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Game Changer & Make Some Noise

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if i look back, i am lost
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𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰. private multimuse featuring canon & original muses. brought to you by aggos. 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭
i’m ready for the fight , & fate
hi i’m never on here but ima add monse of omb :/
Here are some places at the top of my head where you can donate money where they actually need it.
VENEZUELA. Where we all know they really, really need a hand and our support instead of your political opinions.
RELIEF FOR SRI LANKA.
KIND. Helping the children of immigrants who suffer abuse at the border.
YOUNG CENTER FOR IMMIGRANT CHILDREN’S RIGHTS. Did you know U.S. lost nearly 1500 children under their care? They are not treated as citizens, they are not even treated as humans.
If you think of something else feel free to add
it infuriates him, this killing, this death. infuriating that this is what we’re known for now, drug cartels and slaughter. my country, MÉXICO — the land of writers and poets, the land of painters and sculptors, of dancers and composers, architects, wonderful filmmakers, actors — now the names are “famous” narcos — no more than sociopathic murderers whose sole contribution to the culture has been the narcocorridas sung by no-talent sycophants. México, the land of pyramids and palaces, deserts and jungles, mountains and beaches, markets and gardens, boulevards and cobblestoned streets, broad plazas and hidden courtyards, is now known as a slaughter ground. And for what? SO NORTH AMERICANS CAN GET HIGH.
doing risky shit because you lowkey wanna die
buy the flowers yourself.
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 / 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.
❛ What happened? ❜
❛ How are your injuries? ❜
❛ Just promise me you’ll stay here. ❜
❛ You can’t blame yourself. ❜
❛ You know I’m here for you, right? ❜
❛ I’ve never seen you like this before. ❜
❛ When I wake up, you won’t be there. ❜
❛ Okay. You get to leave now. ❜
❛ No. I don’t believe you. ❜
❛ Just.. put down the very sharp knife… ❜
❛ It wasn’t your fault. It hurts. ❜
❛ This isn’t you. ❜
❛ Stop it. ❜
❛ You should be resting. ❜
❛ Are you okay? Did they hurt you? ❜
❛ How can you act like that? ❜
❛ Then why are you still here? ❜
❛ Are you okay? ❜
❛ You can’t live in the past. You gotta move on. Let it go. ❜
❛ And when were you planning on telling me? ❜
❛ What are you, trying to give me a heart attack? ❜
❛ What’s wrong? What happened? ❜
❛ I thought we agreed that secrets are bad! ❜
❛ Sorry. Didn’t want to push any sore spots. ❜
❛ Everything okay? ❜
❛ Do you even know where you’re headed? ❜
❛ I can’t help you unless you talk to me. ❜
❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜
❛ It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. ❜
❛ Whoa, what are you doing? ❜
❛ Why do you run from me? ❜
❛ You’re changing the subject. ❜
❛ It’s four o'clock in the morning, what are you doing? ❜
❛ You’re bleeding. ❜
❛ You gotta be more careful. ❜
❛ I meant… How are you holding up? ❜
❛ You’re avoiding my question. ❜
❛ I think the worst of it’s over now. ❜
❛ Don’t let fear keep you quiet. You have a voice so use it. ❜
silent / action starters
“*ruffles your hair*”
“*finger guns*”
“*looks through your stuff*”
“*runs into at full speed*”
“*kisses your cheek*”
“*kicks*”
“*pulls on ski mask*”
“*licks lips*”
“*leaps into your arms*”
“*wiggles eyebrows*”
“*drags you away by the arm*”
“*rolls eyes*”
“*gives you the middle finger*”
“*pokes*”
“*begins to tap dance*”
“*eats a sandwich*”
“*puts hands on hips*”
“*gives thumbs up*”
“*blows you a kiss*”
“*punches your arm*”
“*cracks knuckles*”
“*starts rubbing your shoulders*”
“*takes shirt off*”
“*looks at disapprovingly*”
“*wipes tear away*”
“*taps foot*”
“*gestures to come closer*”
“*blows balloon*”
“*gets down on one knee*”
“*tackles you to the ground*”
“*lights candle*”
“*throws ball*”
“*makes a heart with hands*”
“*smirks*”
“*gives thumbs down*”
“*lifts you into the air*”
“*blows nose*”
“*paints your nails*”
“*puts head on your shoulder*”
“*trips you*”
“*sticks tongue out at*”
“*chokes on own spit*”
“*flexes*”
“*locks door*”
“*glares at*”
“*holds your hand*”
“*pinches*”
“*waves at*”
retroprose·.
confusion redecorates previously brightened features , “ middleman , what middleman ? ” she can’t help , but noticing the other’s absolute detachment from the hear and now. “ cora , were you even listening to a word i was saying ? ” typical. she’s grown used to others tuning her out. that doesn’t make her less annoyed , however. “ if you don’t want a makeover , fine. i’ll just buy some other poor , less fortunate person’s , friendship. ” chin lifts , huff flurrying through nostrils. “ i could have made you look really hot you know ? like a model. ” she almost sounds disappointed.
“ no. does anyone ever ? ” it was kind of a family trait to word things with unapologetic candor. growing up a hale meant to , by default , always be ready to serve quick retorts in all and every given situation. it wasn’t personal , it didn’t mean she disliked , per se , the other girl. it did mean she thought the idea of a ‘ makeover ’ utterly unnecessary. and stupid. “ i’m not interested in looking hot. what i am interested in is what for do you need to buy my so-called friendship ? want me to roughen someone up ? cause let me tell you , i can do that for free if you give me good enough reason. ”
Rosemary, lavender, sage, rain, grass, the smell of the person you love.
gillian anderson - “what’s your favourite smell?” (via effyeffa)
SANTA CLARITA DIET | 3x09 Zombody
hazedsea.
❝ yes , you are a bully. a horrible , terrible , person. you’re going to hell. ❞ her tone is light , her face contorting into a smile. in a world where vampires existed , abby was definitely bottom on the list of terrible people. even if she had stolen a juice box.
the two of them , with such similar yet different situations. the two of them had been thrown into a world they knew little to nothing about. and yet , here they were. fighting to survive. ❝ ––––– how is everything ? ❞
nervous / guilty chuckle. haha ! memory of blowing up fracking site , no less , comes creeping in. this whole juicebox ‘ incident ’ in comparison to that didn’t deserve the overreaction from own side. for a second she wonders what blonde friend would think if she knew , what it would feel like to confide that in another. but the idea of burdening somebody else with very own mistakes wasn’t of her liking.
“ oof ! everything is— ” it hangs in the atmosphere for a minute , the inconclusive thought , ever so adequate for how uncertain things felt for abby in that moment. “ everything is. how are things with you ? ” question ends in a more singson-y tone , hopeful that perhaps buffy would have better news , a more concrete prospect.
‘ starting a big fire is reckless and dangerous , abby. ’ ‘ well not if we work together and have each other’s backs , eric. ’
i’m walking in the steps of those who have gone. lost, am i.