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Reblog if you are willing to do toxic ships

Not every love is sweet and kind Sometimes, love is dangerous Poisonous, addictive, obsessive Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go To need, no matter how much it hurts To know the same pain is returned Because some don’t want just the sweet They crave the bitter too

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"Who told you it was okay to talk back?"

What I watched growing up:

Major Margaret Houlihan, you are forever my idol.

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Please reblog this if it’s okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you even if you haven’t reblogged a meme because I just want to RP with you

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Hello there, I hope you're doing wonderfully. I saw you had Bridget as test muse. For years I wanted to write Darcy but never thought I'd found someone interested in the characters.

Hello there!

It’s been ages since I’ve written for Bridget, but I would be totally open to giving it a shot with you. Also, I apologize for the delay. I’ve been out of town.

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RENE RUSSO as Lynn in Major League (1989)

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I’m still feeling this on a deep level. I was waiting for it to pass—nope. Still here. Perhaps I’ll add her as a tester muse and answer some random prompts.

I badly want to write margaret houlihan but who to write with??

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I badly want to write margaret houlihan but who to write with??

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Hopper takes his hat off as he knocked on the door of the Byer's home. He had something to say and he knew that if he didn't do it now he'd never be able to. When Joyce opened it he looked down and cleared his throat. "I just need to tell you somethin and I need you to listen okay?" He felt his throat going dry. Maybe it would be better if he just showed her. "Let me just..." He nervously gripped his hat but then went for it.

Jim kissed Joyce and pulled back bracing himself for a harsh slap across his face.

@collective-muses-rp

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Joyce to be alone at home. Her boys had lives of their own, even if that shook her to the core. Not long ago, she wouldn’t have bat an eyelash to a quiet home. Now—she worried constantly about where they were…specifically Will.

The knock at the door had her on high alert, dropping the remote and nearly leaping to answer it. At the sight of Hopper, obviously nervous— “What? What is it?” the panic rising in her voice.

But then he was kissing her. A full kiss. With a longing and need that she couldn’t remember experiencing since she was a teenager. Then it was done. Just like that he was backing up, leaving Joyce with her lips parted in confusion.

“What—what the hell was that, Hop?!” her brows contorting, shifting her shoulders up and down—her body didn’t know how to respond.

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trying to reach out to everyone to start up some new threads—but of course I’m exhausted and may not actually get to replying tonight.

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open: doctor who muses (bonus for twelve!)

"Don't---don't you dare," brown eyes large and full of hurt.

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open to: anyone (bonus points if you're from the show)

character: fleabag || fleabag series

"Look, I'm not trying to start anything new. I'm doing too many things right now as it is. I'm doing the healthy eating thing. The workout thing. The meditation thing. The no alcohol--well, within reason. I'm not a bloody lunatic. The going to bed at a reasonable hour thing. I'm doing all the things. I can't start a new thing now." The words spilled from her mouth with no indication that she would ever stop, until that is, she took a breath.

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open to: anyone

character: lorna cole || lethal weapon series

"Oh? I didn't hurt your feelings, did I? Sorry, between finding our next lead---," she rattles on, eyes not looking up from her file just yet. "---and keeping the Captain off our asses, I didn't have a chance to check on your bruised ego." Finally, blue eyes jump up, not a hint of concern within--only annoyance.

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send ‘you know i love you,  right?’ for my muses reaction  (  can be platonic or familial,  not just romantic  ). 

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open to: anyone (mun has knowledge of show + game, but not required)

character: yennefer of vengerberg

Eyes like daggers. gaze unwavering. “Tell me you didn’t come   all   this way to argue?” Though it seemed that was precisely what Yennefer’s guest had envisioned for their meeting. “That’s a rather dull turn of events. you didn’t strike me as the   predictable   sort,”     and she uses the word like a slur. dirty. “Come now. certainly there are better uses for our time.”

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“Plead. Do you think that is what I am doing?” she questioned, an icy anger lacing her words like a fall breeze. The bite was there though. Though the fear was ever so strong, Nesta Archeron refused to show it. Weakness, in any form, was not useful. Vulnerability was danger and she dared not show it to this fae.

“You have no right to keep me here,” another statement covering the quiver that ran through her blood. Eating the fruit had been her last hope at survival. How long had it been since she left her home? Days? A week? And when had she last had anything besides the water from the streams?

Though his offer was by far better than any alternative she could have imagined—Nesta would not allow herself to agree. “Your warm offer is duly noted and insistently declined,” a play on words and his use of warm. “Allow me to leave at once.”

Open to   Everyone Plot: Your muse is a human that accidentally roamed into the fae realm and ate something in the realm, so they are not allowed to go home. Nox is the first to find your muse and takes them back to the Night Court. At first, they think that they are a prisoner, but he’s truly watching over your muse in order to keep them safe. There are many fae that are not as civilized as him around humans.

Exasperation reads plainly on expression as the other pleads to go home. Humans were few and far between in this realm.  If they survived, they were either taken back to the human realm or    driven mad    by the fae that they do come in contact with. Only a select few find humankind fascinating or worth showing some decency to. He was among that group. “Plead all you would like, but I cannot allow you to leave these grounds.” They now stand in the castle garden, illuminated by the moonlight. “The minute that fruit touched your lips was the moment you sealed your fate I’m afraid.” He sighs, feeling a twinge of   empathy   for the creature. “Think what you want, but the truth is that I am keeping you safe. The Pixies in those woods would tear into your skin and steal your bones and they are tame compared to what else is out there.” He offers his hand for them to take. “Allow me to take care of you until we can figure out a way to get you home.    It is unlikely, but not impossible.    The warm bed I offer is a better alternative to the forest ground.” 

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If she rolled her eyes any harder, she’d get a headache—or maybe she was already getting one. “What am I? Sixteen? Grown women don’t have crushes,” a quick retort. “And out of all possible options for a crush—you’re not on the list.”

“At least nine people before you…making you ten.”

He’s a 10, but he makes you want to kill him. (House, obv.)

"Wouldnt be the first person to say that, at this point I take it as a flirtation."

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“He’s a 10, but he’s also delusional as hell.”

He’s a 10, but he makes you want to kill him. (House, obv.)

"Wouldnt be the first person to say that, at this point I take it as a flirtation."