The Witch Bitch

Celosia Mae. 24. Demi-god. Son of Hecate. Designer at For the Fairest + Cashier at It's a motherly thing. Gay. Androgynous. (Disclaimer:) this is a roleplay account for Mount Phoenix, as portrayed by the mun princess.

[mountphoenix-memes]

promptfairy​:

❥   𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍     [   𝐀   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋   𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   ]  .

designed  for  muses  with  a  bit  of  unresolved  tension between  them ,   but  can  be  used  for  any  circumstances you  see  fit !!  

my muse = reblogger your muse = sender

♡   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄  :    add   ‘  + 🔁  ’   to  reverse  the  roles .

📖  :    my  muse  discovers  your  muse  reading  a  diary  entry  that  my  muse  wrote  about  yours .

💅  :    your  muse  paints  my  muse’s  nails .

🚿  :    my  muse  accidentally  moans  while  your  muse  washes  their  hair .

👕  :    your  muse  helps  my  muse  get  dressed  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🛏️  :    our  muses  are  forced  by  circumstance  to  share  a  bed  for  the  night .

🧼  :    your  muse  bathes  mine  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🙏  :    our  muses’  hands  brush  as  they  walk  side  by  side .

💢  :    your  muse  picks  mine  up   &   carries  them  over  their  shoulder .

👁️  :    your  muse  is  watching  mine  sleep ,   when  my  muse  suddenly  wakes  up   &   catches  them .

🚬  :    my  muse  steals  a  cigarette   (   or lollipop   )   from  your  muse   &   puts  it  in  their  mouth .

🎐  :    our  muses  slow  dance  together .

🧦  :    your  muse  walks  in  on  my  muse  changing  clothes .

🎀  :   your  muse  brushes  my  muse’s  hair .

💍  :    our  muses  are  mistaken  for  a  couple  by  someone  else .

👔  :    your  muse  notices  that  my  muse’s  shirt  is  open   &   goes  to  ‘  fix  it  ’ .

👗  :    my  muse  sees  yours  all  dressed  up .

🪑  :    my  muse  is   ‘  forced  ’   to  sit  on  your  muse’s  lap   (   due  to  a  lack  of  chairs ,   faulty seatbelt ,  etc .   )

🍆  :    your  muse  makes  a  suggestive  joke  but  my  muse  actually  acts  on  it . 

[celosiaxmp]

“ i wanna get better. ” Heather says as he eyes the jars. They comfort him. "But I'm not going to a doctor. They use weird methods, you know?"

3, 4, 5 - still accepting!

Celosia turned his eyes up towards the other when the door chimed, greeting him warmly as he entered, and rolling his curious eyes over the form in front of him. Something seemed to be weighing heavily on his mind, the man’s shoulders taut as he peered around curiously to the jars arranged out on shelves. Turning back to his task, the witch boy blew out the burning leaf in his hand, setting it aside to smoke in a dish behind him and the counter before facing the customer.  “I’m sure we can find something to lend a hand, sir.” He chimed sweetly, smoothly in that tone of his as he rounded the countertops, a black polecat scattering to reach him that lunged up his arm, crawling over the back of his neck to lay there curiously watching the other. “What is the problem we are fixing, if you don’t mind me asking?” 

[celosiaxmp]

“ you need to heal first. ”

3, 4, 5 - still accepting!

To say this had not gone as expected, was an understatement of the century. A simple comment had sparked a fight and the next thing Celosia knew he was waking up in someone else’s care. A complete stranger who, mind you, was rather easy on the eyes; this couldn’t have been all bad after all. Except, it was. Battered and bruised, Celosia felt as though he’d been in some cartoon - with a weighted safe dropped on him.....several times. Though, he supposed he was glad he was on his own, and no one else got involved. Well, save for this mystical savior of his.  “Either,” oof, his voice was rather rough after that sleep. Clearing his throat, he winced at the pain, peeking his eyes open towards the male beside him; who had stopped him from sitting up when the initial panic had set in upon waking. “I’ve died and gone to some sort of a heaven. Or, I got saved by one heck of a God..” His lips curls slightly, the split in his lower making it hard to stretch without wincing. 

[promptfairy]

𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

“  let’s go home.  ” “  um,  excuse me?  ” “  you broke it.  ” “  need a hand?  ” “  please,  help me.  ” “  i missed you.  ” “  i’m not sorry.  ” “  tell the truth.  ” “  what happened here?  ” “  got a minute?  ” “  life’s a bitch.  ” “  you’ve done enough.  ” “  i’m still learning.  ” “  don’t touch me.  ” “  was that you?  ” “  there’s no god.  ” “  you deserve better.  ” “  you’re a saint.  ” “  you are enough.  ” “  maybe you’re right.  ” “  this will pass.  ” “  you complete me.  ” “  you got this.  ”

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

“  don’t be so dramatic.  ” “  no guts,  no glory.  ” “  i’m calling for help.  ” “  run away with me.  ” “  it’s always been you.  ” “  some things take time.  ” “  you’re being awfully quiet.  ” “  please don’t hurt me.  ” “  snap out of it.  ” “  did you miss me?  ” “  how do i look?  ” “  i wanna get better.  ” “  whatever floats your boat.  ” “  i’ll love you always.  ” “  what are you waiting for?  ” “  at least i tried.  ” “  give me a kiss.  ” “  what’s the fucking point?  ” “  god,  i love you.  ” “  i’m doing my best.  ” “  i waited for you.  ” “  you woke me up.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ”

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

“  you can’t keep doing this.  ” “  i think i love you  …  ” “  you make me feel special.  ” “  are you upset with me?  ” “  you need to heal first.  ” “  let me see the wound.  ” “  is your brain even on?  ” “  don’t give up on me.  ” “  you are perfect to me.  ” “  i can’t take this anymore.  ” “  you are my favorite person.  ” “  you had me at  ‘  hello.  ’   ” “  i wanted to see you.  ” “  don’t give me that look.  ” “  you’re a work of art.  ” “  i’m not scared of you.  ” “  i have  …  so many questions.  ”  “  do you think i’m stupid?  ” “  just tell me what happened.  ” “  i just want to help.  ” “  we need to be careful.  ” “  what did you just say?  ” “  i miss talking to you.  ”

[morememesforall]

word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[celosiaxmp]

;;sleeping draught.

@bellamy-mp

It was not often a new face wandered into the shop. Most of the customers were repeats that knew what they wanted, what they were after and where exactly to go to get it. The shop was not the most occupied like For the Fairest, but it had it’s own unique charm; he guessed. Which was why even on his shift between shoply duties the long haired demi-god found himself leaning into the counter top with his sketch pad wide open, doodlings of all his newest designs for outfit ideas. The countertop around his stool was decorated in the colors, in the gothic, in the chic; in the Celosia Mae name brand he intended to fill Mount Phoenix’s streets with. It was a long winded dream, for sure, but it was blossoming - slowly but surely. 

Lost in his daydreams of thought, the boy hadn’t even realized the door had chimed and a customer had come wandering their way inside. Like every other he assumed it was a regular, and didn’t pay much attention to it thinking they knew their way around. That was, until the clearing of a throat caught his attention and drew his attention up. “Welcome to It’s a Motherly Thing, your one stop shop for all your potion, spells or brew needs. How can I-” His voice drolled on, thick with boredom as his eyes rolled up towards the person standing there. 

Standing before him was by far the cutest treat to have walked in the store lately - and Celosia’s attention narrowed in him as soon as he realized it. In a flash his doodles were gathered up into his arms, stashed to the under side of the counter before the long haired brunette was leaning against it, chin perched contently on the top of his hand that was held up by his elbow. “Well, hello.~ How may I be of service to you?”

[bellamy-mp-deactivated20200617]

bellamy had been having a hard time lately. it wasn’t out of the normal for him to stay up all night: the comfort of the moon provided a bright light in his otherwise dull heart. but his increasingly worrisome sleep deprivation had been getting to him more and more, and once it started affecting his ability to focus on his work he knew he had to make a change. he’d tried prescribed sleeping pills, even smoked a bit more than usual, but his trapped thoughts kept him awake all night long.

on a walk to free himself from his mind, he whistled softly into his scarf through the chilly streets. the lamp posts were lined with lantern lights on this beautiful street, and one shop caught his eye as he passed by it. he stalled, staring at the sign and tilted his head. ‘it’s a motherly thing’: perhaps there was something that could aid his nonexistent sleeping patterns? he contemplated just continuing on with his walk, but figured he had nothing to lose. 

pushing open the door he hummed appreciatively at the jingle it let out. aromas of all kinds filled his nose, and he looked around at the interesting and creative decor. his eyes flickered around the shop before he realized he had no idea where he was going, or even what he was looking for. a glance at the front counter revealed the cashier: long hair adorning handsome features, tongue poking out slightly as he seemed preoccupied and very focused on something. bellamy took a few steps towards him and cleared his throat.

watching as his gaze kept focused on his papers, bellamy took note of the figure drawings. he was a designer, he gathered. the cashier’s eyes slowly flickered up to meet bel’s, where he gave a slightly awkward wave and pulled his scarf down. the shift in the male’s eyes was slightly amusing, he had clearly not been expecting bellamy. as he leaned over the counter, bellamy kept a straight face, eyes intense yet somehow soft. he tilted his head at him, voice deep and soothing, “hello. i need something to help me sleep.”

[celosiaxmp]

As the scarf pulled down, Celosia drank in the stare of those deep chocolate orbs that returned his way. The unsure - soft but somehow intent stare he was met with earning a delightful shiver down his spine. And wouldn’t you know it, a deep voice to match? Swoon town, party of Celosia - like always. Suddenly, his dangerously tempted mind danced with the thought of listening to that voice far more often than he was likely going to be given. “I can offer a few ideas as to how to wear yourself out for some sleep cutie, alas - I don’t quite think that’s what you came in for.~” His voice trilled with inflation to curl his words innocently; a vast difference to the curious darkness in his eyes. 

“A sleeping draught, however, might just be what you’re looking for.” Lifting his head, his hand pointed to the curtain behind him, leading into the back room of the shop. “Lucky for you, we had to make a fresh batch to bottle up. Draughts only have a shelf life of about a month, give or take.” Celosia shrugged his slender shoulders, moving to stand up and perch his hands on his hips, one cocked out as his head tilted intently at the other. Long brown locks shifting to swish over his shoulder with the motion. “The question, handsome, there in lies in which variant to do you need? Normal, just for struggling to sleep. Or the nightmare brew, best against those plagued by nightmares causing their lack of sleep.” 

[rocknmeme]

the magic of fuller: book one by will mallette violence, blood mention.  

“we had a good breakfast. do you think you’ll survive?”

“you sure were out of it. i’ve been trying to wake you up for ten minutes.”

“that wasn’t fair and you know it. you caught me off guard.”

“good morning, sleepyhead.”

“i’ll let you know when, and don’t let me catch you peeking.”

“the hot chocolate is ready.”

“i got dizzy all of a sudden, that’s all.”

“but that’s enough for today.”

“let’s go make some sandwiches.”

“it’s a secret, and a surprise.”

“to start with, i want you to relax. try not to think about anything. close your eyes and relax.”

“i don’t even remember going to bed.”

“breathe deep, taking your breaths all the way in and letting them out slowly.”

“that’s because i had to carry you to your bed.”

“now, my little man, what do you say we go get some breakfast?”

“something told me to bring this in case we ran into trouble.”

“i am warning you: don’t try to weasel your way out of it.”

“is it okay if i sleep in your bed tonight?”

“you’re doing an excellent job.” 

“you must have been worlds away, as hard as it was to wake you.”

“i guess you better stop it, then; don’t you think?”

“we’re going fishing this weekend.”

“it’s way past our bedtimes and we have a lot to do tomorrow.”

“you be careful. i know you want to learn this, but you have to be patient, too.”

“are you okay this morning?”

“you will miss out on a lot of things that kids have fun doing, and i feel bad about that.”

“that’s my little helper.”

“what do you say we call it a day and go make some chocolate chip cookies?”

“it’s more dangerous than anything you’ll ever learn.”

“i love you, too. i think we’re going to have a lot of fun today.”

“stay back and no one gets hurt.”

“i’ve lost a lot of blood.”

“you don’t have to feel bad. i’m having more fun than any kid ever dreamt about, spending time with you.”

“i think it’s time for a rest.”

“you get the eggs and whatever you want in your omelet, and i’ll get the frying pan ready.”

“that’s easy for you to say. it’s not your house.”

“you must never try to hurt anyone, except to protect someone else or to protect yourself.”

[celosiaxmp]

;;sleeping draught.

@bellamy-mp

It was not often a new face wandered into the shop. Most of the customers were repeats that knew what they wanted, what they were after and where exactly to go to get it. The shop was not the most occupied like For the Fairest, but it had it’s own unique charm; he guessed. Which was why even on his shift between shoply duties the long haired demi-god found himself leaning into the counter top with his sketch pad wide open, doodlings of all his newest designs for outfit ideas. The countertop around his stool was decorated in the colors, in the gothic, in the chic; in the Celosia Mae name brand he intended to fill Mount Phoenix’s streets with. It was a long winded dream, for sure, but it was blossoming - slowly but surely. 

Lost in his daydreams of thought, the boy hadn’t even realized the door had chimed and a customer had come wandering their way inside. Like every other he assumed it was a regular, and didn’t pay much attention to it thinking they knew their way around. That was, until the clearing of a throat caught his attention and drew his attention up. “Welcome to It’s a Motherly Thing, your one stop shop for all your potion, spells or brew needs. How can I-” His voice drolled on, thick with boredom as his eyes rolled up towards the person standing there. 

Standing before him was by far the cutest treat to have walked in the store lately - and Celosia’s attention narrowed in him as soon as he realized it. In a flash his doodles were gathered up into his arms, stashed to the under side of the counter before the long haired brunette was leaning against it, chin perched contently on the top of his hand that was held up by his elbow. “Well, hello.~ How may I be of service to you?”

[celosiaxmp]

;;c a u g h t.

@mpcamazotz

After a peaceful day out with Minji, the elder brother getting more and more acquainted with his little sister, it was high time they returned to the shop of their /Mother/ for the beginning of his shift that evening. The little one had offered to stay with him and keep him company, a thought that pleased him very much. At least she’d be looked after, the sour thought crossed his mind as he ruffled the girl’s hair with a gentle warm palm. A chuckle ringing through from him as he watched Agni wiggle in his sister’s hold and make himself home in her embrace. The walk was quiet, just two souls absorbing the sun’s rays as the last few lights of day before they were encased in the dim shop once more. 

“She really ought to brighten the place, is all I’m sayin’.” Celosia rumbled, on his tirade about the woman all over again as he shrugged his shoulders aimlessly. “How is anyone supposed to know what’s what if they can’t read the labels? Not my job to educate the masses.” This earned a laugh from the child, brightening the smile up the elder siblings face as he reached for the doorknob of the shop, twisting it open to let her and his black polecat slip inside first, before following behind. He brushed the door closed behind him, slipping his purse off to set it to the counter as Minji bounced towards the curtain leading to the back to find Agni a treat. 

“C-Celly.” Minji’s tone drew his like a shadow to her side, protective big brother mode switching on as he stepped up behind her. But what his eyes found was beyond amusing. “She couldn’t even have the decency to keep it out of the workplace, mmn.” Three sets of eyes stared at the half dressed God caught by the offsprings standing there in the doorway. One from the familiar in the youngest one’s hand; a second from the innocent child that had seen far too much of this to know without knowing. And finally Celosia’s own pair, a smug grin curled up his features as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

[celosiaxmp]

;;sweet surprise

@mp-ryo ; continued from here.

“Oh my, my, my.~” Celosia tutted with a click of his teeth calmly, drinking in the beautiful sight laid out for him. Another pang curled the attention to his sweet tooth - his own little spark of craving rearing it’s head on him again. “When I asked for a most delectable sight, I admit this is not what I had in mind. Though, I’m not arguing.” With a slight movement of his foot, Celly pushed the door closed behind him before carrying himself closer to the beautiful male on the bed in front of him. Fingers lifted from his side, withdrawing from the warmth of his jacket pocket, itching to touch. The only vice he and his blood mother seemed to share; though, anyone could tell with a glance as the two stood beside each other they were one in the same. 

Fingertips met ankle gently, drawing in a non-chalant wave of patterns along the silky thigh highs, creeping up towards open skin that did not change his easy glide. Well taken care of, he mused internally, fingers wrapping the male’s inner thigh as he bent at the waist to lean towards him. Free hand moved to give a gentle tug at the silver cuffs, ensuring their security. “Anything I should know before this little.... escapade of ours begins? Or perhaps, any knowledge I can offer you~?”

[celosiaxmp]

🌨️

still accepting!!

It’s a Motherly Thing had been quiet all shift; though, the demi-god supposed that was due to the imposing weather. Celly didn’t mind it, it gave ample time to draw out his sketches for his newest designs to work on this coming week at For the Fairest. At the sound of the bell at the door, and the sudden sound of rushing water, Agni gave a squeak as he nudged his furry little head into the crook of the male’s neck. “Hm? What now, Agni?” When his eyes lifted, he was greeted with the sight of a soaking wet patron. Celosia tilted his head and ran his eyes over the other, teeth capturing the corner of his lip in quiet appreciation. Maybe the gods were smiling on him for once. “Well, this is a sight for sore eyes.” He crutched against the counter top and perched his chin in his palm, a grin curling up his face. “You look a little wet there, hon.”

[celosiaxmp]

🍃 : swaying on feet

still accepting!!

Babylon; a frequent establishment he graced after his long hours at the shop, and tending to Minji to ensure she was fast asleep and taken care of. Not as if someone else was going to do it. The thought drew a sigh from Celosia’s lips, rocking back and forth on his feet as he glanced around the foyer quietly. It was an awful quiet night for the staff - which in his mind was shocking considering the beauties that worked here. Though, perhaps he was biased in that regard. 

Usually, he’d be waiting for Ryo’s freedom to slip in for some quality passtime with the other when he noticed another come walking through. He’d seen Callum about on his visits, but had never actually gotten the chance to get to talk to him. With a mischevious smirk, Celosia’s lips formed together to whistle playfully - swaying a moment as he rocked up straight again, cocking a hip out where his hands moved to settle. “You’re a popular one lately. Can’t say I blame them.~”

[celosiaxmp]

[celosiaxmp]

🌻 : siobhan wearing a dead flower in her hair

still accepting!! 

 Wide eyed and jaw dropped; Celosia stared at the demi-goddess before her with so many emotions written across his features. Adoration, confusion, curiosity; to name a few as he examined her in full. She had her own unique style, and there was something about her that just screamed original beauty. She was beautiful, in her own style and he absolutely adored that. 

“Forgive me, darling. But that,” Working his way around the counter, one hand took hold of her gloved one the other reaching up to adjust the dead foliage correctly. A smile working it’s way up his face made a slow appearance, before he spun her like the queen he saw her as. “is bitchin! You do not need my help, girl. Not at all!”

[celosiaxmp]

🌻 : wearing a flower in hair

still accepting!!

Fashion was absolutely everything to Celly, and his job was to make sure others looked their best. Focused on the piece he was working on, the flower crown pinned to his hair bounced with his motions as he shifted into a crouch, stealing a pin from the cushion strapped to his wrist to finish the piece he was working on. His eyes flickered up to the male behind the counter, with the strangest look on his face. Not a face he’d seen before, that was for sure. 

“What? Never seen a man wear flowers before?” He teased in a playfully coy tone, far too much toy to his words as he stretched up and bent at the waist towards the counter. Palms anchored him against it, batting those large eyes at the other. “How can I be of service handsome~?”

[rocknmeme]

random muse encounters send a symbol (or more!) to find my muse:    

🍺 : drunk

🍃 : swaying on feet

🌻 : wearing a flower in hair

🌌 : laughing uncontrollably

👀 : holding a weapon

🚔 : sitting in the back of a patrol car

👣 : dancing

🏥 : being loaded into an ambulance

🌊 : crying

☀️ : sick and delirious

🥪 : eating a sandwich

🤖 : hiding something behind back

💀 : near death

💖 : covered in paint

👮 : wearing handcuffs

😵 : throwing up

👋 : cradling a broken arm

💰 : with a sack of money

👟 : running for their life

🐙 : waiting for a hug

🚬 : smoking a cigarette

🔺 : bruised and bloody

🌨️ : drenched from the rain

🌑 : falling asleep

[memestockpile]

THE INTERESTINGS BY MEG WOLITZER  feel free to change pronouns and sentences as needed. brief mention of suicide. 

“ you don’t always need to be the dazzler. “

“ that is how friendships begin: one person reveals a moment of strangeness, and the other person decides just to listen and not exploit it. “

“ there is power in once having known someone. “

“ this is 92% stupid. “

“ good boy. you’re so brave. “

“ with love, apparently you didn’t necessarily feel the need to explain anything at all. “

“ most people aren’t talented. so what are they supposed to do – kill themselves? “

“ after a certain age, you feel a need not to be alone. it’ll grew stronger, like a radio frequency, until finally it is so powerful that you were forced to do something about it. “

“ i’ve always sort of felt that you prepare yourself over the course of your whole life for the big moments, you know? but when they happen, you sometimes feel totally unready for them, or even that they’re not what you thought. “

“ the reality is really different than the fantasy. “

“ we are so, so fucked. “

“ we are all here, on this earth, for only one go around. “ 

“ twitter. you know what that is? termites with microphones. “

“ you’re very talented. “

“ what does a woman have to do to be taken seriously? “

“ isn’t the whole point of being an artist, or at least part of it, being not having to wear a tie? “

“ you judged people not on their success, but their appeal. “

“ everyone simply has to wait patiently in order to lose the people they love one by one, all the while acting as if they aren’t waiting for that at all. “

“ the past is so tenacious. “

“ art is just as important as science. “

“ is there anything sadder than the scrawniest little piece of uneaten chicken at a dinner party? “

“ i feel content. “

“ that’s an old person’s word. “

“ let everyone who meets us fall down dead in our path from just how fucking interesting we are. “

“ go to your room. i’ll be there in a few minutes to talk to you. “

“ you’ve always been a very smart boy. “

“ nobody tells you how long you should keep doing something before you give up forever. “

“ sometimes a mindfuck is a satisfying and productive fuck, after all. “

“ we had a good marriage. i just always thought it’d last longer. “

“ it’s hard to understand at your age. “