#moontched

[razorfst]

He's a 10 but he looks photoshopped 😠

Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” | Accepting

“I can assure you this is all from constant hard work, I don’t know what to tell you.”

[colated]

❛       are you trying to get us in trouble ?      ❜       /    @moontched​

stifled laughter escapes him as she tugs him to the side            (        out of view ,       out of ear        ) .           her arms crossed over her chest with a big       𝙷𝚄𝙵𝙵 .          the seamstress may think she’s giving him a proper scolding but it only causes harry to smile even wider          ❛             what’s this ?            ❜            back straightens ,       chin raises as if he were some stoic prince          ❛            my oh my        --------------          is evie grimhilde afraid of a lil’ trouble ?          scared of a lil’ fun ?        ❜

[intombed1]

WHY THIS IS AN ISSUE: this is aside from the personal beef i have with siren. it’s the audacity to claim a headcanon she did not think of creatively and not spending hours upon hours coming up with a multi page document that could have been collaborative to the community instead of using it for popularity and attention. on top of not giving credit.

siren or s / spydered / diamondols / teachesgrace / mistressmagic / oathfeared / moontched is a thief and she will not apologize or admit she’s wrong. she claims to have an original headcanon which is not true.

her post:

apparently her version of bw has trigger words. definitely not her idea. this was an idea myself and another user had for weeks before i presented a document based on the black widow ops program. this was last updated in july 2021. this is proof of the document. <-- click here for a bigger view

at the time, i shared the document for a very brief time, to those i interacted with (there are people who can attest to this). i allowed a small group to leave credit, no big deal. later, i changed my decision and took off the document completely. siren was not initially invited to have a private copy of the document. she asked about it and wondered if she was able to have a copy. my intuition (and resources) told me she was going to use the document and claim it to her own idea. clearly, i ended up being right. this is proof of her giving credit to the original document. <-- click here for a bigger view

to be very clear, i did not give siren the permission to use this headcanon after we’ve fallen out. she never asked me and obviously never cared to. she has not apologized or addressed that she’s stolen this from me. she is claiming another user, vendetta / morsecodes / reyestr  is a thief for having a similar idea, a user that i actually gave permission for them to use. here is a post of her vague statement she soon deleted after i called her out. (time stamp) this is to the point where people in her circle have been blocking her for no reason and this only based on what siren implemented.

i’ve been quiet for months, even after i stopped speaking / interacting with siren. i’ve heard from several people behind the scenes about siren’s activity and her history of gaslighting and manipulation. those stories are not mine to tell. this is only a tiny batch compared to what else siren has done to me and my friends.

[spxnglr]

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || “ you didn’t have to come ya know? i’m glad you did though. ” || @moontched​

❝ I wanted to. ❞

HAVING BEEN LET INTO KERES’ APARTMENT, HE WAS SHUFFLING OFF HIS OVERCOAT AS HE SPOKE. Once he’d done so, he hung it up on one of the pegs near the front door, before brushing some non-existent dust off his sleeves. The grey suits had almost become mundane by now; still, there was always the lavender-coloured tie to breathe the faintest remnants of life to the otherwise dead look.

HIS VISIT, THOUGH UNEXPECTED, HAD REASONING BEHIND IT. Strolling into the living area, hands in his pockets, he eventually turned on his heel to face Keres, who had been the topic of his thoughts during his entire trek to her dwellings.

❝ You didn’t sound yourself on the phone. Are you OK? ❞

[recoveringjock]

"Do you forgive me for being a whole ass bitch to you?" ( carol really do be feeling bad about the way she acted )

(   my muse is under truth serum until further notice.   )

            i was never mad at you for what you did to me — it’s how you treated nance. get an apology from her and maybe we’ll be square.

[shotgunscn]

@moontched

​                HE'LL NEVER BE ENOUGH, NEVER MEASURE UP TO JOHN AND DEAN'S EXPECTATIONS. Hell even the angels said it ; the boy with the demon blood ; no matter how hard he tried, no matter what good he did, the sacrifices he made and how badly he punished himself -- he would always just be a freak, an abomination ; the man who brought on the apocalypse. "I just--" Words can't seem to find their way out of crumpled larynx, emotion pulling taught the muscle there. Air rushes through nostrils, eyes shut from the world as he tries to hold emotion back. They aren't wrong, he's screwed up royally-- more than once, but didn't intention count for something? Didn't the people he'd saved or the lives he'd changed count for anything? Freeing Lucifer . . . that certainly did rack up a tall bill though. "I'll never be good enough." A whisper, a shudder and a small creak send words past parted lips and head hangs in defeat.

Reaching out, carefully so but she cupped sam's cheeks in her hands. jo held him delicately as if he would break. "you are good enough, don't ever think you aren't." she knew how heavy the weight of approval was and she knew it was suffocating.

           There's a shimmer behind forest shaded hues, dark lashes blink in an effort to clear vision but instead seem to bring more of salt water forward, encouraged by Jo's words. Thick brows knit together as cheeks pull upward for a smile while corner of lips pull downward fighting the motion. YOU ARE GOOD ENOUGH ; gaze meets her own and Sam can't help but feel more water well in his eyes. Her hands are soft, gentle and comforting and where some might shy away Sam can only let himself be held, hole in his soul desperate to have someone see something decent in him. Something good. "--thank you." He manages, voice cracking as words find their way over large lump in his throat. A tear or two slips down clean cut cheeks and the youngest Winchester allows himself to sit, COMFORTED BY THE HARVELLE'S GRASP AND KIND WORDS.

[l1tterae]

Smash or pass for cora ❤️

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 " 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 “ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒. 𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 .

" do i really have to answer that ? she know how hot she is. she also know how to hurt my ego. though, she is hot tempered, and doesn't laugh often, wondering from who she took that side, mh, she know how to have fun and everything, so, smash. "

[hargrove]

@moontched​ ( carol perkins ) said : "if you wanted a pair all you had to do was ask you know." a pause, "you're a horrible liar."

      ❝ I’m a fantastic liar, ❞ he told Carol with a smirk.  ❝ When I want to be. Those are mine now. And I did enjoy the thought of you going the rest of the night with nothing under that skirt. ❞

[salvatcrechild]

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OMG STOP!! that is so sweet. yall are truly amazing.  you are so wonderful <3

[vampyirarc]

Sebastian's eyes flickered up to meet Cora's letting her finish her sentence before he spoke. "I don't care what they say about me." He didn't, he knew who he was and what he was and nothing was going to change that, he'd come to terms with that fairly quickly, having no real other option. He allowed silence to grow between them for a moment before he spoke again; "Why do you care what others think of me, anyways, love?"

                                          @moontched​

[razorfst]

He's a ten but his face is going to get stuck like that.

Send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” | Accepting

“You like when I look angry, don’t lie about that.”

[crimefightrmoved]

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[becomelions]

“ you’d do this to anyone. right?” / sebastian & badb

“Why? Are you looking to feel special?” The demon questions with a small tilt of his head. He wasn’t entirely sure what the other was getting at with her question but what he did know was he most likely had done this before. The millenniums blurred together at some points. “Though I’m afraid you’re going to be more specific.” Dark eyes land on the smaller figure as he straightens his stance and takes a step towards her. “If you want a real answer, though I know you’re not the first.” The corner of his lips slowly started to curl upwards into a sadistic smile. “It’s my job to cause chaos, fear, confusion.” He explains, hand lifting to motion to the destruction around them. “You being here, seeing it, experiencing it for yourself? Well, that was just unplanned. But I can’t say I’m sorry, because I’m not even close to feeling even a drop of remorse.” 

The Walking Dead | Accepting | @moontched​​

[trashfeared]

❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜ / stan // @moontched

brows twitch and for a moment, richie is filled with an urge to run. he doesn't get that way often with stan. after all the time together, it's kinda the complete opposite really. stan was the one person in life richie felt safe with. but... well. that didn't mean it came without complications.

and this one right here was a glaringly obvious one.

as he stares back at stan, he still feels it. running would mean he didn't have to speak. didn't have to be honest at all. could just avoid all of this. because-- well, it worked didn't it? what they had worked. richie couldn't go ruining it with his feelings and selfishness now, could he?

in the end, he straightens up, shrugs. takes another swig from his drink. "whatever. do what you want, stanley." gaze lingers though, richie's eyes moving slowly from stan's lips, up to his eyes again. "you know you'll be thinking about me the whole time though."

[kaspbarch]

“your hair keeps getting in my face.” / from stan

                    cuddly/platonic-ish memes ( accepting )

     eddie propped himself up on one elbow to look at him, blinking sleep from his eyes before he ran a hand through his own hair to push it out of his face. expression clearly pensive, he moved to rest on his stomach with both elbows holding him up. ❛ do you think i need a haircut? ❜

[timerevolt]

She's a 10...but she's actually like a 50.

send “They’re ’s a 10, but..” and fill in the rest to call out my muse!

"Only 50? I’d give you one millennium." 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺