#serendpitous

[oskarstreetmarket]

Splitting the Stella x Kona Big wave like it’s a Guinness.

[friendlyfacesandstrangeplaces]

Fox Mulder sandwiched in between pron makes so much sense that it hurts. I really get him, ya know?

[apparihtion]

ANOTHER BLOG?!?

[lifeforms]

"i didn’t need to see you. i’d know that voice anywhere." / ♡ @serendpitous for brooke!

[manifestisnow]

Our thoughts and feelings are so powerful and they are working all the time. So train your self to have fantastic thoughts and feelings all the time and watch your life explode with wonderfulness.

Have a super wonderful week end and may the force be You. ;)

[prettyflycatguy]

Friends. About 2-3 weeks ago I went to the gas station and came across a shelf of kinda cheap toys. The most expensive thing on there was $4.99 and it was a plush keychain shaped like a pack of ramen. At the time I did not have the money but I couldn’t stop thinking about him. When I went in the other day, the toys were gone. 😭 Today I got gas and went in for a soda and a Randy Savage Slim Jim because my meager royalties arrived, and who should be by the soda machine but RAMEN-SAN!!! I ditched the slim jim and got this lil guy, who it turns out is hard as heck to find online. So YAY FOR RAMEN-SAN!!!

[118diazsarchive]

@serendpitous: " look, i'm okay! i've pulled all nighters before. "

" yeah sure, those nights usually end up in flames though. " eddie jokes because he will never not take the chance to mention it. he carries her bags in for her and sets them down where she wants them. " buck is working all night and my kids are with their mom so you'd really be doing a favor if you let me stay and help. "

[terrifyingstories]

@serendpitous: you would have done the same for me.

the glow of brooke's generosity dims a little as memories of who jenny humphrey used to be settle on her chest like a bad case of heartburn. she looks down and has no shadow of hair to shield her - her style has evolved a little since her time battling upper east side royalty. she still courts bold lip stick, but her hair is pulled back in a bright blonde ponytail on the top of her head, more golden than ice, if just for the practicalness of it (getting your hair snagged in a zipper was no joke).

a little warmth and color has crept back into her wardrobe, though she still sports her signature tights - a little worse for wear now, but more worn down from use (and some of those aforementioned snags) than as a style choice.

"i'm not sure that i would have," jenny says honestly, with a kind of vulnerability that would've earned her far worse punishment in constance than a prick from her sewing needles.

the jenny humphrey she used to be doesn't know anything about brooke's generosity, nor her kindness.

sometimes she still finds herself waiting for the knives to come out when brooke is kind to her, like it's some kind of trick. "i used to be kind of rough around the edges. but i would now," she finishes after a little inhale, managing a smile.

[embodies]

i wouldn't count on it. / hayley marshall @ malia

❛ take another step and you'll be getting your ass kicked, girl code or not. ❜ she's nestled into the quaint and magnetic city that is beacon hills, earned enough purchase of its terrain to feel comfortable in herself. her friends are here, her found family and found self. maybe that's the foundation for how territorial she is now, or perhaps she's had one too many negative experiences with supernatural beings that turn up unannounced to what she now deems a home. these are not mutually exclusive ideas : both can be true.

' i wouldn't count on it. '

the certainty in the other woman's words sets malia aback a little : makes her wonder what the business this stranger might be after could be. nobody comes here for a vacation. she rocks on her feet, not quite taking a step back but not half as self - assured either. they can smell your fear. she holds her ground under the sickle moon, earthy scents rich around them and biding their time. it would not be the first time blood has been shed in these woods. her next words are measured, slow and gritted through her teeth in an attempt to remain placid. she has always struggled with her rage, can sense it in her adversary also. maybe they are more alike than different.

❛ then count on this : you need to make it crystal clear why you've come here. or it'll be more than me making your life difficult tonight. ❜

@serendpitous. ��

[returne]

i'm working on seeming less bossy. / nour @ odette :)))

“But not actually being less bossy?”

Odette lifts her head from where she's stretching, smiling. She's always in a good mood when she's here, grateful for the opportunity to dance, to flex an arm instead of a wing. Grateful too, for Nour's company.

“I don't think it's working,” Odette says with a laugh, as she gets to her feet. “But, you know, I don't mind you being bossy.” She bends down to touch her toes, says the next part into her legs: “If someone said something about it you should just ignore them. Sometimes people like to make up problems they have with you when really they don't have any at all.”

[keyforetold]

❓ literally pick whatever muses you think would be fun w dawn!!!

Buffy is the obvious choice but I do love these sisters and they are so important to me, I think exploring pre season 5 could be fun. When did Dawn find out about the supernatural? Did she hang it in the library with them after school? What monster of the weeks did she help them fight? Where was she at graduation? But then also the immediate aftermath of the resurrection, Buffy dealing both with being out of heaven and Dawn having grown up over the months while Dawn feels guilty she died and so grateful she's back?

I never got to finishing Legacies but I love Hope's character and I feel like they share some qualities plus Dawn needs some friends her own age who are both teenage girls and also more than that. I don't currently have TVDU verse for Dawn but I feel like she could be slipped into it fairly easily. Either that or TVDU could meet BTVS, Mystic Falls totally feels like it has a hellmouth underneath it. (so in a way this can extend to your other tvdu muses)

There isn't a bio up for Ilana but the aesthetic post you have for her on your board is amazing and the quotes have such Dawn energy. She could always use more witch friends.

[lingeringscars]

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[softersinned]

@serendpitous / starter call (accepting).

Coming back to the house is always a bit of a chore. She has perfectly fond memories of it—she liked Atlas well enough while she was here, and she has never been all that troubled by the conditions of her membership.

(She pretended to be. Nineteen years old, without a formal education in magic, small and slender and with sweet eyes and a doll-like face, and if she had seemed too ready to kill to save herself, they would have turned on her in a heartbeat. And if she had seemed too easy to kill, the same would have happened. It was a difficult line to walk but one she had managed, and Dalton, at one point, had wound an arm around her shoulders while she trembled and promised it wouldn't be her. Now Dalton is stuck in the house for god knows how long and Astoria's on a lecture circuit and getting paid obscene amounts of money. She remembers, too late, that she should probably bring him a bottle of wine or something.)

This year's group is, from what she's been told, a good one. It's her curiosity that brings her here, and that's what's tiresome: there is some part of her that is viciously envious of anyone else in the spotlight, and she's heard good things about the physicists. She's not sure what bothers her more, that they're in the house when she's not, or that she cares what they do. She still has the advantage of being one of the society's youngest recruits, but she has always known that there would come a power greater than her own, and on principle alone, she doesn't like it.

Aiya's already had one run-in with a current recruit. Dalton is, apparently, quite enmeshed, though she doesn't know the details. And so Astoria lounges comfortably in the reading room with a small stack of books beside her and another open in her lap, though she has no doubt the house knows exactly why she's here. Somehow, it always does. She hears footsteps approaching before she sees anyone else, and when she lifts her eyes from the page she's only barely reading it's to the sight of a girl who looks for all the world like she should be in one of Astoria's classes, with that same bright-eyed wonder and excitement and a frankly terrifyingly energetic dedication to her work.

"If you need the space for your research, I can move," she says by way of greeting, and she smiles. "I'm a guest. I don't want to encroach on a space when you've got dibs."

[ellycrys]

Huh.

That’s…

A lovely synchronicity if you’re a Good Omens fan.

Maybe we misheard Crowley and he was actually saying…

Listen, new nightingales.

Or… we collectively wished a new nightingale into existence?

welcome slaty-backed nightingale-thrush!

[embodies]

🌸

send 🌸 for a starter from a randomly generated muse!

long after the encore, he awaits. it has become a necessary chapter in his stays at velaris to visit the stage to see the flavour of the evenings, be it dulcet tones or graceful pirouettes. genji knows not the difference between dance styles : it could be the sembla, the ide, or even the tango for all he cared. it is the fluidity of it all that appeals to him, limbs moving lithely as if they were made of water entire. he remembers a time where he could feel each muscle, nerve endings ripe with sensation. he is now more metal than man ( unbenownst to most, clad in armor of the royal guard that sheathes his silver - sworn secret ) but coming at peace with that. still, times like this, he mourns.

his palms clap a slow and metallic clinking bravo of applause, walking with no sense of urgency towards the starlet. she is excellent at her craft, of that there is no doubt, but he knows what it is to get too comfortable in one's prowess. better to be the whetstone to her bladed tongue, to buff the edges and smooth the sharp points.

❛ is there nothing she cannot do ? does the diva's repertoire of talent know no bounds ? ❜ his voice carries mirth rather than malice but a taunt all the same. the whistling winds speak of truths harsh and bitter and he rides alongside them. ❛ that was quite the show. really, you have outdone yourself.❜

♡ @serendpitous : nour.