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this week I did not have muse AT ALL for Kellie, but I still love her so much and I’ll be back soon.

For now, I’m on @theirwxrld

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STARTER CALL.

Like / / Reblog  for a starter.

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Could you please like or reblog this

if you think that female muses shouldn’t have to be toned down for the comfort of other people? 

Female muses don’t have to be easy. They don’t have to be cute, they don’t have to hold back their drama. They aren’t interesting despite their chaotic personality, but because of it. 

If you are interested in interacting with female muses who are powerful, multi-layered and complicated, please help me spread this. I want to make a point.

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❝Here’s to us, the rotten children: They made us into violence. Your bones, your skin, it’s all been turned into ash. Here’s to us, those born of violence, turned into a war-ground.❞

—We are beauty and fire; ash we may be, but we are stronger than them. (CNS)

Kellie Donovan is written & loved by Andrea.

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀The Walking Dead Original Character.⠀⠀ ⠀/ /⠀⠀ ⠀Kellie Donovan.

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❤

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I think everyone should make a post with just a ❤ and let mutuals comment on the post with nice things :’)

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Me

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“*waves at*”

silent / action starters / / accepting

Only a month had passed since she saw herself coming into a new community. Weird experience for the girl, who had not ever belonged somewhere where she felt WANTED, nor even talking about cared for. The sanctuary was not the best place she had been since the apocalypse started, and leaving her mother behind was such a relief —which she did see herself as a bad person for feeling that—. 

Coming out of the infirmary for her daily checks, she did see a wave coming from a boy she had maybe talked to ONCE. First reaction, hand high in the air and soft moved for a wave back, as she did not hesitate on walking near him. 

❛Could you maybe use some help? ❜ Sympathetic smile, approaching the boy who seemed like doing a hard job at the moment. ❛I would like to be more useful around here.❜

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gazebosister

🕹️’d For Maisie

▌█ ∵  🖕   ∵ █ ▌ Park often used as place for recreational smoking given at home mother made a fit, and she had to be careful around Eddie. But, it was also used for freedom, a place to think given it was a bit more run down than what most of the kids wanted. So, guitar in lap playing base of recent AC/DC song listened to head lifted at compliment before smiling.❝ I take it you’re a fan of music in general?❞

 Open places were not the girl’s favourite. Usually, the worst to try and relax by reading or just listening to her dad’s old playlist’s. Kids could come and go, and by any time the oldest who would pick on her could come upon the place. Some hope rose upon her thoughts, no time to be scared on summer. 

Good idea for the blonde, who did not hesitate on leaving her usual tree and stood up for a girl who she seemed familiar from some other place —the town was not so big to NOT know anyone at all, perks and disadvantages from the old Derry town—.  Her ears surrounded by a rock song her father used to LOVE. And immediately, her feet moved closer to the singer, not afraid to speak after her hands stopped playing the chords of the instrument, and the rhythm disappeared slowly. 

❛I did not know we had such AWESOME players around here.❜

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me: *has a ton of drafts to do*

me: I WANT MORE THREADS

me: SEND ME MEMES

me: also i want ships too

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littlcsorrow

❛ this is how the world's supposed to be. there’s nothing we can do to change that…the end has already happened. what would be the point in trying to fix it?❜

❛Because I don’t think this is the end. It would be someday, when we will all be DEAD. Until then, we GOTTA do something.❜

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you just need to hold on tight               for one hell of a ride

penned by ashton !!

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silent / action starters

“*ruffles your hair*”

“*finger guns*”

“*looks through your stuff*”

“*runs into at full speed*”

“*kisses your cheek*”

“*kicks*”

“*pulls on ski mask*”

“*licks lips*”

“*leaps into your arms*”

“*wiggles eyebrows*”

“*drags you away by the arm*”

“*rolls eyes*”

“*gives you the middle finger*”

“*pokes*”

“*begins to tap dance*”

“*eats a sandwich*”

“*puts hands on hips*”

“*gives thumbs up*”

“*blows you a kiss*”

“*punches your arm*”

“*cracks knuckles*”

“*starts rubbing your shoulders*”

“*takes shirt off*”

“*looks at disapprovingly*”

“*wipes tear away*”

“*taps foot*”

“*gestures to come closer*”

“*blows balloon*”

“*gets down on one knee*”

“*tackles you to the ground*”

“*lights candle*”

“*throws ball*”

“*makes a heart with hands*”

“*smirks*”

“*gives thumbs down*”

“*lifts you into the air*”

“*blows nose*”

“*paints your nails*”

“*puts head on your shoulder*”

“*trips you*”

“*sticks tongue out at*”

“*chokes on own spit*”

“*flexes*”

“*locks door*”

“*glares at*”

“*holds your hand*”

“*pinches*”

“*waves at*”

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@fearsgerms continued from (x)

The blonde was already going through the bag FULL of candy, which was now the precious treasure she has collected all day long. Her sticky fingers were covered in melted residue of chocolate and caramel, from the candy that has eaten recently. ❛Hm ... I think I’ve got two.❜Her clean hand got lost on the bag, searching for the bars that the boy had requested, and finally smiling when she reached and popped them out, PROUD of her achievement. ❛Here you have.❜The corners of her smile were DUSTED with cotton candy, as she could NOT help contain herself from her ultimate favourite treat, licking now her dirty hand trying to undo her earlier produced mess. ❛I am okay with those but, do you have more cotton candy? I LOVE it.❜

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Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is coming to devour you whole.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)