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Why do I get mad for hours over the littlest things

one of my neighbours little kids whos about 3 kept spraying her water pistol into a pugs eyes so my sis told her to stop and she just laughed and sprayed my sisters eyes until she took the water gun off her

and this was on my sisters way home

5 hours ago

why.

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Send me a ✧ and I'll introduce you to one of all the muses I ever had.

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"Jimmy. Here please."

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name: Mel

height: 166CM eye color: grey birthday: 13th of Jan favorite color: blue best school subject(s): Art tbh current shirt color: Red day or night: night religion: none gender: female sexual orientation: 100% real life lesbian single or taken: single  celebrity crush: Apollo Justice coffee or tea: I'm lactose intolerant ahahahahah no I like black coffee favorite food: Chicken. Just Chicken.

{ ☆ } meet the mastermind.

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Send me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

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I feel sorry for the new follower I got, they wanted a quality Vivian blog and they got a college student who can't be arsed right now because of said college stress.

I am so sorry.

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IS THIS A GAME TO YOU PEOPLE?!

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when ya friend jim getting a lil antsy

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Considering I keep fucking around and fucking off because I'm tired and ill people must be like

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Sonic: I was just trying to protect you...

Tails: By putting me in more danger?

Sonic: The plan had holes!

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あいしている、あいしている、せかいがおわるまで。

I love you, I love you, until the end of the world.

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"I would imagine it being quite psychedelic when you found out indeed."

"It's quite odd, someone being born as a ghost, the thought of it."

"Actually, I was born this way, but… most recently, everything’s been unlocked, I guess? But yeah, it’s confusing."

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His father? it was possible...

'May I?' that snapped her out of her thoughts, she gave a quick nod.

"Y-Yes, sure..." she motioned for him to sit opposite her. "I suppose you know my name then." she raised a brow.

"Hello, Obasan!" He never forgot that day in the café. So when he saw her sitting in the very same café again, he just had to walk up to her and conjure a rose, albeit this time it was yellow, since he now knew not to randomly give a single red rose to every lady.

She was surprised at first and took the rose, but with a slight glare at ‘Obasan’.

"Hello." She replied anyway. "What brings you over to speak with me today?" she asked politely.

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"I suppose when you put it that way...."

"Ah yes that's right he is."

"And I wouldn't say too young, he is valuable to the police!"

"Your son was really cute when little miss!" -actual daily life Meimi just pointing out a fact~

"What do you mean ‘when he was little’? He’s absolutely adorable now!"

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That’s the shop that Kuroba Kaito hates the most. It’s nothing but lies & fish.

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Ask the mun time!

1. Why did you choose the character you play?

2. Do you associate yourself with this character in any way?

3. What do you like most about the character you play?

4. What do you dislike about your character?

5. Has your character grown/changed in any way since being brought to the Hive?

6. Are you confident in this muse?

7. Do you have role models among the muns?

8. Do you see yourself keeping this muse?

9. How do you deal with writer’s block?

10. Are there any songs you associate with your muse?

11. If you could tell your character something right now what would it be?

12. Do you think you and your character would get along in real life?

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"Ah actually, my son returned to Japan and told me all about it, so I had to come see it myself of course!" She clapped her hands.

"It is better than he described it! I kind of can't wait for it to be night time so I can see all the lights!" She bounced, her tone cheerful. "If they do light lights at night time that is."

So she had a son. That would explain the familiarity of her features but, again, he had quite a selective memory when it came to faces, ghosts remembered and forgotten as if they never existed; it was easier to recognize sounds and voices, and while the texture and accent were familiar, it changed from people to others. There was no genetic heredity, but the chords and their strain, no education, but the way to hold its tongue to give high or low consonants- one thing the French were pretty bad at, but that was another question entirely. He could just shrug it off as a mere reminiscence.

“I’ll remember that, madame, thanks!” He returned her thumbs up. “So, is that your son who’s bringing you in Paris?” That would not surprise him; the youth came to study in the city of lights. She could be visiting him, and that would explain if he happened to have met him during one of his daily ‘heists’…