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​reblog this if your muse is female, and you’re comfortable shipping her with other female characters.

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Tag the oc that absolutely never gets angry, and on the rare occasions they do, it scares the shit out of everyone.

You know the one.

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Somewhere over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World, Israel Kamakawiwoʻole

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Kesha - Rainbow (Official Video)

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Andy was sipping her gin and tonic, waiting for her date to arrive. He was an hour fucking late, bastard clients these days. How was she supposed to suck his cock in a damn bar if he didn’t show up? Andy was not a cheap whore - she was expensive. She set her drink down harshly looked to her left towards the doors. There was another girl at the bar, and she was sitting a few seats down. “You look like the type of cunt I could spill all my frustrated thoughts to. Get over here.”

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Closed: West and Andy

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West wasn’t really feeling the whole bar scene that night. Everything was too fucking loud, and there were too many people bumping up against him. It was starting to piss him off and he could feel the blood in his veins run cold— Literally. The palms of his hands were collecting frost, and so no one would notice he took his retreat right then and there. His dormmates always hated when he smoked in the room, so he took the moment to smoke outside the bar. 

As he relaxed against a wall, tendrils of smoke lifting from his mouth and his body began to warm again he heard a voice. A woman’s voice, addressing him. The corners of his mouth curled and he inclined his head in her direction. “Bum a smoke? Seeing as this shit cost an arm and a leg a pack, I’m gonna have to say no. Maybe invest in your own, yeah?” 

Andy scoffed and ate some cheerios from her handy dandy stolen bowl. She leaned against the wall with him. Setting the bowl down, “this is ridiculous. I can’t even borrow cigarettes from boys anymore. I hate being old,” she’d say as she pulled a pack from her purse and lit one up. Andy took a deep drag and side eyed him as she blew the smoke past him. 

She turned her full body towards him, “Question. How old do I look to you?”

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Closed: West and Andy

She took a shallow breath, glaring at the three other people passed out on the bed. A big guy was laying over Andy’s ankles, a girl with hairy legs was spread eagle in the corner, and a sexy mountain man was cuddled around her left arm. 

“Ew,” she muttered.  

Andy hated sleepovers. They always left her with too many questions that were sure to have uncomfortable answers. As a result, many go unanswered. Today, like usual, she wasn’t really up to questioning her surroundings, but she was kind of curious as to where her shirt ended up. There were stains marking up the bare mattress, cat hair pretty much everywhere, bottles littering the floor, and a clock that read ‘22:00.’ So she decided it was time to leave. 

Shoving the boys off was quite an ordeal. She easily dumped the fat one on the carpet, but the arm hugger required a bit of magic to pry his fingers from around her forearm. None of them woke up, thank god. Spontaneous combustion was literally a better option than interacting with these people anymore than she already had. So the search for her belongings began.

Strangely enough, it wasn’t hard to find her things. She found her phone, her keys, her jacket, and even her sunglasses. Fortunately most of them were in the same place, but her shirt remained in hiding. She looked down to her chest and thought, ‘a bralette is an acceptable form of... shirt, right?’ Andy shrugged apathetically and shucked on her old Hard Rock jean jacket. Then she plucked a bowl from the kitchen, filled it with cheerios, and walked out the front door.

Outside she immediately caught a whiff of cigarettes smoke. She shut her eyes and breathed in deep. Boy, she loved that smell. Andy followed the smoke to the pub down the street. Some little punk was puffing a cig and leaning against the building. She fixed her hair, adjusted her jacket, and sauntered over. 

“Hey, could I bum a smoke?” 

[conleches]

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

body language masterlist

a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

550 words to say instead of fuckin said

638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

some more body language help 

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work in progress

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I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.

Death, The Book Thief (via cygnum)

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me: wants to be hugged and held, is totally touch starved and needs to be cuddled

also me: allows only a very limited number of people to touch me at all, let alone in a slightly intimate way. barely ever allows myself to show emotional weakness around people. gets anxious when someone hugs me for too long.

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         just because I haven’t                     (  FORGOTTEN  )

                                          doesn’t mean that I haven’t                                                                      [  TRIED  ]

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