “Any way you can make all my responsibilities disappear? Now that would be worthy of a movie,” she said, finishing with a small sigh.

#( X c: wren )

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Aimlessly shuffling the cards randomly again between his fingers, Talan’s headed tilted teasingly as if thinking about the brunette’s incessant prying to be let in on some answers behind the trick. Truthfully though, these were his favorite reactions as it actually just meant he’d definitely been nothing but successful with it. And he even was no pro magician or anything at that. “Alright. Maybe. But that all depends how many free drinks I’d get back?” 

“Oh, come on!” Dakota pressed, still trying to figure out how she managed to miss whatever had been done to make the trick happen. “You can’t just do something like that and then not explain how it’s done..” As Dakota’s voice trailed off, she had a brief flashback of a childhood birthday party she’d attended with a magician who had told her something about never revealing the secrets to his tricks. “I mean, alright, maybe not just out right tell me, but can I get a hint?”

#( X c: dakota )