BRING SOME MORE GENDER DIVERSE FOLK!! more brown and black muses !! more body diverse !!! we love to see the Range!! 🥰🥰
* / PLEASE ! bless our dashboards and our hearts !!
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❛ you deserve better. ❜ yousef to pippity pop
* ── does she ? does she really deserve better ? features hidden behind her hands , she’s squatting on the ground in the night , sobbing so pathetically she can’t even face HIM – someone she admires , someone she considers a true friend , someone she can’t look in the eyes because she is so humiliated . mortified to the point of chest wracking tears , she’s shaking so hard she trembles in the cold – a burnt out being , kicked to the curb . she shakes her head , unable to rise , unwilling to show herself to him – so she shuffles around on the ground , standing up with her back to him while she swipes at wet cheeks . her hair falls into her face , a heaving sob crawling up from her chest before she turns away . ‘ do i ? ’ she croaks , daring to glance over her shoulder to look at him . ‘ thank you for trying to be kind , yousef , but this is– this is just – ’ her voice tightens , strains against the lump that’s made its home in her throat . the thought finishes in her mind – that this has to be some cosmic punishment . she doesn’t know what she did , what DESPICABLE thing she did to tip the balances , but this fucking sucks . all being here has done is bring out the worst in her , the things she’s tried to bury for so long , all ripped out . she doesn’t deserve better because if she did , it’d have happened by now . her lips turn downward & she turns back around , taking the first step toward home without another word , her cries echoing in the darkness behind her .
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STAY WITH ME : )
send STAY WITH ME for the first time my muse stayed with yours .
𝖙𝖜: 𝖋𝖑𝖚𝖋𝖋 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 , 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 baby – faced and eager to test their limits while dealing with the big , wide world in front of them . the future is bright , even when expectations weigh down on them in a manner that makes ophelia a little bit darker , and a little bit meaner with every perceived failure . it hasn't been long since her parents allowed her to move to maine , into an apartment that she's proud to call her own ( even if it isn't , not even close , but it feels like it ) . she feels a semblance of liberation nowadays , and it's spurred her to spend a weekend at yousef's home town . like always , he showed up at the airport with her favorite flowers in hand , and she jumped into his arms and wound her arms around his neck tightly , both of them dissolving into giggles at the sheer ecstasy of being able to embrace one another . no letters , no phone screens . she's always been one for physical affection , terrible at expressing her feelings through words –– he said he'd missed her , she smiled and wound an arm around his waist . they'd spent the day at an art exhibition , and she made fun of him when he pressed his lips to a marble statue's when the security guard wasn't looking .
𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 , 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐃 booked a room at a luxury hotel . but as they stayed up late in his bedroom , talking about anything and everything , ophelia only saw the time when it was three in the morning . a bit too late for her to drive around in an unfamiliar city , a huge inconvenience for yousef –– she knew he'd insist on dropping her off all the way to her door . it was him who suggested that she just sleep over . and , enjoying the bliss of her relative freedom as her parents attended diplomatic dinners in germany , she'd accepted . he let her borrow one of his sweatshirts , and it was oversized enough for her to wear it like a dress .
𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 ophelia tucked a pillow between their bodies , she woke up the next morning with his arms wrapped around her and their legs tangled together , his lips still on her forehead from a gentle kiss goodnight that she'd dismissed at platonic , her head so comfortably resting on his chest . ophelia pretended to be asleep for another half an hour , eyes closed , a soft smile playing on her lips . just listening to the birdsong and the sounds of the city drifting in through the open window that he had smoked cigarettes out of the previous night , attempting to teach her how to blow smoke rings . and ophelia convinced herself that they were friends , even when just for a moment , it felt like they could have been something else .
@wtfyousef
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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone
my love, my life, my shawty, my wife
what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone
what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone
pocketful of sunshine — natasha bedingfield
my muse’s last text to your muse
axel -> my love, my life, my shawty, my wife: your last hookup just saw me in the kitchen and gave me the meanest fucking lookaxel -> my love, my life, my shawty, my wife: wtf u saying in ur pillow talk bitch
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😮 hehe
send a 😮 for my muse to react to being mistaken for being in a relationship with yours // @wtfyousef
maybe lucia isn’t really SURPRISED someone would confuse the two for being in a relationship. it wasn’t the first of it either. they don’t exactly hide the small acts of AFFECTION from one another, standing side by side with their arms looped together as they laugh and banter regardless of where they are or volume. it’s natural, it’s comforting. they’re at a coffee shop currently after a long day of lucia being stuck in one room with her parents, calling yousef the moment she stepped out of the reyes house to make her feel better. her head rests against his shoulder as she SULKS yet it becomes harder to do when she’s trying to smother a laugh when he pokes fun at her. it works EASILY, though she knows when they’re alone he’ll ask her how she’s truly feeling. for now she accepts the distraction. “is your boyfriend getting anything to order?” lucia isn’t even phased by the question, gives yousef’s order and quickly gives the barista her credit card before yousef has the chance to protest. “let me spoil my boyfriend a little, yeah?” she teases, nudging her elbow with his, eyebrows raised as she grabs her receipt and drags him to the waiting area. “how lucky is your day going when people think you’re in my LEAGUE?” she’s grinning, knocking her hips against his playfully then looping their arms again. “you’re not allowed to pay me back.”
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“ question , you’re not dating anyone , are you? “
her eyes drifted up from her plate to yousef sitting in front of her. why couldn’t think of any reason why he wanted to know, at least none that were realistic. the look on his face was hard to read, arden finding herself unable to tell what exactly he was getting at. her fork poked at the salad in front of her while she continued to brush off his question. everyone knew everything at cape coral, even if you tried to keep secrets things still got out. shrugging to make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal, she finally gave him an actual response. “of course not. i haven’t dated anyone in years.”
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𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 / accepting .
- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone :
yousef reis
- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone :
- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone :
basic iphone ringtone.
- my muse’s last text to your muse :
jude : you really have a grand at your house ? can i come play it ?
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‘ okay, could you just stop talking for a second? ’ yousef to tybia
* ── tybalt laughs , a cruel sound emitting from his lips as they part , eyebrow raising at yousef – the scum who’s managed to befriend & hurt ophelia all at once . it’s not like he ( technically ) cares about his sister , but at the end of the day , ophelia is still a SONG – nobody hurts them , nobody gets to just walk in & out of their lives , it’s a threat to their entire image if someone can hurt them the way he’s managed to hurt opehlia . she might think he doesn’t notice , but tybalt’s always been better at watching than his family thinks ; especially her , he knows her . ‘ hold on , tamara . ’ he brings down his phone , interrupting his business call as he looks to yousef . ‘ who the hell do you think you are ? you think because you like to play with my sister’s feelings you get to talk to me ? here’s a newsflash , once graduation hits & you get into the real world , you’ll never get to be with her again . i don’t care how rich you are or how much influence you think you have – you’ve only gotten away with it so far because i haven’t been here . ’ he holds the phone back up to his ear , but not before he gives yousef one final glare . ‘ you’re horrible for her , which means you’re terrible for us . you won’t last a second . ’ he clears his throat & returns to his call .
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❛ you pretend you don’t know me in front of your friends. ❜ davina to tybia
* ── swipes off his sunglasses , hues tired from his return from overseas . jet lagged , he can see the hurt in the blonde’s eyes – her words ring in his ears & he gains some memory of his weekend ; the trip he didn’t invite her on , the facetime he took hidden in the bathroom while promising her he’d call her back later , declining her offer to pick him up from the airport saying he had a driver only to post him driving around his friends . guilt crawls into his stomach & he almost wants to vomit ( because guilt isn’t something he feels often ) . he’s so used to forgetting about his actual sister , that he’s starting to treat davina like her . it’s been normal his entire life to just pretend ophelia doesn’t exist , to be embarrassed by the femme connected to him by blood that as soon as he’s made the connection that he loves davina like a sister , he’s started to treat her that way . without meaning to , tybalt’s done the one thing he’s always feared doing : hurting the people he wants to love . it’s happened with everyone he’s even thought about keeping in his life ; just like the tide , a pattern he can’t stop . ‘ d , come on . ’ apologies though , still taste too sour for him to swallow . ‘ you wouldn’t even want to know these guys , they’re too engrossed in their parent’s businesses to even be real friends . you’d hate them . ’ but he knows she’d love to meet them , children of fashion designers , models & influencers with so many connections it could change her life in an instant . nothing he can do now , though , except hope it doesn’t affect them too much – but if she chose to leave , he wouldn’t be surprised anyway .
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‘ if worst comes to worst, i’ll be your boyfriend. ’ lmao u know What it Is bitch
* ── leaned over on the table , pip’s forehead rests on her forearms . she hadn’t expected him to listen as she poured out her feelings about every shitty thing that’s happened to her at cape coral – but he did & she hopes sincerely he knows how much it means to her . her head lifts with his words & pip laughs quietly , rubbing her tired eyes . she shakes her head , lowering her hands to hold her chin . pip gives him a look that’s mixed with emotions , exhaustion meeting grief in her eyes , lips parted with humiliation & dejection , cheeks flushed with hopelessness – all stirred together to create an almost ironically winsome expression on her features ( maybe anguish looks better on her than unbothered bliss ) . pip likes him , he knows what it’s like to hurt , real , raw pain that most of the sheltered don’t understand ; she knows how easy it is to turn to substances to put it all away . they understand each other – that’s all that’s needed , sometimes , to make a solid friendship . ‘ yeah ? ’ she laughs again , looking at him dolefully . ‘ you don’t mean that . ’
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ophelia, tybalt, yousef, winona, nick, chris
do the sexy love™ with : yousef , again .sacrifice myself for : nickkick : winonatake to prom : chrisabandon in jurassic park : tybaltpush off a bridge : ophelia
meme / accepting .
@wtfyousef , @of-dxnger , @winvnas , @christheiv , @ostcntatious
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yousef , neels , pip , winona , tybalt , aislinn
do the sexy love™ with –– 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐅 .
sacrifice myself for –– 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐀 .
kick –– 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 .
take to prom –– 𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐍 .
abandon in jurassic park –– 𝐏𝐈𝐏 .
push off a bridge –– 𝐓𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐓 , and it would be an absolute pleasure .
@wtfyousef , @winvnas , @crnlius , @ftaislinn , @witherins !
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how do you feel about yousef
ask my muse a question & i can only respond w a gif of them.
@wtfyousef
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do you believe anybody could ever well and truly love you? all your flaws? your past? everything?
‘ 𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 ... ’ 𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 remembers children’s fairytales , with their repetitive storylines . princess is beautiful . princess is in danger . princess is saved by a prince coming out of seemingly nowhere –– and true love’s kiss , just like that . easy , magical , so romantic . she thinks back to the simple days of middle school love letters and holding hands with cute boys with curly brown hair ( @axelroy ) . all because she was pretty , and new , and always gone by the end of the year –– before anyone could really , truly know her . ophelia wonders if that’s why relationships seemed so simple .
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 to the lack of sincerity in her parents’ voice when they said they loved her growing up , how she always felt like they weren’t being honest when those words were uttered . how ever since she moved out , they only call once a week –– if at all –– to make sure her grades are still up and she’s still alive and well . ophelia feels like they didn’t say i love you last time she spoke to them . maybe they did , and the words were so void of meaning , that silence would have been the same . she thinks about a what if ( @wtfyousef ) , and above all , ophelia thinks about her current relationship ( @crnlius ) , with a boy that looks at her so lovingly even when she’s frowning and moody . a boy that tells her he loves her . and his words feel empty too .
‘ 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐈 do . besides , i have quite the standard past –– standard for my net worth , at least . and flaws ? well , there are none , so that’s easy . so , yes , i obviously believe someone can love me . ’
𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐄 .
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davina is over at trulydavina !!!!
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