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[dcydrecmings]

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"are you sure about this?" worrying at her bottom lip, clutching the garment bag to her chest, practically having to force herself to keep her feet on the ground and not bounce around with nervous energy. she'd needed to design an 'occasion outfit' for one of her classes, and she needed a 'model'. pennyshore had been the first person she thought to ask, the only person she felt she could trust enough not to instantly make fun of whatever she made. still, standing in front of her with the finished product, seemed to turn all her old insecurities up to eleven. "i wouldn't... want to take time from your day, if you had something better to do."

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" Then tell me this, Angel." Walter make sure not to use the nicknames, arms crossing over his chest." Who has dibs on my soul?" He had asked this before, playfully and in a better mood but the ex hunter needed to know." Angie." He insists." Who wants my soul?" He wanted to ask if it was him, if the demon had been the one because if so Walter would gladly give it to them.

[dozenrozez-a]

29 for wrapped ft. adam & scar

"Look at my eyes, you know I will convince you" Scarlet hated the word no, especially when she really wanted something. And this, she really wanted. “babe, mi amor, mi corazón.” she was using all the cute nicknames she called him, “Please, just cave in already.”

[rennisaturate]

@perfectstcrm asked:🎁 [ spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle. ]

i get lonely - janet jackson

" i can't let just anybody hold me... want no one but you, "

[queenxfthedxmned]

"i come bearing hot chocolate, with oat milk..." catalina showed up to the ranch with a bright smile, two hot chocolates in hand. it was sort of a peace offering for the way she treated him over the past few months, and it seemed fitting as the colder weather had rolled in. they had texted here and there, but she didn't quite allow herself to fall in too deep, keeping her distance from bo. though there was a part of her that hoped he would be happy to see her.

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @perfectstcrm || Rose and Perry (x)

"I know. But still, I shouldn't talk like that. Even if you know I'm not angry at you, it's still unfair." Rose sighed, sitting down across from the other woman. "Just some arse at the office who sees fit to undermine me at every chance. I think he thinks he is better than me purely because I'm a woman and it frustrates me to no end."

[gcldensnflwr]

🛑come on. we have to lol.

send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours. // accepting!

god, the boy could scarcely bring himself to gaze upon pennyshore. the shades of purple and blue that marred the apple of his cheek, coupled with the persistent ache echoing throughout his body, were elements he desperately yearned to shroud from prying eyes. this was meant to be his clandestine burden, concealed beneath the veneer of self-made success. his sole pursuit was to amass his own fortune, peddle his wares, and persist in living life on his terms. however, luca had remained oblivious to the true toll exacted by the lifestyle he had embraced. he had grown overly confident, excessively complacent, and, for the first time, found himself unable to answer the question of what the hell he was going to do.

in his naivety, luca believed he had everything under control. the deal would be concluded, and he could spend the remainder of the night with pennyshore, who would be blissfully ignorant of the depths to which the boy had sunk. yet, pennyshore arrived too early—or perhaps his business associates were late. the specifics of the timing were irrelevant now; all that occupied his mind was the tender black eye, the bruised left side, and the split lip, the harbingers of his recent ordeal and whatever pennyshore thought of the boy whose wings had been scorched from the burning within him.

"are you going to ask me what happened?" he inquired, a hint of pain threading through his voice as the cloth gently met his tender skin. his hands fidgeted nervously as pennyshore and luca reclined on the bathroom floor of pennyshore's home. "i'm afraid i don't have an answer i'm fond of." a lie, more like.

[caeruleums]

"definitely not likely. i only have muscles in my arms, and that's it. i'm so scrawny, dude. i'm a sack of bones. a lover, not a fighter. i'd be dead and gone immediately. i'd join ya." chuckling out, she shook her head. no fucking way would she want to spend a day in an apocalypse. especially with kid zombies. so fucking freaky. she was only pulled out of the thought by the miniscule touches, leaning a little more into her as they spoke. "you're right, actually. keegs had so many boyfriends. i mean, i never got action but i was also hiding in the corner all the time building trees or some shit. but they're super dorks and dweebs." the last bit said jokingly, of course, as she pulled herself up to look at the phone. she maneuvered herself so her one hand was behind tate's back, and her chin was resting on her shoulder so she could get a good look. "so your cat's name is creature, but your plant's name is rosie?"

there wasn't much that tate thought she was terrible at, mediocre at best, but she saw herself as a jack of most trades, master of none. "people aren't meant to be good at taxes. that's why there are people who go to school to do it." tate's nose wrinkled at the thought. "okay, but how likely are you to survive a zombie attack, having worked on zombie related things? i can wrangle kids, sure, but zombie kids? yikes. that's a short apocalypse for me." she wasn't oblivious to how they seemed to be pulled together, by strings or magnets or whatever, but tate couldn't help herself each time an impulsive touch popped into her head. she rapped her knuckles against logan's knee as she spoke, casual and almost thoughtless, only it was rare when she was truly thoughtless, even a few drinks in. "theatre kids are dorks, but they get the most action, i swear to god, and they know a million things about a million topics. i have a future theatre kid in my class, she's seven years old and she knows american politics, greek mythology and imperial russia than i will ever know. and she can sing all the words to every musical she knows. it's impressive, even if it's dorky." she explained as she pulled her phone back out, sorting through her photo albums until she found the one named 'creature + rosie'.

[dcydrecmings]

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she'd always hated the big parties her family threw, but she knew how to play the part of the perfect little hostess. she'd been fake smiling all night, eyes only genuinely lighting up when she spotted one of the few people she'd consider a genuine friend. "hi!" the word a little too enthused, walking as fast as her heels would allow. "please tell me that you don't mind me bugging you for a little bit?"

[saudadexmses]

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The spy had been busy and that meant that work had taken time away from their boyfriend, sure Levi could call but it wasn't the same as being with Darius." I miss you babe." They whine, phone in one hand and a chocolate covered strawberry in the other." You should be here with me, the hotel I got booked is really something else, probably the most expensive I ever stayed at."

[dozenrozez-a]

Jason wasn't sure how to feel about this. It felt like just yesterday Wolfgang was joining them for their family dinners. It was Wolfgang who asked him for his blessing to marry scarlet. He knew his sister would move on, he knew one day him and Jumin would have to finally come to terms that their mistake killed Wolf, and that the world was moving on without him. “So his name is Adam Mcgill?” Jason asked, looking though the file Lucis had gave him, information about Adam, every bit of information Lucis could find was in there. “I guess I should go pay Adam a little visit.”

@perfectstcrm

[saudadexmses]

" That is good to know." Noelle smiles, arms resting on his shoulders, their right hand gently massaging the back of Bookers neck." As I mentioned before I don't have much food around the house but we could order something? Make it a proper date night, perhaps?" They suggest, the only thing they carried was biscuits and tea, probably an old piece of bread forgotten somewhere.

booker chuckled into the kiss, his heart pounding in his chest to some undiscernible melody that he was certain would haunt him for weeks after tonight. as if they'd read his mind, noel sets to work peppering booker's face with kisses, it makes booker feel like he's twenty something again, without all the baggage and trauma of being at that stage in his life.

noelle is always quite cold, he'd never really questioned it. josie was his youngest, and she was just about the coldest person he'd met in his life before noel came along. it was easy to buy gifts for her, there was never enough socks, blankets or sweaters in the world. "i'm used to cold, i can take it."

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[queenxfthedxmned]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

NAME: brooks ryder NICKNAME: no nicknames just brooks, faith calls him b on occasion TITLE(S): none AGE: 25-30 NATIONALITY: american INTERESTS: playing guitar, going to concerts, partying, bonfires, going to the beach PROFESSION: sort of a nomad, a semi-struggling musician BODY TYPE: thin with lean muscles. EYES: deep brown HAIR: dark brown to black SKIN: tanned, olive with random tattoos that spoke to him at the time FACE: deep brown, kind eyes. thinner top lip with a more plump lower lip, a smile that shows off pearly white and almost perfect teeth. dark and medium eyebrows, with stubble on the chin that he grows occasionally to form a dark beard. POSTURE: he hunches over slightly due to him hunched over his guitar most of the time, but for the most part has good posture. HEIGHT: 6'0 VOICE: a bit raspy from his cigarette habit, though it has medium deepness. SIGNATURE OUTFIT: whatever mood he wakes up in. he has somewhat of a bohemian flair, but most of the time he's wearing swim trunks. he can really dress himself up if he decides to put the effort in, though he doesn't have a specfic style. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none, though he does seem to be crushing on francis as of late. COMPANIONS: he has a sister who is also adopted, faith. she's also very into music and owns a record store which he sometimes helps out at. ANTAGONISTS: there are none that he knows of. brooks had always been someone who got along with everyone growing up, making friends with anyone who crossed his path. STRENGTHS: kind, charming, bold, honest, rebellious, insightful WEAKNESSES: can sometimes put too much focus on his guitar, losing out on his social life — explaining why he hasn't had a real partner or love life since the sixth grade FRUITS: all of the above, pineapple is a constant favorite though DRINKS: water, iced tea, smoothies ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: beer, hennessy, an occasional cocktail SMOKES: marlboro reds, of course DRUGS: cannabis and cannabis only baby. DRIVER'S LICENSE: no license, but often drives anyway

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[saudadexmses]

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Henry was questioning why he was even here, this wasn't the sort of event that he would attend but after so much insistence from his sister he eventually gave in.

She had bought a ticket from one of her favorite bands, even bought the backstage pass to be able to talk to the lead so that he would sign one of their shirts, one that Henry carried with him because as luck would have it she couldn't make it, stuck at the event she was photographing so the professor was doing his good brother duties for the year after back and forth Henry had said yes, he would come to the damn concert and get the freaking shirt sign. He had tried to convince Harry to change places with him but as always his older brother was far wiser and smarter, also busy with work.

He stood there awkwardly, feeling out of place, he was more of a classical sort of guy and he barely had time to change after classes were done. Him in his suit didn't feel right for the occasion but it was too late now.

[dozenrozez-a]

he sighed not able to look at her. "You're doing it again. you're using your tears." he knew that's not what she was doing. he knew she was none of those things he had said. but he was trying so hard to get her to hate him. he couldn't control his feelings towards her. but if she hated him than his feelings wouldn't matter. His feelings shouldn't matter in the first place, she was jax's girl. but a part of him wished, he had met her before his best friend did.

"no you don't." pennyshore said softly, her voice was supposed to be big, to be loud and accusatory, but manipulative or not, there were tears pouring down her cheeks, like some kid in a studio ghibli film with big cartoonish tears. "you don't think those things." her voice was so small, she felt so small. she didn't think she'd hurt this much since her mother died. pennyshore took a step back, one, two and all she wanted was to run away. she couldn't see jax though, not when she was this confused. this frustrated, and not at all about him.