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Milo Ventimiglia in Kiss of the Damned (redone) 13/?

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The rage is the one thing I get from my father.

      the clicks of the keyboard never stopped, not even when she came in. she had come in saying she needed a break. at first he thought she would be on top of him, but instead she sat down on the couch in his office, picked up the porg plush and just sighed. what was shocking wasn’t her presence but her silence. she would normally be talking 70 miles per minute. she would already be yelling at the top of her lungs, knowing this room was soundproof about how much she hates her job. about how much she hates her clients. that they are guilty and how dirty it makes her feel.  so as he kept his head on the multiple screens on his wall, he stared and stared.  ❝ so are you having a good day? normally i would be losing my hearing in one ear by now.  ❞

       her response a scoff and then a whisper.  the rage is the one thing I get from my father. hands freezing at that point. would she notice that his breathing got a bit more quick, would she notice? his eye straying to the tiny folder that simply said: kovat. (a forger. a lefurgey) hand clenching tightly. he quickly pressed pause on the pop song.   ❝ you never know. it could be from your mother. russian rage is untamable, you know? ❞ a light smile thrown over his shoulder to look at the lawyer who seemed so normal right now. the woman who can make grown men cry looks normal. scarlett lefurgey will never cease in surprising him.  ❝ i’m sorta glad. it would be weird to think that i’m fucking a female version of your father. ❞

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( character aesthetic — the hacker )

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Forget about prince charming. Go for the wolf. He can see you better, hear you better and eat you better.

Wolf’s angel (via

but-you-promisedx

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atercygnus:

         IS IT THE FIFTH  or the sixth glass of wine that she empties? scarlett doesn’t know  /  scarlett never knows   :   it makes little difference, at this point, and her body has grown used to harder, stronger liquors running down her throat. she puts the empty glass down, taking a water instead            ��-  it is not a good idea, she muses, to get drunk in front of the people she hates, in a company she loathes. why are you still here, then?    ❛   hmn. i don’t much think you deserve to know about her kinks, nor that you will ever come to find it out for yourself.   ❜      she shrugs slightly, a smirk on her lips before taking a sip of water.  she looks around, staring at all of the unmemorable faces around her, all of the faces that she doesn’t care, can not care, will not care. perhaps she’ll remember dimitri, though she’ll never be much compelled to admit that out loud.     ❛   would you say you have a vivid imagination, volkov?   ❜    she tilts her head slightly, glancing back at dimitri before putting a mini bruschetta chicken inside her mouth. she should thank him, at some point, for this. maybe he’ll know. people can’t read your mind. you should know that by now.    ❛   george made it senior  —–  ryan burris? he’s a lovely man.   ❜      

         and he had stopped listening, not because the content wasn’t interesting. knowing the kinks of melody eisenhardt seemed like a gold mine. but it was the way she spoke, with such a light tone. the affectionate way her lips turned, she really cared for the heiress. he thought and it was genuine. it was a genuine affection, not one based on how she could use her in future endeavors. for someone so cold, her heart was truly on her sleeve. when she like someone it was clear and when she didn’t even more clear. and before he knew it, his lips turned up as he stared at her before shaking his head. what did she say? vivid imagination? context volkov. “yeah, of course. i stare at code all day, i need to have some fun in my life, scarlett.” a roll of his eyes, he could honestly care less about george. george was always giving him boring cases to find content for and honestly, he could just google half the shit he asked of him. unlike the woman in front of him who always gave him things to do, hidden mysteries that he never knew ran so deep within the world’s society. so instead he took the glass in her hand and took both of scar’s hands with a smile. fuck what was he doing? “then let’s dance. the buzz is getting to me and i feel like moving. come on, one dance for me, scarscar?” 

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                                               || Green Hacker Aesthetic ||

- None of the original photographs belong to me.

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All I have left is my uncle and he hates me.

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atercygnus:

          SHE KNOWS WHAT  he is doing, and it is in quiet appreciation that she chooses to operate   :   she won’t call him out on his tricks, making it awkward and uncomfortable for both of them. she’ll eat what she wants, set what she doesn’t want on the table besides her  —–  as smart and observing as he think he is, scarlett absolutely hates the taste of anchovies, and tofu, too, and not even the crunchiest of crackers can be saved. she smirks, raising her brows as she looks at dimitri, a scoff on the tip of her tongue.  ❛   melody could be with whatever man she chooses. i don’t much think she’d want your body. she may not even tell you what it is that she wants. just  —-  ask for a favor in the future. i taught her that trick.   ❜      she takes another glass of wine, making a mental note to remind mary to set her dinner with melody. she’s still, even after all these years, her dearest friend, her confidant. nothing will ever change that, not even distance, not even work.   ❛   i’m better than sucking anyone’s dick for a raise, dimitri. it’s  ——   you don’t get it. she’s too shallow. she works for nothing in her life. she has no priority.   ❜

              he glanced over, taking in each uneaten piece into his catalog of what she preferred and not. pausing when he remembered that it was very strange that he did this in the first place. that she was the only one that he paid any attention to. details and all. maybe it was because--he wasn’t sure why. eyebrows crinkling before he shifted in his spot and nodded slowly. “maybe it’s kinky. how kinky is she? do i want to know if the girl of my dreams is just a fake kink?” but he never really pursued his dreams, now did he. and would he even want to be someone that seemed to--what did he want?  glancing over at the woman beside him, he just felt a small tug on his lips. slowly but surely, he noticed that there was something so soft about those sharp edges that scarlett always showed. “sorry. my brain blacked out when i heard better and then sucking anyone’s dick.” a joking nudge before he sighed and looked at scarlett. she strangely cared about amanda didn’t she? she wanted amanda to be better, she wanted her to be more inspired, not someone--she cared in her own strange way, didn’t she? “ so why are we here again? who made partner? i’m just assuming that’s the case. i was busy getting dirt on senator ryan. ”

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BIRTHDAY SYMBOLS — November 23rd, 1988* ( just a random year. )

Your birthstone is Citrine - The gem of Optimism and Renewal

Citrine has been popular for thousands of years and used to be revered for its rarity. There are many positive attributes of the citrine stone when it comes to aiding the physical self. It has been said that citrine purifies the system and may help counteract the toxic affects of many pharmaceutical medicines. Citrine is believed to be a tonic for the circulatory system, helping cleanse the blood, as it is processed within the kidneys and other organs. Citrine gives energy and invigoration to the physical body. It is useful to people who are sensitive to environmental and other outside influences. Mentally, it awakens the higher mind, expanding conscious awareness and improving clarity of thought, promoting inner calm so that wisdom may emerge. It is said that the stone will draw all the good things in life to you.

Your birth flower is Chrysanthemum 

Chrysanthemum is derived from the word "chrysos" which means gold and "anthos" which means flower in Greek. Otherwise known as the mums, they come in a variety of colors, from gold (its original color) to white, purple and red. They symbolize love, joy, friendship, abundance, and wealth. During the Victorian era, the secret message conveyed by the Chrysanthemum was "You’re a wonderful friend". A red Chrysanthemum means "I love you", a white denotes love, innocence and purity, and a yellow stands for love taken for granted, or unreciprocated love. The Chinese use Chrysanthemum as a good luck charm in the home and according to Feng Shui it brings laughter and merriment.

Your astrological sign is Sagittarius 

Sagittarius people are known to be philosophical, independent, optimistic, honest, and intellectual. You tend to have very good luck, which helps you maintain your optimistic outlook and positive disposition, even during hard times. You have a great ability to focus and make loyal friends and lovers. You have a vibrant personality, are full of curiosity, and are also very philosophic, just like Scorpios. You are constantly looking forward to the future and never dwelling on the past.

You were born in the Chinese year of The Dragon - a symbol of Strength

You are lucky, passionate, flexible, eccentric, original, confident, imaginative, artistic, spiritual, and charismatic. You have a strong personality and will. You follow your own unique path in life and always speak your mind. You are honest and direct with everyone, romantic with your lovers, and confident in your abilities. You put all of your effort into anything you put your mind to, and you are a powerful force- never giving up on anything as you know there is always a solution to every problem. You are happiest when you have a good cause to focus on. You are full of energy and your charisma is inspiring. Famous Dragons: Nicolas Cage, Colin Farrell, Vanessa Hudgens, Keanu Reeves, Sandra Bullock.

Your Native American astrological sign is Owl

You are trustworthy, warm, easy-going, adaptable, sensitive, insightful, direct, optimistic, happy, focused, caring, loving, funny, independent, and a great artist and teacher. You love adventure, you go into new situations with your eyes open to everything around you in order to really understand your surroundings. You have the wonderful ability to fully understand and appreciate others and see the good in nearly every situation you encounter. You also have the ability to help others do the same, therefore having a positive effect on the world. You tend to take the time to find the deep meaning of a few topics, rather than skim the surface of many, and not gaining much knowledge at all.

Your birth tree is Ash Tree - the tree of ambition

You are imaginative, artistic, peaceful, loving, reliable, ambitious, vivacious, talented, intelligent, intuitive, and a nature lover. You are extremely wise- a free thinker who sees things others don't, as you tend to travel down paths others wouldn't, in order to learn and see a bigger picture. You don't care about what others think of you. You are an inspiration to everyone you come in contact with, as your love for life is infectious. You have a passion for art, science, writing and spirituality.

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TOP  3  INTELLIGENCES  FOR  YOUR  MUSE !

( 3.86 )   :   Logic/math:You enjoy exploring how things are related, and you like to understand how things work. You like mathematical concepts, puzzles and manipulative games. You are good at critical thinking

( 3.57 )   :  Self: You have a very good sense of self. You like to spend time by yourself and think things over. You will often take in information from another person, mull it over by yourself, and come back to that person later to discuss it. You like working on projects on your own. You often prefer to learn by trial and error. Effective techniques to enhance your learning include keeping a journal and giving yourself time to reflect on new ideas and information.

( 2.86 )   :   Spatial: You remember things visually, including exact sizes and shapes of objects. You like posters, charts, and graphics. You like any kind of visual clues. You enjoy drawing. Effective techniques of enhancing your learning using your spatial intelligence include creating and/or using pictures, maps, diagrams, and graphs as you learn things.

body movement ( 2.71 ) /  nature  (2.57) / social (2.14 ) /  musical (1.71) / language (1.29) 

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kndall:

when ur trying to cheer your friends up bc they’re sad

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atercygnus:

           SILENCE CUTS THROUGH THIN AIR,  lips pressed tightly against one another as she takes another glass of red wine. it is not possible, or realistic, to require of her the ability to keep her throat from tasting the sharp flavor of alcohol when memories of her mother and her life flood her mind, when it’s all she can think of. her red scarf, her blonde hair, her green eyes. the kindness and warmth which took over every inch of the cold, cold house, by her simple existence. a smile, hand me down skirts             what is it about her absence that eats her alive?   she takes three large sips before looking at him, blinking a couple of times before remembering how they got into such conversation in the first place.    ❛   i’ve told you, dimitri, she does not lose.   henry lost a bet to her. the prize was a helicopter to take her wherever she wanted for a month. we were sixteen.  ❜    she remembers, clear as day, how happy melody looked to have won a bet, as though it was not the most common of affairs             although, truth be told, melody had always looked happy, then, as if nothing could ever get to her, as if misery was a lost, untranslatable concept. scarlett envied that.   ❛   you could not handle melody eisenhardt even if you wanted to, dimitri.  ❜   she takes a cheese ball, putting it in her mouth before looking at him with brows raised high, eyes rolling instinctively.      ❛   she’s insufferable. she’s loud and stupid and thinks that the world revolves around her. she’s also undeserving of everything that has come to her.   ❜ 

          fifth glass. he noted quietly. usually her limit of wine is around nine or ten. but if she drank anything else, vodka perhaps, then it wouldn’t be long before her words started slipping. he kept grabbing whatever food passed them, always two. some crackers with caviar on it, he grabbed two and placed in her hands before taking the empty plate and placing it on the tray. quietly noting what she liked, she was allergic to shrimp, minor but still, she avoided it. she preferred things that were crunchier. maybe it was the texture. “what a woman. i can’t give her a helicopter though, so what would she take from me? my body?” a wiggle of his eyebrows as he jested. he wasn’t going to lie. melody eisenhardt terrified him. the very idea of her, secrets out in the open and yet still it was like he knew nothing at all. strange when she smiled, even stranger when she didn’t.the entire world knew her name and yet--. then he looked at the woman beside him, this woman was full of secrets but she locked them away, probably even from herself. bad memories locked away. he can relate to that.  “so it is the raise she got over you. you knew she was sucking don’s dick the entire time. i mean--unless you were willing to suck his dick, but trust me. you wouldn’t want to. it’s pretty hairy.” 

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atercygnus:

         ❛  YOU MAY COME TO DISCOVER,  volkov, that there are things you do not know about me.   ❜      the words come out harder than she anticipated, sharp like knives as they cut the thin air. most people don’t know, she’s well aware, of her mother  (  they don’t know because you don’t tell them, you never tell them. how long did it take you to tell melody? how long did it take you to tell henry?  ), or the roots in which tie her as intimately and deeply to russia as nowhere in the world, except for the east end of london, where she curled up with her mother during cold nights when the heater was not working, and she told her the tale of marya morevna until she fell asleep? no one knows, no one will ever know            this is your secret to keep, your memory to keep safe. she picks one of the sliders, putting it in her mouth   :   she never realizes how hungry she is until that hunger is satiated.   ❛  you absolutely can not handle melody eisenhardt. it’s cute that you’d think you can, though, i’ll give you that much              she once bet a helicopter, love. a helicopter. plus, she doesn’t ever lose.  ❜  she clicks her tongue, looking at the direction of amanda before letting out a laughter.  ❛   i’ll set you up with melody before i set you up with amanda.  ❜ 

        with that statement he lowered his head.  no. that was untrue. he knew about henry ackerman. he knew about trinity. he knew about her childhood. he knew more about her than she probably did. this was his job. this was what the company paid him to do. he hated it, he filtered it, but he still had a file for every single person in this room. he knew their secrets, the sort of thing they want no one to know. triggers that can be used so easily.  his jaw tightening, he just nodded. and took the final bite of the burger. “a helicopter? how is that--did she get a helicopter? did she lose that bet? wait what? are we talking about the same melody?” he was confused, he could not see the small brunette being anything but the girl that was seen in public. he wondered what he would find if he looked into her, would he find anything? after all, her biggest secret was that she was the siren, but now that’s out. what was melody eisenhardt really like? “you’d set me up with melody eisenhardt?”  a wiggle of his eyebrows before he sighed and grabbed two plates of food and handed one to scarlett. “so why do you hate amanda? like i know she’s an annoying brat but--”