#glassmenagerieofmuses

[maxtheewclfe]

concerning texts || accepting

@glassmenagerieofmuses​ said: ( ✉ → sms ): The throwing up hasn’t stopped.

( SMS → Audrey Hope ): Have you tried all the traditional remedies? ( SMS → Audrey Hope ): Cold liquids? Clear Liquids? Bland food?

[pantslessoptimism-a]

@glassmenagerieofmuses​ continued from here

“Thanks for not turning me in, I owe you one,” Sophie remarked, thankful that her side hustle was safe for now, “So far I haven’t had anything burnt. Granted, usually they’re off to their new home before they can do too much danger.”

[thebrainyboy]

||(ill)advised||

@glassmenagerieofmuses

Brian scanned the lunchroom, ignoring his usual corner table of geeks and nerds to instead search for the shaggy dark haired figure in the baggy clothes that had slowly been growing familiar to him over the past few days since that fateful Saturday detention.

He’d been surprised when she’d tracked him down on Monday, but there was no way he could have a said he wasn’t happy since he’d been keeping an eye out for her as well. She’d just been the one with enough guts to actually search for him.

And now it was his turn.

[rebelw1thacause]

@glassmenagerieofmuses​: “I want to run towards something, not away.” (From Jean) 

“Thanks to the Professor, we are running towards something,” Jasmine pointed out.  “We’re running towards a purpose... a new future.”

Jasmine remembered when her powers first appeared, turning her own room into a jungle that she had to prune manually.  How scared she was of what she was... that people would find out.  Then Professor Xavier came to tell her what she was.  That she wasn’t a monster and, with proper training, she could master these new gifts.  If Xavier hadn’t come into her life, she didn’t know what she would’ve done.

[moved3677]

@glassmenagerieofmuses continued from here

"If it makes you feel better, i dont think Sylvia sees me as much more then a basketcase full of trauma." Kate answered back but she still continued to see her weekly. "You wanna hang out? That sounds...great actually. I could use that." She had been locking herself away in her room and she knew she could use an actual friend. Everyone she thought were her friends had turned on her and replaced her with Jeanette while she had been captured. "Wanna hit up Whataburger?"

@glassmenagerieofmuses

[violcntdelightsxx]

@glassmenagerieofmuses​ //  Charlie approached Claire, his eyes cast down nervously, with a bowl of berries in his hands. He had Locke check them to make sure they were safe before he brought his offering. He settled onto the sand beside the woman and held out the bowl. "I know it's not a box of chocolates--but I wanted to do something for you. You know, to show you how much you mean to me," he explained in a rush of breath.

   It wasn’t the best reading material, but Sawyer had actually offered her a book (one that he was done with), and since Claire needed some kind of distraction from the heat and constant movement in her belly, she was reading it. But here was Charlie, and she was happy to bookmark her spot so she could pay attention to him.

   “What’s this?” she reached out to take the bowl and then was impressed at the sight of what it contained. He, no doubt, had gone through quite a bit in order to make this little fruit salad, and it was perfect. She looked back up at him as he explained what it was, and she began to smile. “This is so nice, Charlie.”

   She reached down to pat the sand next to her, inviting him to join her. “I don’t need a box of chocolates. This is perfect. Thank you.”

[lcst]

" i... sometimes, i guess i kinda wish you could see yourself through my eyes. " (from sawyer for jack--is this a compliment or an insult?) // @glassmenagerieofmuses​

the sentiment earns a scoffed chuckle, bemused. jack cocks his head, but doesn’t take his eyes off his work -- a rare pasta dinner, courtesy of the hatch’s pantry. “yeah, not for your lack of trying. the hero, right? saint jack... doctor giggles is a personal favorite.” all served up with a heaping scoop of sarcasm and condescension. sawyer’s backhanded nicknames have a tendency to cut right into the hurting heart of you, poke you in that deep, sore spot. because jack isn’t a hero, not really, as much as he’d like to be. he’s not really a saint and that’s the point. that’s what he thinks sawyer’s always so giddy to remind him. jack turns his back to the blonde, sets a pot to boil. “trust me, i get it.”

[normallyxstrange]

@glassmenagerieofmuses​ sent:  it’s not a party without a little drama, am i right? (Drunk Cordelia to Ian)

     “And I guess it’s not a party without a few drinks and a fight either.” 

     She didn’t particularly stink of alcohol, but Ian could definitely smell it on her--on everyone in fact. He’d had a couple of cups himself, but he was only a little tipsy. That was one good thing he could count on for a vampire’s constitution. Maybe the only good thing.

     But for everyone else at this party, it the drinking spelled a good time gone bad. A fight had broken out, leaving one guy bleeding and a girl crying over him. There were shouting, slurred and drunken words thrown back and forth, and then fists. Big drama.

     For once, Ian stayed out of it. It didn’t involve him, or vampires, or demons. He hadn’t spotted any at the party--well, besides himself--so he counted that fortunate. When Cordelia said she wanted to go, he couldn’t very well just let her, not by herself. After all, he knew high school and college parties were prime hunting grounds. They’d gotten lucky tonight, for once, but the party had turned bad for entirely different reasons, and Ian was done with it.

     Instead, he steered Cordelia to a couch that wasn’t sticky with beer or wine coolers. "Yeah, this party’s done. We should go.” 

[mesmusae]

@glassmenagerieofmuses​ asked:  "Can I kiss you?" (From Auror!Harry to Adult!Luna)

They’d been sitting next to each other by the fire and she’d leaned her head on his as an act of comfort. But at his words, she sat up, glancing at the fire for a moment before him. She couldn’t help the way her lips tugged into a small smile. Though for a moment she remembered the room of requirement and mistletoe, where he’d jumped away from that chance. Though things had certainly changed since then. She found herself curious where the desire had come from. But that would probably ruin the mood. “I don’t think I’ve ever been asked that,” she said. “Though, it would be my first kiss regardless.”

[idcnticxl-1]

CLOSED || for @glassmenagerieofmuses

Night had fallen and luckily for Jenna, her sister was elsewhere on the beach, probably with Charlie and Hurley. Quietly and as inconspicuous as she could, she walked over to Sawyer’s tent. She looked around to make sure no one who was anywhere around was aware that she was there. Last thing she needed was people getting the wrong idea about what she was doing. 

“Sawyer?” She whispered. She waited a moment listening quietly for any sort of response. Nothing. With a roll of her eyes she quickly pulled back one of the blankets being used as a makeshift door and slipped inside... only to immediately trip over Sawyer’s legs and fall onto the sand beside him with a short yelp. Muscles tensed for a moment as she covered her mouth with both her hands. Hopefully no one heard the sound. Voice still low as to not attract any more attention to the tent, she lowered her hand to speak. 

“Are you awake? I need to talk to you.” 

[maxtheewclfe]

gossip girl sentence meme || accepting

@glassmenagerieofmuses​ said: "I'd ask how you are, but I really don't care." (From Jules)

“Wonderful, because I wouldn’t have answered it anyway,” Max stated as he brought his drink up to his lips. “Though I will ask, why you felt the need to make that statement.”

[firewhiskcy]

@glassmenagerieofmuses​  liked  for  a  one  liner

❝   ────  i’ll  be  honest,  i’m  surprised  you’re  here  tonight. did  mum  rope  you  into  it?  or  did  you  decide  to  grace  us  with  your  presence  on  your  own  accords.  ❞

[kissofthemuses]

@glassmenagerieofmuses​ gets a starter || Ron

Elena hadn’t been in England very long, but, it seemed that she already had herself a tail. She supposed that she shouldn’t have been surprised by this, but, she would. She managed to slip the man following her for only a moment, getting him turned around in the twisting alleys only to wind up behind him. ❝You are not very subtle,❞ she said, her French accent heavy. ❝If I have a stalker, I think you should at least know why.❞ Her hand hovered near her wand should she need it.

[tnott]

@glassmenagerieofmuses​ (Harry)

Theodora had been quite eager to begin her next excavation - a site off the River Aire that she suspected held the ruins of a magical settlement destroyed by William the Conqueror’s Wizarding allies during the Harrying of the North.

The area even seemed to hold some sort of lingering anti-Muggle enchantment, as it remained undisturbed by any force but time. The tumbled-down walls of one structure were still visible, so she had begun there.

There were an unusually large number of protective spells, and she dismantled them carefully as she dug. Less than a metre down along the west wall, the earth fell away to reveal an door, unblocked by dirt but heavily spelled. After casting various counter-spells, she ventured in, but what she found was completely unexpected.

First, cauldrons - easily a dozen cauldrons, and nary an ancient one among them. They were stained with heavy use, but clearly recent models. Moving further into the underground chamber, she found a shelf of Potions books, stockpiles of basic ingredients, and, in a corner by the far wall, several uncovered barrels. She peered inside.

Raised by a Death Eater, Theo was no stranger to the Dark Arts. She knew exactly which plants were before her, and she knew, too, that there were no legal reasons for anyone to keep barrels of angel’s trumpet and baneberry. Summoning her camera, she took a number of pictures before climbing back into the open air. She replaced the dirt hiding the doorway, spelled it closed, and apparated immediately to the Ministry.

It had taken a good half-hour to convince the Magical Law Enforcement officials that she was not, in fact, a raving lunatic, but finally they had agreed to look into the matter. And so she had been sent to talk to an Auror, whose office door now stood before her. And not just any Auror -- Harry Potter himself

She raised a fist and knocked.

[therapardalis]

[Royalty Meme from @glassmenagerieofmuses​’s Merry.]

“If I may be so bold, my lady, but is this really necessary?” ------------

“To all appearances, good sir, that depends on whom you ask.” Behind her, the grey horse gave a snort that seemed to echo her tone. Mithril didn’t like to wait, especially out on the road when they were so close to their destination - and Thera honestly agreed. They were staring at the back of farmer’s cart ahead of them, and others beyond that, all of whom would likely be wondering the same as the Hobbit.

The gate guards, on the other hand, apparently did see the delay as necessary, if only to appease their master’s orders to stop and check the business of each traveller who sought entrance to the city. Which in turn led to a small procession forming to await their turn.

Thera huffed a sigh, turning to look at the curly-haired Halfling standing beside her. “If you have any suggestions, I’d be happy to hear them.”

[violcntdelightsxx]

@glassmenagerieofmuses​ // “ i swear to god i’ll kill whatever bastard did this. ”

   It had come out of nowhere, and before Claire had known what was happening, she had hit the ground. Her head was throbbing, and she didn’t know what she could do in that moment. The voices had been surrounding her -- she was convinced that this close to the beach, nothing would happen -- and then this happened. Then there was Charlie.

   Claire reached up to grab him, needing the support to pull herself up as much as she could, practically falling into him.

   “I.. I didn’t see or hear anyone..” she told him, feeling dizzy and confused about the whole thing. That was the thing about this island, the unexplainable was always happening.