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I Hate To Do This Cause Im Not Here N It Feels Selfish Even Tho This Is Obvi More Serious But As U Know

i hate to do this cause im not here n it feels selfish even tho this is obvi more serious 😭 but as u know i recently moved, and i’m $300 short for the upcoming rent. ive asked available family for what they could spare so i promise asking here was my last resort!! any bit helps, thank u. msg for my paypal. my venmo is @/melodytrait, my cashapp is $melodytrait.

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8 months ago

" that's all rather subjective, hm? " he takes no offense, it's clear in his unwavering expression — still cold, though his shrug is relaxed. much worse has been whispered about him amongst other fae: a monster crafted from nightmares. he has been painted as the villain for as long as he can remember. the last choice he made of his own, to keep his court standing. " a high lord doesn't get the pleasure of doing what he wishes. disappointingly so. "

@rhysie said, ā you don't need a moral and noble story to do what you want. āž

@rhysie Said, You Don't Need A Moral And Noble Story To Do What You Want.

"no, i suppose you don't. that's how villains exist." she doesn't look at him when she says this. instead, thin fingers pick at a piece of lint on the sleeve of her dress. "are you a villain in someone's story?" the words are out of her mouth before she can think better of them. at least she has the decency to look embarrassed. watchful eyes assess him. "you look like the sort of person who does what they want. i have a feeling things usually go in your favor. am i wrong or did i misjudge you?"

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8 months ago

their worlds have been flipped upside down in the matter of seconds. the agonizing days that followed were no help: with no way of knowing when feyre would return home, or if she was even safe — both of his brothers remaining with the healers, cassian's wings still torn to shreds. elain and nesta's lives that they once knew, being ripped from them. that night ... rhysand had never felt so helpless, with azriel's blood pooling at their feet, cassian unable to even stand, feyre being their only way to salvation. for once, he was paralyzed, drowning in the dread of his worst fears coming to fruition.

and for nesta to be forced into all of this, taken to the other side of the wall that she held in such low regard, held captive in a life she had no desire for. he's known once what that feels like, to be trapped, to say goodbye to everything you once knew. perhaps there was some sort of hope, that maybe they could find common ground. it was a desperate attempt at keeping peace, extending an offer of some support, even if he knew the odds of her taking to him kindly weren't in his favor.

however, the crashing of porcelain and vitriol directed toward him cause that hope to fizzle out quickly. star-kissed wind readies to absorb any fragments that never quite make it, and rhysand stands unmoving. the light in his eyes is distant, a flicker of simmering rage that he blinks away, only for the sake of his mate. if he hadn't seen first hand how she treated feyre, the memories he's walked through, ( A COTTAGE IN THE WOODS : an older sister, eager to let the youngest take on the pressure of providing for everyone else, without lifting a finger. baring her teeth as she barks insults, looking down at her with pure resentment. ) and maybe if she weren't still behaving in that exact same manor, even now ... with feyre sacrificing the freedom she had just gained, all for her sake. his patience wouldn't be wearing so thin.

yet rhysand swallows all of that down, and instead waits it out as nesta goes through the motions. fingers pluck lint from the dark sleeve of his tunic, any softness on his face that might have once resembled sympathy, dwindles down to indifference akin to boredom. he doesn't even so much as glance towards the spoon, as it barely reaches his chest before clinking to the ground. there's only a flicker of amusement that lights up his features, for only a second, as her destruction backfires onto her. a rabid animal, indeed.

" whilst i admire the theatrics ... " a click of his tongue and with a graceful flick of the wrist, celestial darkness ripples across the room, swallowing the wreckage in one fell swoop. a disapproving look is shot her way, and rhysand merely shrugs. " i'm not here for you, though i know that may come as a shock. i came to see how elain is faring. " violet eyes once over the now spotless room, as shadows start to dissipate. " but i'm sure having to listen to this outburst of yours will prove to be very helpful in aiding her recovery. "

@rhysie — ā€œĀ  this didn’t have to happen.Ā  ā€

"do not speak to me about things which didn't have to happen!" nesta spat the words with all the venom she had been quite graciously biting back for too long. with them she launched the cup of tea that elain had once again ignored before wordlessly disappearing for the evening. it joined the shattered plate of food on the floor, but the mess of it seemed meagre in such a grand space. the venom had been blazing in her veins, tangling with the changes in her blood, and threatening to BURN THROUGH tissue and bone for weeks now. she could no longer stand the sensation of it scolding her throat while she forced herself to stay quiet.

it was all nesta could do to keep herself from spending every moment of her life, now dauntingly l o n g, screaming at the top of her lungs.

thus far it had been nothing but a series of events which "didn't have to happen". which should not have happened. each of them floated through her thoughts like a play with no ending, and she could feel her sanity slipping away from her along with any hope for normalcy.

she wondered if her sister was experiencing the same retelling of the worst moments of her life. if she'd withdrawn into herself because the re-enactments in her mind were far too loud for her to immerse herself in anything else; be that food, or nature, or conversation. elain was the sole reason she was able to maintain a sense of calm. she had hoped that by seeming serene, she may be able to coax her gentlest sister back. and with her return she may be able to relax for a few moments; to stop grinding her teeth with every breath. at the very least if her sister was okay she would be able to release just a little fragment of her FEAR. but as far as she could tell elain was only getting worse, and the chances of seeing feyre again seemed less promising with each passing day. being around her youngest sister, their salvation, was rarely a pleasant experience. she was certain it was even less so for feyre, but she found herself craving her presence. she couldn't help but think she was the missing piece in their puzzle; that if elain were to see her alive and well she would return to herself.

one thing was for certain, nesta's own presence was no help at all. sometimes she wondered if she was making things worse. her blood seemed to ROAR in agreement. afterall, when had she ever improved a dire situation? if feyre was a provider, elain a nurturer, then her own gift was destruction. a gift she suspected was exacerbated by the cursed cauldron. in that moment she she decided she would embrace it, cause carnage until finally the high lord took some kind of action. whether he got her sister back, or released her to the streets of velaris, she didn't care.

her blood sang as she reached for the cutlery and launched it across the lavish makeshift prison piece by piece. but nesta's aim was never very good - the best she could manage was to get a spoon to collide with his chest. it was laughable really, but she only felt like crying. a sound of frustration, gutteral and desperate, escaped her lips instead and as she grasped the now empty table and tossed it to one side she realised she was the FERAL CREATURE she'd always accused the youngest archeron of being. worst still, she wasn't even skilled at it. as the heavy table clattered to the ground, it crushed her toes.

pain coursed through her, but it was not entirely unpleasant, and without an ounce of the necessary care she pushed it away from her. nesta forced her features into a mask before finally glancing up at rhysand's violet eyes. it always struck her that he looked amused somehow; a never-ending sense of smugness surrounded him. nesta's nostrils flared, teeth once again clenching close, and she growled: "get out!"

she didn't have the right to demand that, or anything in his home, but her entitled nature was all she had left to cling to - so she would. her gaze became steely as she stared at him, daring him to do something; anything.


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7 months ago

song of achilles rp starters

by madeline miller. i altered some quotes so they fit betterĀ Ā ā™”

ā Ā i saw then how i had changed.Ā  āž ā Ā name one hero who was happy — you can’t. Ā āž ā Ā i feel like i could eat the world raw. Ā āž ā Ā you are half my soul, as the poets say. Ā āž ā Ā i have no need to forgive you. you cannot offend me. Ā āž ā Ā i do not fear ridicule. i never have. Ā āž ā Ā you have always trusted so easily; you have had so little in your life to fear or suspect. Ā āž ā Ā do you hear me? please, say something. Ā āž ā Ā your face is like quicksilver, always racing to something new. you unsettle me. Ā āž ā Ā you do not give things up so easily now as you once did. Ā āž ā Ā now i know how to make you follow me everywhere. Ā āž ā Ā i would know your face in dark or disguise. i would know it even in madness.Ā  āž ā Ā there is no law that gods must be fair. Ā āž ā Ā i have never seen anyone fight the way you do. Ā āž ā Ā our dead come for their vengeance regardless of witnesses. Ā āž ā Ā the sorrow was so large it threatened to tear through my skin. Ā āž ā Ā when you die, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with you. Ā āž ā Ā you were always better with words than i. Ā āž ā Ā i will never leave you. it will be this, always, for as long as you will let me. Ā āž ā Ā you smile, and your face is like the sun. Ā āž ā Ā i thought you were — something. you do not — you do not move like a human.Ā  āž ā Ā do you want to walk up to the woods?Ā  āž ā Ā you can’t be very wounded if you can stand for so long. Ā āž ā Ā there are no bargains between lion and men. i will kill you and eat you raw. Ā āž ā Ā we are like gods at the dawning of the world. Ā āž ā Ā nothing could eclipse the stain of this dirty, mortal mediocrity. Ā āž ā Ā i yearn for the darkness and silence of the underworld, where i can rest. Ā āž ā Ā those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that i felt anything at all. Ā āž āĀ  you seem utterly unaware of your effect on the people around you. Ā āž ā Ā it was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. it was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came. Ā āž ā Ā you are a weapon, a killer. do not forget it. Ā āž āĀ  i have heard that men who live by a waterfall cease to hear it — in such a way did i learn to live beside the rushing torrent of my doom. Ā āž ā Ā if you have to go, you know i will go with you. Ā āž ā Ā there is no one like you. Ā āž āĀ  we have given each other wounds, but they are not mortal. Ā āž ā Ā and perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.Ā  āž ā Ā who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty? it is enough to watch you win.Ā  āž āĀ  do not let what you have gained this day be so easily lost. Ā āž ā Ā you have killed them and taken your vengeance. it is enough.Ā  āž ā Ā no man is worth more than another, wherever he is from. Ā āž ā Ā strange that such a small kindness feels like grace. Ā āž ā Ā you can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature. Ā āž ā Ā i cannot bear to see you grieving. Ā āž āĀ  iĀ remember little more than scattered images from my life then. Ā āž ā Ā i would recognize you by touch alone, by smell; i would know you blind, by the way your breaths came and your feet struck the earth. i would know you in death, at the end of the world. Ā āž ā Ā i see a dozen men here ready to leap on each other’s throats. Ā āž ā Ā in my land a bow is marked as the weapon of cowards. Ā āž ā Ā you may still make a good person. Ā āž ā Ā you don’t bother to threaten me, yet. i should be worth threatening. Ā āž ā Ā the memories well up like springwater, faster than i can hold them back. Ā āž ā Ā i hoped that you would come. Ā āž ā Ā the voices of the dead were said to have the power to make the living mad. Ā āž āĀ  i have weathered the anger of gods before. Ā āž ā Ā i thought of how many nights i had lain awake in this room, loving you in silence. Ā āž ā Ā there is nothing in the world i want more than to know what you had not said. Ā āž ā Ā you will never gain fame from your fighting. does this surprise you?Ā  āž ā Ā my mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse: i wish for earthquakes, eruptions, flood. only that seems large enough to hold all of my rage and grief.Ā  āž ā Ā i will not cry in front of you. Ā āž āĀ  listen to me. you go too far in this. i will not be able to protect you.Ā  āž ā Ā there is no honor in betraying your friends. Ā āž ā Ā i’m afraid I have been prompted by a rare stirring of guilt. Ā āž ā Ā i promised myself that if i ever saw you again, i would keep my thoughts behind my eyes. Ā āž ā Ā i did not want you to see my fear, though normally we kept nothing from each other. Ā āž ā Ā gods and mortals never mix happily in our stories. Ā āž ā Ā you will be dead soon enough. Ā āž ā Ā you are destroying yourself. you will not be loved for this, you will be hated, and cursed. Ā āž ā Ā you left yourself today. and now you are returned. Ā āž ā Ā you are a better person than i. Ā āž ā Ā whatever you do, i shall stand with you, as i always have.Ā  āž ā Ā you have looked at me a thousand thousand times, but there is something different in this gaze, an intensity i do not know. Ā āž ā Ā my life is my reputation. it is all i have. Ā āž āĀ  may i give you some advice? if you are truly his friend, you will help him leave this soft heart behind. Ā āž ā Ā what are you thinking about?Ā  āž ā Ā even the boldest of people would whisper a prayer if they brushed against me. Ā āž ā Ā the keen edge of my envy was like flint, a spark away from fire. Ā āž ā Ā do you think we fight hopeless wars?Ā  āž ā Ā it is strange, that you would speak against betrayal. Ā āž ā Ā if every soldier killed only those who’d personally offended him, we’d have no wars at all. Ā āž āĀ  no one has ever tried to take something from me. Ā āž ā Ā stay behind me. Ā āž ā Ā will you help me put the rest of my armor on?Ā  āž āĀ  yourĀ face is blank and barren, like another language, impenetrable. Ā āž ā Ā i am here because i believe that we will win. i am staying until the end. Ā āž ā Ā your presence is like a stone in my shoe, impossible to ignore. Ā āž ā Ā he is not worthy of you. he never has been. Ā āž ā Ā will you tell me who hurt you?Ā  āž āĀ  it is like a nightmare; i expect, each moment, to wake to relief. but there is no waking. Ā āž ā Ā i do not need to prove myself to you. to any of you. Ā āž ā Ā you have always thought too much of yourself. Ā āž ā Ā some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. Ā āž ā Ā even here, behind the darkness of my eyelids, i cannot name the thing i hope for. Ā āž ā Ā our joy is so bright we can see nothing else but the other. Ā āž ā Ā you have a tender heart. an admirable quality, surely. Ā āž ā Ā you are spring, golden and bright. envious death would drink your blood, and grow young again. Ā āž ā Ā i will not be the raven on your shoulder all the time, predicting gloom. Ā āž ā Ā you look different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight. Ā āž ā Ā when there is greed, there is hope.Ā  āž ā Ā i could have told you more, of the dreams that leave me bleary and bloodshot, the almost-screams that scrape my throat as i swallow them down. Ā āž ā Ā you are angry, and not without reason. Ā āž āĀ  you feel mislead; you were promised victory. Ā āž ā Ā you know, it’s funny; i keep thinking i’ve seen you before. Ā āž


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8 months ago

šŸšŸŽšŸŽ š‘µš‘¶š‘µš‘½š‘¬š‘¹š‘©š‘Øš‘³ š‘·š‘¹š‘¶š‘“š‘·š‘»š‘ŗ . Ā  Ā ( Ā a Ā collection Ā of Ā 100 Ā nonverbalĀ  actionĀ  prompts .Ā  Ā matureĀ  andĀ  potentiallyĀ  triggeringĀ  themes Ā are Ā present . Ā  add Ā ā€œ + reverse ā€ Ā to Ā swap Ā assigned Ā roles .Ā )

āˆ— o1﹕ senderĀ  tucksĀ  hairĀ  outĀ  ofĀ  receiver’sĀ  face . āˆ— o2﹕ sender Ā offers Ā receiver Ā a Ā bite Ā from Ā their Ā fork . āˆ— o3﹕ senderĀ  placesĀ  theirĀ  feet / legsĀ  inĀ  receiver'sĀ  lap . āˆ— o4﹕ senderĀ  offersĀ  receiverĀ  anĀ  earbudĀ  toĀ  shareĀ  theirĀ  music . āˆ— o5﹕ senderĀ  comfortsĀ  receiverĀ  inĀ  theĀ  aftermathĀ  ofĀ  aĀ  nightmare . āˆ— o6﹕ senderĀ  givesĀ  receiverĀ  companyĀ  inĀ  theĀ  hospital . āˆ— o7﹕ sender Ā wraps Ā their Ā arms Ā around Ā a Ā hysterical Ā receiver Ā to Ā calm Ā them . āˆ— o8﹕ senderĀ  showsĀ  upĀ  atĀ  receiver’sĀ  homeĀ  lateĀ  atĀ  night . āˆ— o9﹕ senderĀ  fallsĀ  asleepĀ  leaningĀ  againstĀ  receiver . āˆ— 1o﹕ senderĀ  wieldsĀ  aĀ  [ gun / knife ]Ā  atĀ  receiver . āˆ— 11﹕ senderĀ  runsĀ  theirĀ  fingersĀ  throughĀ  receiver’sĀ  hair . āˆ— 12﹕ senderĀ  invitesĀ  receiverĀ  toĀ  dance . āˆ— 13﹕ senderĀ  takesĀ  aĀ  [ picture / video ]Ā  ofĀ  receiver . āˆ— 14﹕ senderĀ  placesĀ  theirĀ  headĀ  inĀ  receiver’sĀ  lap . āˆ— 15﹕ senderĀ  andĀ  receiverĀ  makeĀ  eyeĀ  contactĀ  acrossĀ  aĀ  busyĀ  room . āˆ— 16﹕ senderĀ  pushesĀ  receiverĀ  againstĀ  aĀ  wallĀ  toĀ  kissĀ  them . āˆ— 17﹕ senderĀ  andĀ  receiverĀ  cookĀ  together . āˆ— 18﹕ senderĀ  comesĀ  toĀ  receiverĀ  afterĀ  beingĀ  injured . āˆ— 19﹕ senderĀ  sitsĀ  inĀ  receiver’sĀ  lap . āˆ— 2o﹕ senderĀ  liftsĀ  receiver'sĀ  chin ,Ā  invokingĀ  eyeĀ  contact . āˆ— 21﹕ senderĀ  overtakesĀ  receiverĀ  inĀ  combat . āˆ— 22﹕ senderĀ  findsĀ  receiverĀ  [ injured / bloodied ] . āˆ— 23﹕ senderĀ  straightensĀ  anĀ  articleĀ  ofĀ  receiver’sĀ  clothes . āˆ— 24﹕ senderĀ  crawlsĀ  intoĀ  bedĀ  withĀ  receiver . āˆ— 25﹕ senderĀ  rollsĀ  theirĀ  eyesĀ  atĀ  receiver . āˆ— 26﹕ senderĀ  lightsĀ  receiver’sĀ  [ cigarette / joint ] . āˆ— 27﹕ senderĀ  isĀ  caughtĀ  wearingĀ  receiver'sĀ  clothes . āˆ— 28﹕ senderĀ  strikesĀ  receiverĀ  withĀ  aĀ  pillow . āˆ— 29﹕ senderĀ  writesĀ  aĀ  noteĀ  onĀ  receiver’sĀ  skin :Ā  [ note ] . āˆ— 3o﹕ senderĀ  wrapsĀ  aĀ  blanketĀ  aroundĀ  receiver’sĀ  shoulders . āˆ— 31﹕ senderĀ  runsĀ  andĀ  jumpsĀ  intoĀ  receiver’sĀ  arms . āˆ— 32﹕ senderĀ  shovesĀ  receiverĀ  outĀ  ofĀ  anger . āˆ— 33﹕ sender Ā hovers Ā over Ā receiver’s Ā shoulder Ā as Ā they Ā complete Ā a Ā task . āˆ— 34﹕ senderĀ  isĀ  foundĀ  byĀ  receiverĀ  somewhereĀ  theyĀ  shouldn’tĀ  be . āˆ— 35﹕ senderĀ  curlsĀ  upĀ  againstĀ  receiverĀ  inĀ  theirĀ  sleep . āˆ— 36﹕ senderĀ  isĀ  foundĀ  drunkĀ  byĀ  receiver . āˆ— 37﹕ senderĀ  throwsĀ  anĀ  itemĀ  ofĀ  sentimentĀ  bitterlyĀ  atĀ  receiver . āˆ— 38﹕ senderĀ  joinsĀ  receiverĀ  inĀ  theĀ  shower . āˆ— 39﹕ senderĀ  isĀ  caughtĀ  followingĀ  receiver . āˆ— 4o﹕ senderĀ  tracesĀ  oneĀ  ofĀ  receiver’sĀ  [ scars / bruises ] . āˆ— 41﹕ senderĀ  twinesĀ  theirĀ  fingersĀ  withĀ  receiver’s . āˆ— 42﹕ senderĀ  bargesĀ  intoĀ  receiver’sĀ  homeĀ  unannounced . āˆ— 43﹕ senderĀ  kicksĀ  receiver’sĀ  shinĀ  beneathĀ  aĀ  table . āˆ— 44﹕ senderĀ  aggressivelyĀ  shovesĀ  pastĀ  receiver . āˆ— 45﹕ senderĀ  kissesĀ  receiver’sĀ  [ forehead / cheek ] . āˆ— 46﹕ senderĀ  pullsĀ  receiverĀ  outĀ  ofĀ  harm’sĀ  way . āˆ— 47﹕ senderĀ  isĀ  foundĀ  sobbingĀ  byĀ  receiver . āˆ— 48﹕ senderĀ  locksĀ  receiverĀ  outĀ  ofĀ  theirĀ  room . āˆ— 49﹕ senderĀ  bringsĀ  receiverĀ  [ coffee / tea ]Ā  inĀ  theĀ  morning . āˆ— 5o﹕ senderĀ  restsĀ  theirĀ  foreheadĀ  againstĀ  receiver’s . āˆ— 51﹕ senderĀ  playsĀ  aĀ  songĀ  forĀ  receiverĀ  thatĀ  remindsĀ  themĀ  ofĀ  them :Ā  [ song ] . āˆ— 52﹕ senderĀ  takesĀ  aĀ  [ punch / stab / bullet ]Ā  meantĀ  forĀ  receiver . āˆ— 53﹕ senderĀ  buysĀ  receiverĀ  aĀ  drinkĀ  atĀ  aĀ  bar . āˆ— 54﹕ senderĀ  needsĀ  receiver’sĀ  helpĀ  gettingĀ  inĀ  theĀ  bath . āˆ— 55﹕ senderĀ  andĀ  receiverĀ  crossĀ  pathsĀ  inĀ  theĀ  kitchenĀ  lateĀ  atĀ  night . āˆ— 56﹕ senderĀ  twistsĀ  receiver’sĀ  armĀ  behindĀ  theirĀ  back . āˆ— 57﹕ senderĀ  winksĀ  atĀ  receiver . āˆ— 58﹕ senderĀ  isĀ  foundĀ  collapsedĀ  byĀ  receiver . āˆ— 59﹕ senderĀ  preventsĀ  anĀ  injuredĀ  receiverĀ  fromĀ  gettingĀ  up . āˆ— 6o﹕ senderĀ  clapsĀ  aĀ  handĀ  overĀ  receiver’sĀ  mouthĀ  toĀ  silenceĀ  them . āˆ— 61﹕ senderĀ  cagesĀ  receiverĀ  againstĀ  aĀ  [ wall / the floor ]Ā  withĀ  theirĀ  arms . āˆ— 62﹕ senderĀ  stormsĀ  awayĀ  fromĀ  receiverĀ  duringĀ  anĀ  argument . āˆ— 63﹕ senderĀ  isĀ  foundĀ  byĀ  receiverĀ  sleepingĀ  inĀ  receiver’sĀ  bed . āˆ— 64﹕ senderĀ  [ applies / touches up ]Ā  receiver’sĀ  makeup . āˆ— 65﹕ senderĀ  throwsĀ  receiverĀ  intoĀ  aĀ  wallĀ  duringĀ  combat . āˆ— 66﹕ senderĀ  dancesĀ  sensuallyĀ  withĀ  receiver . āˆ— 67﹕ sender Ā strikes Ā receiver Ā across Ā the Ā face . āˆ— 68﹕ senderĀ  placesĀ  theirĀ  handĀ  onĀ  receiver’sĀ  legĀ  whileĀ  driving . āˆ— 69﹕ senderĀ  pullsĀ  aĀ  chairĀ  outĀ  fromĀ  underĀ  receiver . āˆ— 7o﹕ senderĀ  catchesĀ  receiver’sĀ  wristĀ  whenĀ  theyĀ  turnĀ  toĀ  leave . āˆ— 71﹕ senderĀ  leavesĀ  anĀ  intimateĀ  markĀ  onĀ  receiver . āˆ— 72﹕ senderĀ  beatsĀ  receiverĀ  inĀ  aĀ  videoĀ  game . āˆ— 73﹕ senderĀ  andĀ  receiverĀ  standĀ  inĀ  stunnedĀ  silenceĀ  afterĀ  aĀ  fight . āˆ— 74﹕ senderĀ  caresĀ  forĀ  receiverĀ  whileĀ  they’reĀ  sick . āˆ— 75﹕ sender Ā andĀ  receiverĀ  goĀ  onĀ  aĀ  hike . āˆ— 76﹕ senderĀ  isĀ  caughtĀ  snoopingĀ  inĀ  receiver’sĀ  things . āˆ— 77﹕ sender Ā andĀ  receiverĀ  cuddleĀ  whileĀ  watchingĀ  television . āˆ— 78﹕ senderĀ  throwsĀ  somethingĀ  aggressivelyĀ  atĀ  receiver . āˆ— 79﹕ senderĀ  creepsĀ  upĀ  behindĀ  receiverĀ  toĀ  scareĀ  them . āˆ— 8o﹕ senderĀ  andĀ  receiverĀ  goĀ  shoppingĀ  together . āˆ— 81﹕ senderĀ  helpsĀ  receiverĀ  [ dye / style ]Ā  theirĀ  hair . āˆ— 82﹕ senderĀ  drawsĀ  receiverĀ  intoĀ  aĀ  kissĀ  byĀ  theĀ  backĀ  ofĀ  theirĀ  neck . āˆ— 83﹕ senderĀ  isĀ  discoveredĀ  havingĀ  aĀ  panicĀ  attackĀ  byĀ  receiver . āˆ— 84﹕ senderĀ  accidentallyĀ  injuresĀ  receiverĀ  duringĀ  sparring . āˆ— 85﹕ senderĀ  grabsĀ  receiverĀ  roughlyĀ  byĀ  theĀ  hair . āˆ— 86﹕ senderĀ  bringsĀ  receiverĀ  toĀ  theirĀ  kneesĀ  duringĀ  combat . āˆ— 87﹕ senderĀ  showsĀ  receiverĀ  evidenceĀ  ofĀ  aĀ  lieĀ  theyĀ  told . āˆ— 88﹕ sender Ā winksĀ  [ seductively / mockingly ]Ā  atĀ  receiver . āˆ— 89﹕ senderĀ  yellsĀ  atĀ  receiverĀ  toĀ  putĀ  theirĀ  handsĀ  inĀ  theĀ  air . āˆ— 9o﹕ senderĀ  helpsĀ  receiverĀ  patchĀ  upĀ  aĀ  wound . āˆ— 91﹕ senderĀ  holdsĀ  receiverĀ  asĀ  theyĀ  cry . āˆ— 92﹕ senderĀ  silentlyĀ  andĀ  angrilyĀ  pointsĀ  receiverĀ  towardsĀ  theĀ  door . āˆ— 93﹕ sender Ā gesturesĀ  forĀ  receiverĀ  toĀ  sitĀ  down . āˆ— 94﹕ sender Ā pullsĀ  receiverĀ  intoĀ  theirĀ  lap . āˆ— 95﹕ senderĀ  cradlesĀ  receiver’sĀ  face . āˆ— 96﹕ senderĀ  tacklesĀ  receiverĀ  outĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  wayĀ  ofĀ  danger . āˆ— 97﹕ senderĀ  hasĀ  hiddenĀ  anĀ  injuryĀ  fromĀ  receiver ,Ā  andĀ  receiverĀ  findsĀ  out . āˆ— 98﹕ senderĀ  confrontsĀ  receiverĀ  aboutĀ  theirĀ  unhealthyĀ  behavior . āˆ— 99﹕ senderĀ  proposesĀ  toĀ  receiver . āˆ— 1oo﹕ sender Ā has Ā just Ā died , Ā receiver Ā finds Ā out .


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