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asking for a strawberry and cream frappuccino i a lot harder when your entire lower jaw is numb.

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fact: i’ve been reading too much caleb/peter fanfiction.

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i have to go to the dentist tomorrow but i mean, i made a new blog so you should check that out here x

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I wanna RP. Let's Do It:

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Let’s cut to the chase. I wanna RP. You wanna RP. Let’s do it. Don’t be shy. Send in one or more of the following symbols to my ask:

☮ - If you’d like a starter. ☼ - If you’d like our characters to be friends. ✿ - If you want to try a romantic relationship with my character. ❅ - If you’d like our characters to be enemies or rivals. ♥ - If you just want to RP, and see where it goes.

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tbh if anyone wants to help me come up with a scream/teen wolf/any au verse that isn’t cliche af pls do come to my im.

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i mean, while i sort out my pages on this new theme you can like this for a small starter.

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Day 90. Totoro beats his mid week blues with extra cardio followed by extra snacks.

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pst. i’m not actually dead. i’ve been really busy and also hella mentally drained from everything, but i’ll prbs be here on tuesday/wednesday next week sometime to do replies and starters i owe.

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positivity + priordefect // just a random anon spreading good feels to random peeps on ur blog B) //

THAT POSITIVITY MEME | @priordefect

i don’t get why u would send me this url in the first place. isn’t it obvious that jess is absolutely gross and that i want nothing to do with her ??? i don’t even like her. i don’t even like her amazingly beautiful writing, or her hella accurate portrayal, or her general sorry ass that is buried in ims and plots w/ me 24/7. honestly jess sucks so bad. i don’t even like how she made a gorgeous theme for one of my blogs, or how, when she was on my blog to put that theme up, she made a post that i was asleep and asked people to leave me some nice messages to wake up to. disgusting, isn’t it?? i don’t even like how she told one of her friends that i was nice and great, i don’t even care about alec and caleb and how much they love each other and how incredible, complex and fun to write their relationship is. i don’t like how she’s as enthusiastic about this beautiful ship just as much as i am, i don’t like that we scream plots and ideas at each other all the fu ck ing time. i don’t even care about how talented, gorgeous, funny and kind she is. i don’t care that she’s so fun to talk to, and so kind and giving and wonderful. i don’t even like her. blocked tbh.

it’s obvious that i LOVE all those things, right ??

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also, the highlight of my friday night at work was getting into an in depth conversation about scream with this customer that legit lasted like half an hour.

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tfw ur mutuals with someone and you both just like each other’s posts all the time but how do u say hi.

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five word prompts

an-exotic-writer:

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what,��literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

“zero fucks given. next please.”

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            with hair the colour of FAIRY FLOSS ; she struts as if she owns the place.             ( she wishes )          but when you use FAUX confidence     &&     f l e e t i n g smiles to hide your soul crushing abandonment issues, it’s only so long before it comes crashing down.        &&     girl, who will be there when you take your final fall ?          a child so scared of rejection she forces everyone from her ?         who will you have left to pick up the pieces    ?        N O B O D Y.            // independent lola pacini    ( x )

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i walked to the shop with my sister and there was this guy battling the gym and like, i asked what team he was on and he said yellow and i was like ‘booo’ but as a joke obv. so i legit stood while he battled the gym and then when he won, i beat it off him. and then he asked for my number. so that happened.

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           ❝   could you hold this for me ?      && don’t spill it.        it’s corrosive.        ❞        the labs were caleb’s SECOND FAVOURITE place in the erudite headquarters,             next to the libraries     ;      of course.          though this was only his second or third time actually USING the facilities since arriving here nearing a month ago.          currently he was trying to develop a chemical the amity could use to increase the speed at which crops grow.           && he was making PROGRESS         ;         albeit slowly.             this is why he joined erudite.          not just for the books.         nor the power only rewarded by knowledge.         but to revolutionise the faction system.            to make everything E A S I E R for everyone.     //          @remembcr

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       ❝  do you honestly believe that if i had any interest in beatrice’s well being i would be here now ? ❞       even as he spoke, caleb KNEW the words weren’t as true as he’d led himself to believe.         though it was certainly CORRECT that he’d much prefer to be here in erudite with all the knowledge he could POSSIBLY WISH TO LEARN           than on the run with his sister, where he would be in d a n g e r every second of every day.            he still CARED for her.         after all ; she was his sister.        they’d grown up together.           but more importantly, he             (    r A F F L I C T I O N    )           was something he could USE to learn from.      ❝          i do not require a guard, i have no interest in betraying my faction.          ❞ 

               she’s still  p i s s e d  that his sister had fired a bullet into her thigh. she’s boring holes into him, and she doesn’t TRUST him. the whole — fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.  thick eyelashes bat at him, pink lips twisting into a dissatisfied look.  “I would apologize, but I don’t feel the need to. and I DON’T trust you.”   his words remind her of the gun on her hip, the cool metal on her warm skin.  she smiles like a viper at him. “ —- you’re lucky Jeanine wants you alive or you’d end up like how your sister WILL.”

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           an E A G E R grin crossed his features at her last comment.           if it was plausible, caleb would CHOOSE to spend all day with his nose within the pages of a book.           NO eating.          NO toilet breaks.         simply inhaling as much information as possible.         but as FATE WOULD HAVE IT, it could not be so.             with the threat of W A R breathing down their necks, he, among others, were forced to prepare.        to relearn skills long since forgotten with disuse.           but any oppertunity to learn  was grasped firmly with both hands with knuckles turned white with reluctance to let go.            ❝ fascinating ; actually.              there’s all sorts of books here on subjects i’ve never even heard of.         old combat techniques forgotten with the ages.         books that are so dusty they appear not to have been seen by human eyes in centuries.            but of course, that’s not why i’ve been sent here      ;       as much as i WISH it to be so. ❞  

         Alec knew that she shouldn’t be so JUDGEMENTAL. Everyone helped in different ways && not everyone was a fighter. She KNEW that. She supposed that being so FIGHT driven, she simply found it hard to connect with — or just to understand those who chose to be research based. ❝ I didn’t say that it was a BAD thing, ❞ ( Although her tone of voice had definitely implied that it was ), ❝ I just… Was CURIOUS. ❞ She mumbled, blues eyes staring intently at the other male as if trying to work something out about him but there was nothing really that she needed to. ❝ Research is… I N T E R E S T I N G. ❞