‍      𝑒𝑚pire     ͏_ANTS .

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[‍      𝑒𝑚pire     ͏_ANTS . @persecutori]

there is also a 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 a man can accrue. this is the weight created by his past actions. it is a weight which can never be 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑.

[‍      𝑒𝑚pire     ͏_ANTS . @persecutori]

@illusoryame / that's what I was thinking - and still hoping for. 😭 checking the tag & recruiting people who might be interested in a small Widow's Bay group with canons and OCs. it's such an underrated gem.

[‍      𝑒𝑚pire     ͏_ANTS . @persecutori]

𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡'𝑠... (not what he'd meant，but joshua is an opportunist before all else. he smooths out the pinch between his brows——the idea settling like salted caramel on his tongue.) what... did you have in mind?

[‎‍ ‎‍ ‎‍ ‎‍ ‎ₗ𝙸𝑉ING ‎‍ ‎‍DEA͟D͟ ‎‍ ‎𝗚𝗨𝗬 ‎‍ ‎ @dangerfeats]

i'm spouting shit at this point——didn't think it'd gain attention. mm 、am i the wind—down?

[‍      𝑒𝑚pire     ͏_ANTS . @persecutori]

yeah，well. 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲. if you say so. [...] suppose... joshua's 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑-𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 is at a premium these days，huh?

[‎‍ ‎‍ ‎‍ ‎‍ ‎ₗ𝙸𝑉ING ‎‍ ‎‍DEA͟D͟ ‎‍ ‎𝗚𝗨𝗬 ‎‍ ‎ @dangerfeats]

it's insane.

[‍      𝑒𝑚pire     ͏_ANTS . @persecutori]

okay.

[‎‍ ‎‍ ‎‍ ‎‍ ‎ₗ𝙸𝑉ING ‎‍ ‎‍DEA͟D͟ ‎‍ ‎𝗚𝗨𝗬 ‎‍ ‎ @dangerfeats]

my ass cheeks clap so loud they announce my presence

[‍      𝑒𝑚pire     ͏_ANTS . @persecutori]

@deadarIings don't talk about her. jesus fucking christ. it's my divorce. 𝑚𝑦 wife. you don't know her. you don't 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 lindsay.

[‍      𝑒𝑚pire     ͏_ANTS . @persecutori]

we're getting a divorce. 𝑦𝑒𝑝.

[‍      𝑒𝑚pire     ͏_ANTS . @persecutori]

@deadarIings yeah，well. some of us weren't born privileged. so i wouldn't get ahead of myself if i were you. 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦?

[‍      𝑒𝑚pire     ͏_ANTS . @persecutori]

@deadarIings 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔? (scoffs.) bit excessive.

[‍      𝑒𝑚pire     ͏_ANTS . @persecutori]

𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦. lindsay had this… catastrophic headache，and it was a whole thing. would've given you a heads-up，but i don't have your number.

[‍      𝑒𝑚pire     ͏_ANTS . @persecutori]

(something scared，reminiscent of childhood，lingers at the edge of the shore.) i… don't know. 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘，𝑠𝑎𝑚. i'm hosting a fundraiser tonight. i can't afford to be distracted right now.

[‍      𝑒𝑚pire     ͏_ANTS . @persecutori]

(there is an ugliness to sam that supersedes everything he's ever known about the world. joshua's expression wavers，undergoing a series of micro-alterations before it lands on something cold.)

[‍      𝑒𝑚pire     ͏_ANTS . @persecutori]

(something loosens in joshua——deconstructing hours' worth of a put-together facade.) what about phoebe? i need some good fucking news，man.

[‍      𝑒𝑚pire     ͏_ANTS . @persecutori]

yeah. it's easy to shepherd influencers. they're all，like，obsessed with their underdeveloped prefrontal cortex——𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡? they blame everything on it: their lack of personality and impulse control. their poor decisions 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 money.

[‍      𝑒𝑚pire     ͏_ANTS . @persecutori]

︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎

[ً @sewerscribe]

sipping the sweat from her navel like absinthe.

[‍      𝑒𝑚pire     ͏_ANTS . @persecutori]

okay，so… influencers aren't coming to schmooze at monte vista point for von trier. at least i don't have to deal with affleck around the clock. what a cunt.

[‍      𝑒𝑚pire     ͏_ANTS . @persecutori]

𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑏. joshua is a mildly inebriated shepherd，pausing mid-stride to detangle his arms and torso from a clingy jacket. "where… 𝑡𝑠𝑘——where did you come from?"

[𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯 𓏶ྀི LAMB  ． @ARTOFG0D]

she took a turn she hadn’t before. and then another, and 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. she wasn’t expecting it to get so cold.