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“ She Dreams Of The Ocean Late At Night.

                                    And Longs For The Wild Salt Air. ”

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there’s always a better highway but you’re already driving.

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highkey want a ‘someone wrote your phone number on the wall of a bathroom in my dorm with ‘call for a good time’ and i just texted you to let you know that i scribbled it out and oh wait you’re actually funny and easy to talk to and now we’re talking every day and i might have a tiny little crush on you even tho  i don’t even know your name’ plot

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                            𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋 //

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Thinking about juggling this blog and my Bluu blog because I miss the little nugget so much that it hurts ;w;. 

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“human-passing”

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call my muse a term of affection in another language.

bonus: add details, set the scene.

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𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬( from zombies , outbreak to war )  send a symbol and i’ll write a drabble / starter based on the following !!

⚔ for our muses getting into a fight with another group of survivors ø going on a medical supply run Ⓐ finding a safe bunker to hide out in. ▲ running away from zombies / infected ➳ my muse protecting your muse  ° my muse patching up yours’ wound ( or reverse ! )  ✉  finding each other post apocalypse  ✔ fighting over supplies , medicine etc ☠ my muse finding out they are infected and not telling yours. ( or reverse ! ) ✘ my muse finding out they are infected and telling yours.  ( or reverse ! ) ™ working together to fortify shelter through a storm or invasion  © my muse is sick and yours is tending to them ® your muse is sick and mine is tending to yours. ϟ our muses being together at the start of the apocalypse  ☤ my muse comforting yours ( or reverse ! ) ⌛ our muses finding a safe place to sleep for the night .

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                     well i’ve got nothing left to prove, ‘cause i’ve got nothing left to lose.                                see me bare my teeth for you ; see my bare my teeth.                                                               who are you?

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“I was flung from the circus, so I guess you could call that another planet all together. I got to go everywhere, see everything, and be a part of this loud and loving family. But it…it wasn’t for me.”

Leona threw back her head and laughed. The circus! She had trouble believing that someone as sweet and pretty as Allegra had been part of a circus. Not that there was anything wrong with that! The circus was made up of people with special talents, but the thought of the little brunette in a traveling circus was a little hard to take in. But what did that make her? When Leona was fourteen she had been part of a Beatles Fan Club. The Beatles! A group of pre-teen girls ( and boys ) who gushed over their favorite Beatles boy and wrote fanfiction.

That had been an embarrassing time in her life, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel shame. Ringo was her favorite and she’d been damned if she denied it!

Still, Allegra got to see the world and that was something to admire. Leona had been stuck in the same place for years and it took going to college to make her own name and become self-made. She had earned her right to live free.

“I envy you,” she admitted. “I was afraid of leaving my family but you went and actually did it. At least you got to see the world and leave without looking back. My father and step-mother weren’t exactly keen on letting me go just yet.” She leaned forward a bit, eyes curious. 

“Do you have any regrets? Unfinished business? I know I do.”

@allegradegray

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Leona had to admit that this Joe Lambe was a mystery to her. He had a sense of impenetrable composure, an inner serenity that intrigued her a little. It would be a challenge; penetrating his veils wasn’t going to be easy but she was up to the task and a little socialization would do her some good. Over the years Leona had learned early in life to hide her true nature: from her parents, from her family, from the world at large. She lived in a world of unfulfilled dreams and protected them with a veneer of innocent acquiescence. “Just tell everyone what you think they want to hear and you’re safe,” her mother had said. “That’s all they really want from you, anyway. Just smile and pretend.” Leona spent most of her life hiding behind a mirror that reflected other people’s expectations, had hidden behind a mask of perfection to keep herself safe from criticism.

But she was far from perfect and keeping up this farce was taking its toll.

But, damn, did she ever feel tired sometimes. As in, maybe, tired of being alone … And that, of course, made her think about her father, which was no way at all to spend her day. Just the thought of Albert now had the magic power to swallow every last speck of her joy. Like striking a match in the dark. His effect on her was instantaneous. All she had to do was imagine Albert’s disappointed gaze. Not that she felt the need to flagellate herself, whip up a little pity party of one. She’d had a year, since the accident, to acquire some perspective. In her more depressive moments—which she’d learned to cope with pretty well, though they still came around with oppressive frequency—well, sure: it seemed like everything Leona had ever wanted out of life, or ever tried to hang on to, was either mortally wounded or already dead; and, yeah, now that you mentioned it, everything she’d hoped to maybe change in this life was hanging on emphatically, determined to outlast her. No matter how badly she wanted it. No matter how hard she tried. She had failed to be the perfect little doll that he wanted her to be.

And perhaps that was for the best.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Though you don’t seem to be enjoying the party much either. I am… honestly not much of a party person, it’s such an intimate setting for strangers to be in.”

Leona tittered nervously and fiddled with the ends of her shirt. “Point taken,” she mumbled. “These are all of Cecilia’s friends and I hardly know any of them.” She shrugged and grabbed a random drink, sipping the sour tasting liquid, wrinkling her nose at the taste. “But enough about me what about you? Why come here if you don’t like parties? This was a celebration made in your honor. You and your peers are moving up in the world. That’s a pretty big deal/”

‘All for an exam...whatever it was. Maybe he and Cecilia were chosen to attend  University for gifted children.’

“The girls here not to your liking?” Leona grinned.

Maybe a little teasing would cheer him up.

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