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hey gang! just another update that while i'm feeling a little better im still not Free from the feeling of something heavy on my chest. the medicine also makes me very tired ��� but i wanna wish u all a merry christmas in the meantime !! i hope that ur all being kind to urselves and that the people around u do the same. sending love ❤️❤️

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2024 is almost over!

With the final month of the year here, it’s your chance to send the mun or muse something you’ve wanted to tell them! Whether you haven’t had the chance to or you’ve been too shy, now’s the time to say what you feel, and don’t hold back!

prompt originally made by: x

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just a psa that i'm officially going on a little semi-hiatus

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just a psa that i'm officially going on a little semi-hiatus

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just a psa that i'm officially going on a little semi-hiatus

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hi guys please tell me what ur muses smell like e.g. what fragrance they wear ( if any )

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hi guys what are u up to 🥺❤️

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update: i finally got my nails done

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ur so cool can we be best friends <3

i thought we already were :( </3

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thinking about making a solo blog again 🫥

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Keke Palmer as Emerald Haywood in Nope (2022)

#If I was that girl, I woulda folded ngl

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REBIRTH, RENEWAL, REJUVENATION. kirin keyes sheds personalities like a snake shedding skin. charming, nervous, empathetic, flamboyant, overconfident. adjectives repeated in front of their fogged up bathroom mirror. between each fluorescent flicker, their mask changes. doors open like suitcases on the prize is right; here are all the things you can be! pick the right one, win. win, win, win. skipping and frolicking over the people you've screwed is no hay problema when you're on the yellow road to success. the very concept of a guilty conscience would vanish from anybody's mind after experiencing the hefty weight of a fresh stack of hundred dollar bills in their hands.

[ we don't talk about the nightmares, the stink of booze on them - barely covered up ten or so layers of paco rabanne's 1 million - or the wave of nausea caused by a certain look in mari's eye. cold, hollow. terminal. like staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. ] kirin shifts in her office chair, and the leather squeaks beneath their suit - clad ass. she blinks, chuckles. shrugs a shoulder, as if their shitty attempt at nonchalance will do fuck - all to hide their unease. " i hear you. though, as a wise man once said— " they gesture to themselves with both thumbs, GRINNING again. " —life's all about takin' risks. right? "

a beat. " so... you wanna get back to it? discuss? "

sitting in the drivers seat, slamming against the gas, the end of a road is a finite line of fixed attractions. a lengthy list of to-do's. (first order of business, second asset of operations, third and forth and fifth next-up's, check-marked day by day.) wiping the slate clean is no easy task. finding new identities isn't a walk in the park. becoming someone anew, all refreshed and revived and resurrected from graves below, however, is an act mari knows well. loves well. has played well, and will play again. [enter: kirin keyes. lawyer, liar, a level tip of the scales. greed-monger, fear-reducer, and the next trick up mari's sleeve.] the question of the hour is the answer of the day. murderer, manipulator, foul-mouthed customer; macabre suited, melodrama drawn ... who is mari dai? who was she, is she, who can she be?

KIRIN KEYES [@ategods] : "what i always think about first, mari, is my own sweet ass."

better yet: who is she willing to become? "oh?" sheltered in the back-corner of a belly-up lawyer's office, mari's played her cards easy. lax. lazy, and nearly fumbling. [authors note: oversight is underestimation, and mari has no problem manipulating a scene with ease.] therein lies the slip, the stumble, the crass criminal that beckons bare bones out from kirin's mouth. (show me your skeleton, your skin; peel back your layers, let me find the truth.) "well," a tilt to mari's head sharpens the edges of her features. slingshots a new player into frame. [enter: mari dai. the real, raw, rubbed-knee of a wound, self. bleeding. brutal. blasphemous.] "for the sake of tr — transparency, kirin," her tone turns sweet. sour. fermented, and uncannily still. "i think you should be careful who you say that to." a slow blink. "right?"

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Mikey Madison x Interview Magazine

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hi guys i am writing... it will still take time to get things out for u but just letting u all know that if u have waited forever for me to reply its either bc my brain doesnt work or bc ur so talented and perfect that it gives me performance anxiety like crazy

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it wasn't for a lack of interest that she decided to roll over, so to speak. she knew secrets, knew that she, herself, had never been inclined to share her own when pushed and prodded. this lack of information shared had very little effect, besides. it did nothing to change her desire to be close to him, to stop her from wanting to memorize every little detail of his expression ( so that she might draw it down on paper, later ).

her eyes linger, now, wandering away from the deep red of his gaze and up to the white curls, laid perfectly atop of his head. down again, to a line between his brows - how it fades - and further still, to the slight crookedness of his smile. " no? " she questions, distracted, her gaze flickering up now to meet his again. it narrows as he leans in, and her hand slips from his cheek, 'round his head. her nails across his scalp, his hair between her fingers. " mm, i think i would question the authenticity of that statement, only because i doubt that you're close enough to see them properly. "

“ of that i have no doubt, ” he knows her tone, is familiar with her game— they're dancing circles around the unknown, what secrets remained unrevealed between them despite the time they've shared. they started as probing questions to get to know one another, one's that only ever served to raise hackles and bare teeth like an animal cornered. but he was no prey, and neither was she. he doesn't lash out when she asks, doesn't snap and snarl like a beast. rather, dances around the topic, evidently avoidant of anything too personal. she must know him somewhat by now to realise.

the hand to his cheek is warm in contrast to his cold, alabaster skin. the accompanied smile one that seeks to provide comfort in an otherwise discomforting place. astarion notes the subtle flush to her cheeks, the rush of blood. he wonders if it's her heartbeat he can hear, or something else outside these walls. the rhythmic patter of footsteps, perhaps. “ what's my favourite colour? ” he snorts, amused by the comparative questions. his head tilts slowly, an unspoken curiosity in his stare as he observes the subtlety of her. “ i don't know. i've never really given it much thought, ” he shifts then, purposefully leaning in closer to get a better view. the tips of their noses are a hair's breadth away, “ what if i told you it was the exact shade of your beautiful eyes? ”

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just finished watching wicked. cynthia cleared

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hi guys i missed u say hi back