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swift-wind-alchemist replied to your post “swift-wind-alchemist replied to your post “//I’m on that weird side of…” Yo, where do you work??? Dog groomer. Meet Teddy the Standard Poodle. Complete dork and thinks he’s a small lap

swift-wind-alchemist replied to your post “˜±(I hope it shows, the mobile app sucks.)” OH MY GOD. “And another one for Jenny and the wimp.”

swift-wind-alchemist replied to your post “((Well, considering that you tag asks with “Liz answers”, I’m going to assume that your name is Liz. But the real question is… do you know mine???))” *whiny sobbing as the mun runs

swift-wind-alchemist replied to your post “swift-wind-alchemist replied to your post “((Well, considering that…” Eight letters. Often shortened to five or three. Fifth most popular girl’s name in the state of California in the year

swift-wind-alchemist replied to your post “No cigarettes” Them’s fightin’ words. Either that or he’ll gnaw on your leg until he gets them back or the leg comes off. >_>

swift-wind-alchemist replied to your post “Your dad can say whatever he pleases when he wants to, divorce or not. The fact that you’re 24 and can’t come to terms with the fact that your parents no longer have to baby you is kind of sad.

swift-wind-alchemist replied to your post: //I am alive, my wonderful followers. … LIZ HAS GOT A KNIFE, I’M GETTING THE FUCK OUTTA HERE. Honestly, I’m only a danger to myself.

swift-wind-alchemist reblogged your post and added: THIS happened. wut

swift-wind-alchemist replied to your post “swift-wind-alchemist reblogged your post and added: THIS happened. …” A whole tag dedicated to Jean Havoc. I see no problem here. It was the one of him playing with the panties that did me in.

swift-wind-alchemist replied to your post “™› Eyyyyyyyyyy.” I feel like this accurately represents us. Dancing our pain away because our muses are killing us. No kidding!

swift-wind-alchemist replied to your post “Then I think I can call this a success.” Gentle late night kisses as they watch their babies sleep. Jean essentially turns into Hughes and has pictures of his family everywhere. Erika wonders how she managed

swift-wind-alchemist replied to your post “seven—drunken—pirates replied to your post “//First off, my overnight…” “LADY, DON’T YOU DARE.” ((I’m sorry about her.)) //He already has endured a nut kick in the past.

swift-wind-alchemist: A few seconds that which felt like an eternity passed between the time she knocked on the door and the time it finally opened. She took a deep breath as she waited to see him, to see the first good thing she’d seen in a while.

swift-wind-alchemist: She nodded once as she stepped inside. “Thanks, I’ve been walking all night, so it’s nice to finally be warm.” She then turned to face him and smiled. It was nice to finally see him again, even if he was clearly all worn

swift-wind-alchemist: She let out a sudden, cold laugh. “Nine months! Damn, it felt like an eternity! But only nine months? That’s crazy.” She then sighed, and relaxed in her seat. “Anyway, I guess I could start off by showing you something.”

swift-wind-alchemist: “Twelve months!” She laughed again and brought her hands up to her forehead. She just couldn’t believe it. She had been gone a year, no wonder she had lost track of the days. Her whole life had been controlled the

swift-wind-alchemist: “The shit they did to me…,” she choked, crumpling into Jean’s arms as he pulled her to him. “God, why me? What did I do? Why couldn’t they just let me die?” She continued to sob, practically melting

swift-wind-alchemist: She didn’t have the time or the energy to react when Jean lifted her up. She was silent as he carried her to the couch and sat down wih her curked in his arms. He suggested that she sleep, and she finally realized just how exhasted

swift-wind-alchemist replied to your post “Headcanon: Jean is a classically trained piano player.” Jean serenading Erika. Jean playing piano and Erika singing along. JEAN PLAYING LULLABIES WHEN THEIR BABY GETS FUSSY. STOP IT! YOU’RE STRESSING

swift-wind-alchemist: A tiny smile came to her lips at his comforting words, but that quickly faded upon hearing his question. She was silent for several moments as her head ran in circles, remembering the blurry details of the weeks leading up to that

swift-wind-alchemist: luckied: “Drachma? I wouldn’t know the first thing about that country,” Jean responded, tilting his head to look into Erika’s eyes. “I mean, I know you understand their language and everything else, but…what

swift-wind-alchemist: luckied: Jean inhaled a deep breath to calm himself, knowing he had to do this for her. He didn’t want to seem selfish and instead opt to stay in North City and live in the mountains - like many others did - but he had to do

swift-wind-alchemist: luckied: “Okay, okay,” Jean soothed, trying to calm her. “I won’t tell him.” At this point, he felt utterly useless with his ideas being shoved to the side due to her fear and trauma she had been through.

swift-wind-alchemist replied to your post “™›” A LITTLE BIT. Hahaha! Okay. Jean’s the one with the computer. He’s going about his own dorky business, whatever it is, and Erika comes along and either scolds him or sees what he’s

swift-wind-alchemist: luckied: Jean shook his head firmly at her words. “No, you’re not being selfish. You’re scared and paranoid. Whatever hell you went through, I want to help you feel safe.” Carefully placing Erika on the couch and moved

swift-wind-alchemist: luckied: Jean gave Erika a reassuring smile as he brought the now warmed up left over pizza to her, sitting next to her. “It’s okay,” he whispered, his fingers gently tucking lose strands of hair behind her ear. “I’m

swift-wind-alchemist: His fingers were warm against her face, and she took a deep breath as he touched her. She closed her eyes in an attempt to fight the tears she could feel coming on, but she ultimately failed. The tears streamed down her face, and

swift-wind-alchemist: luckied: “Easy now,” Jean whispered as Erika started to crumble again, gently taking a hold of her wrists. “I’m not saying we should leave now and I wouldn’t do that to you, not so soon after being on the

swift-wind-alchemist: She continued pacing until Jean grabbed her shoulders and stopped her. She stared up at him with a terrified look in her eyes. He kept telling her that she was safe, that nothing would happen, and although she wanted to, she just

swift-wind-alchemist: She didn’t object as she was lifted off the ground and carried away. All her energy was suddenly gone, and she knew she needed to sleep. And tonight, she was with Jean. She would be safe, and she could relax. She could worry about

swift-wind-alchemist replied to your post “//Feeling shitty and currently avoiding all meme messages and drafts….” SIMS 3 IS WHERE IT’S AT. Yeah, everyone tells me that, but my computer can’t handle it. Frankly, I love sims 2

swift-wind-alchemist replied to your post “swift-wind-alchemist replied to your post “//Feeling shitty and…” Wait, how old is your computer? It's actually quite young and a laptop, but my last one had the same amount of space and couldn’t

swift-wind-alchemist: luckied: Jean’s fingers gently stroked her cheek and listened to her speak. “I missed you, too,” he whispered back. “We’re here together and you’re safe. It wasn’t your fault for causing me to worry. There’s nothing

swift-wind-alchemist: After a well deserved night of sleep, her eyes slowly opened as she woke up. Her first reaction was to frantically feel around the bed to make sure the night before hadn’t just been a cruel dream, and she let out a sigh of relief

swift-wind-alchemist: luckied: Jean sighed contently in his sleep and held Erika closer. Unconsciously, he knew it wasn’t a pillow he was holding, but a living and breathing person he had sought out for months…almost a year, looking for his loved

swift-wind-alchemist: “Oh, Jean…. I’m enjoying this too, but I want to go take a bath.” She moved her hand back up and ran her fingers through his hair. “We can continue this when I’m done.” She managed to wriggle out from

swift-wind-alchemist: luckied: Jean groaned in protest as she moved away and tried to grab a hand or an arm to pull back against him. “I don’t care if you smell like you haven’t had a shower in years, I don’t want you leaving,” he grumbled,

swift-wind-alchemist: luckied: “Still have your clothes? I’ve held a few of them close when trying to sleep at night so I at least had your smell next to me,” He admitted, with a small blush on his face. “They’re still in the drawer,

swift-wind-alchemist: She practically skipped to the bathroom, and she quickly made to fill the tub with water. As she undressed and dropped her clothes to the floor, it became clear just how covered in scars she really was. The most noticable were the

swift-wind-alchemist replied to your post “Got he biggest mother fucking headache and so much shit to do today….” Do you have any of those migraine relief pills? The ones that have acetaminophen, aspirin, and caffeine. Or could it be a sinus

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