Magic and Fangs | Michelle | Incomplete

xxwelcometooursillylifexx:

owenalexander:

xxwelcometooursillylifexx:

Michelle nodded in agreement. “That is true.” She smiled. 

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She then watched him take a Pay Day while she snagged a Coffee Crisp. She let out a small laugh. “Is that so? Is that what it said in those commercials to get you to buy the chocolate?” She asked with a chuckle.

"Absolutely not! I have experienced these wonders personally. They are incredible."

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"I see, well I must try this bar one day then if it really does strengthen your powers to ten folds." She chuckled. "What shall we do after this?"

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"Absolutely," he grinned and lifted his wrist. Eyes and mind cogitated the rest of the evening’s schedule. "Ooh, my show is coming on! I have to leave after this."

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woodendreams:

Takachiho Gorge, Japan (by Yasumitsu Yamanaka)

woodendreams:

Takachiho Gorge, Japan (by Yasumitsu Yamanaka)

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#natural   

1690s book with filigree silver binding - National Library of Sweden

This binding is an exquisite example of Danish filigree technique
from the 1690s.It belongs to the National Library’s Huseby
Collection and was once owned by Karren Mogensdotter Skoug.
Her name and the year 1692 are engraved on the inside of the clasps. -(x)

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laughterkey:

hedgehog-goulash7:

cnuculator:

writhing pile of cat children. disgusting

The purrs are deafening

Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh.

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Rose | Incomplete

stilessister:

owenalexander:

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"As you wish."

Thank you Owen.

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"Any time!" 

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Crossroads | Garrett | Incomplete

thecursedmoon:

owenalexander:

The pause between them struck Owen uncomfortable—perhaps this man was a lone wolf. But Garrett laughed and eased, and when a location was suggested, blue eyes sparked. “It sounds like an adventure. It will be great.”

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A few more feet, and angled wood caught blue eyes. “Hey, what’s that?”

     ”That thing?” Garrett repeated questioningly as he pointed upward towards Owen’s gaze. His arm dropped and he patted Owen on the shoulder. “A treehouse, for guests,” he grinned rather kindly. His stomach flipped as he was unsure if he should lead Owen through the path to his actual home or around back to the treehouse. 

"You hungry? Thirsty?" He questioned.

Disbelief widened blue eyes. “—That’s your place?” Excitement followed. “Hell yes!” Owen scanned the bits he could. “I have a few snacks and water with me, but I would love to see it.”

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Anywhere but Here | Lexi | Incomplete

ask-lexi-branson:

owenalexander:

Owen grinned. “A bit of an exaggeration. I’ve only got one condition—snag me a pop from the cooler.” He pointed behind him with his thumb before popping the trunk. Were there angels on Earth? It was plausible if there were vampires and shape-shifters everywhere. 

The nomad returned, and Owen leaned over to open her door. “You got a name, miss?”

She nodded, still in slight disbelief over the fact that he was that easy going. Walking to the trunk, she grabbed one of the cans from the cooler and brought it back from him. “If only all conditions were that easy,” she said with a laugh, throwing her tiny duffle back onto the floor of the passenger seat.

"Doesn’t everyone?" The blonde gave a grin to show she was only teasing. "I’m Lexi. Lexi Branson."

"Ooh, Miss Zingy over here."

"Owen Alexander." He stuck out his hand. "Pleasure to meet you. I am going to North Carolina—are you heading that way?"

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White Dude Moves | Lance | Incomplete

novamxvitam:

owenalexander:

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"It works." Owen smiled carelessly and drank when Lance glanced (what a great rhyme). 

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"I guess I’ve got a knack; why not."

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    “We’ve all got somethin’ to brag about, and us dudes gotta have the skill, or else we’re just another gaggle of pricks for chicks to tell to piss off.” He laughed.

The drunkard raised his bottle and sang to the rhythem of “Deep and Wide”, “Priiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicks for chicks! Priiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicks for chicks! Or we’re another gaggle of pricks for chicks!”

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Rose | Incomplete

stilessister:

owenalexander:


"Yes, ma’am." 

Fine I won’t call you Sir anymore but don’t call me ma’am

"As you wish."

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