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PSA  /  danny has been moved! from now on you can find him over at @sanctifiedsouls, which is still under heavy construction, with my other nysm muses !

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PSA  /  danny has been moved! from now on you can find him over at @sanctifiedsouls, which is still under heavy construction, with my other nysm muses !

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PSA  /  danny has been moved! from now on you can find him over at @sanctifiedsouls, which is still under heavy construction, with my other nysm muses !

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PSA  /  danny has been moved! from now on you can find him over at @sanctifiedsouls, which is still under heavy construction, with my other nysm muses !

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PSA  /  danny has been moved! from now on you can find him over at @sanctifiedsouls, which is still under heavy construction, with my other nysm muses !

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FIVE  SENSES  AESTHETIC.      bold  what  applies  to  your  muse.

SIGHT.

small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake up call.  found family.  finding a single star in the middle of new york city.  window shopping.  watching something terrible and enjoying it.  growing numb to the sight of injustice.  wilted flowers.  faded caricatures.  bright, bold colors.

HEARING.

crickets and lightning bugs.  car engines and a/c units.  a phone call to mom / dad.  laughing with friends.  jokes that are so bad you have to laugh.  the clicking of computer keys.  noise cancelling headphones.  the sound of silence.  muffled music from another room.  drumming fingertips on a table.  clicking of pens.  listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears.  the voice of someone you love.  pitch shifted songs.

TOUCH.

being held close during a long night.  fleeting reassurances.  holding hands when you’re scared.  brushing fingers through strands of hair.  freshly dried clothes.  bruises on your knuckles.  silk and satin.  your favorite pet’s fur or feather.  wringing your hands anxiously.  snuggies.  comforters in the dead of winter.  nails against skin.  cold metal.  leather in summer.

TASTE.

coffee in the morning.  tea in the evening.  bubblegum that lost its flavor.  alcohol burning the back of your throat.  homemade cooking, no matter what’s made.  blood in your mouth.  stale air.  mint.  fresh vegetables.  that processed taste of citrus candy.  the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good.  foreign sweets.  fast food.  bittersweet.  sour.  spicy.  sweet.  bitter.  too much salt on fries.

SMELL.

morning glories and honeysuckles.  freshly cut grass.  hot chocolate in the middle of winter.  nail polish.  acetone.  hospital rooms.  smoke.  hair spray.  your favorite shampoo/conditioner.  the scent of home.  perfume.  cologne.  mint.  something burning.  wet dogs.  copper.  metal.  unemptied ash trays.  something familiar yet different.

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👶 - Henley

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Henley grinned at her daughter as she shuffled into the living room, a drawing clutched in her hand.

“Whatcha got there, Em?” she asked, sliding off the sofa and onto the ground where she would closer to the little girl’s eye level. “Wanna show me?” Emily only nodded at first as she placed the paper delicately onto the coffee table, looking to her mother for approval. Henley’s smile only grew wider.

“Now this is beautiful. You wanna tell me about it?” The redhaired woman held out an arm, and Emily’s expression brightened immediately. She tucked herself into Henley’s side and Henley reached up to ruffle her daughter’s curls. 

“Okay,” the little girl begins, pride evident in her eyes. “This is you, and that’s me, and that’s Daddy.” She points out three little figures, each with orange, yellow (how her baby wound up blonde, Henley will never understand), and brown hair, respectively. 

“We look fantastic,” Henley chirped. This made Emily grin as she continued.

“And over there is Uncle Merritt,” she pointed to an appropriately bald and egg-shaped head. “And this is Uncle Jack and Uncle Dylan and Auntie Lula.” The people all had very similar faces, consisting of two dots for eyes, a dash for a nose, and a big smile. Henley was certain it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

“Well, I think this is just fantastic,” she turned and beamed at her daughter. “You wanna come put this up on the fridge with me?” Emily nodded vigorously, and sped ahead of Henley into the kitchen, drawing in tow.

She wasn’t quite tall enough to reach the magnets, so Henley scooped her up and helped her stick a magnet on each corner.

“I am so excited to show everyone our brand new artwork. I bet you’re going to be drowning in requests for portraits.” The little girl giggled and Henley pressed a big kiss to her daughter’s forehead. “Have you showed Daddy yet?”

“No,” she answered bashfully.

“He’s in for quite a treat, then.” With Emily settled against her hip, Henley began walking towards Danny’s office upstairs.

“Daniel Fleischmann, your daughter just gifted us with the next Mona Lisa!”

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   disappointing fathers is a rite of passage. take it from someone who’s made a living out of it.

          independent & private lucifer morningstar     /     as adored by chris

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full offense but that moment when a character is absolutely steeled for anger from their partner and gets tenderness and compassion instead and they just completely lose it because they don’t feel like they deserve it after how they’ve behaved and have no idea how to handle it is so, so, so good and if i ever stop loving it just assume i’ve died and been replaced with a really bad forgery. 

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plotting adventures with chris and ana:

lilli: hurt me danny: no bc if i do and i like it what does that say about me? lilli: (under her breath) that you’re kinky danny: what lilli: what

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“It wasn’t possible that someone you loved so much, someone who filled up so much of your heart, could no longer exist in the world. I tried convincing myself that they would walk through my door one day. And when I couldn’t make myself believe that, I simply didn’t think about it at all.”

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The Glittering Court, Richelle Mead

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okay so. i am currently without a computer or a reliable internet connection, and i have no idea how long this will be the case. i could be good to go in a week, it could take longer, depending on how quickly i can fix my financial situation. so this is just a general psa. if i go quiet on you without warning/stop replying to messages/etc., i am not ignoring you i promise.

your best chance at getting ahold of me is discord, but even then it’ll be a bit touch and go.

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     APHRODITE :   laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.      APOLLO :   glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.      ARES :   armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.      ARTEMIS :   keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.      ATHENA :   discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armour that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.      DEMETER :   soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.      DIONYSUS :   drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.      HEPHAESTUS :   the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid flannel shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.      HERA :   resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine bottles of beer as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.      HERMES :   devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.      POSEIDON :   storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin fiddle, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.      ZEUS :   thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.

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new pride icon credited to  @bautransfer / @concinnitytm !

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Reblog if your muse is Bisexual

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loaded question (from henley xo)

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          “ WHO WOULD YOU FUCK OUT OF ALL OF OUR FRIENDS? ”

he’s only half kidding ,  glancing up slowly from the flourish his hands never stop performing.  brow lifting ,  a sly grin claims his mouth as his eyes flick toward the doorway.   the phrasing of the question is  ridiculous  —  their only  friends  at this point are the other horsemen ,  and he’s not sure there’s any of them that’d be denied should they ask.   or maybe that’s just him.   either way ,  that’s the point of the question. 

          “ besides me ,  of course. ”

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‘loaded question’

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          “ HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT A THREESOME WITH DYLAN? ”

it’s admittedly a question that comes out of the blue ,  but danny’s a few drinks in and his filter’s been weakened   ( not that he doesn’t have a bad habit of letting things slip around lilli anyway )   and it’s something he’s been wondering for longer than he’s willing to admit.

true ,  he’s got no reason to ask ,  no real right to an answer  —  this  thing  they’ve been doing where they get drunk and hook up with alarming regularity doesn’t  mean  anything  —  but they’re far enough into their routine he thinks he might get one anyway.   he’s seen the way she looks at dylan ,  and though there’s not much distinguishing it from the near-adoration with which lilli looks at  everyone ,  he can’t shake the feeling there’s more to it. 

                                 ( or maybe he’s projecting again.  but then ,  he and lilli are similar enough sometimes that he’s not sure that matters )

        “ just ,  y’know ,   out of curiosity. ”