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ive decided to remake this multi with a much smaller muse list and a much more selective eye. if you’d like me to point you to the new one please drop me a message but in a little while i’ll be scooching away
ive decided to remake this multi with a much smaller muse list and a much more selective eye. if you’d like me to point you to the new one please drop me a message but in a little while i’ll be scooching away
ive decided to remake this multi with a much smaller muse list and a much more selective eye. if you’d like me to point you to the new one please drop me a message but in a little while i’ll be scooching away
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ive decided to remake this multi with a much smaller muse list and a much more selective eye. if you’d like me to point you to the new one please drop me a message but in a little while i’ll be scooching away
ive decided to remake this multi with a much smaller muse list and a much more selective eye. if you’d like me to point you to the new one please drop me a message but in a little while i’ll be scooching away
ive decided to remake this multi with a much smaller muse list and a much more selective eye. if you’d like me to point you to the new one please drop me a message but in a little while i’ll be scooching away
ive decided to remake this multi with a much smaller muse list and a much more selective eye. if you’d like me to point you to the new one please drop me a message but in a little while i’ll be scooching away
The After Party, dir. Ian Edelman (2018)
WHERE SHOULD YOU BE KISSED ?
cheek.
you are made of light. your cheeks hurt from grinning, sun-kissed and lifting in a bubbling laugh. you should be kissed there. and often. a reminder that you are a joy to be around, and that your smiling face is a gift.
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~ Head of a Jackal.
Place of origin: Egypt
Date: ca. 1539 B.C.
Period: New Kingdom or later
psychedelichorrorshow ! warren .
even whenever his brother stood before him, he still felt dreadfully alone. erin, leeza & sheriff hassan had managed to find safety. warren had simply decided to get a breath of fresh air. though, it didn’t feel so fresh as he watched the smoke rise into the air as more & more buildings started to burn. they’d run out of safety soon enough. he knew they were running out of options. he’ll swallow thickly as he nodded his head slowly. though, he can’t help but look taken aback.
“not worry? riley. i’ve been worried. erin’s been worried. mom & dad—…” he’ll stop himself, his jaw locking as he tenses up. he knows this isn’t the time to start something. though, another part of him knew that this was probably one of the only times he’d probably have a moment like this with his brother again. a heavy sigh, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose.
“we’re on our way to the docks—…”
he could begin to see the way all of warren’s vessels were illuminated by the blood inside him — but somehow, the feeling of sandpaper on sandpaper inside him, the grating sound ringing in his ears, didn’t phase him. he deserved all this, after all, if he really thought about it. so if he could do anything to bear this curse and help his loved ones escape, he would. even if it killed him — for real this time.
❛ i know, ❜ he accepts the brunt of the guilt. ❛ with good reason. something terrible is happening here, and you need to get OUT. ❜ before it’s too late. before he became something worse. something like what riley was right then. pump that no longer beat manages to clench with wretched heartbreak at the look on his brother’s face. ❛ let’s go, ❜ he says before the weight of it all could get to him.
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Mexican salamanders walk on grass during a media presentation of a conservation project to preserve the species in Xochimilco
Photograph: Toya Sarno Jordan/Reuters
heartvalor ! william .
to think that she had been one of many, was a fact that did not sit well with will herondale, it was a fact that he wouldn’t accept. also a fact with no proof behind it. her words should bring him some sort of relief, but they do the opposite. those were not the words of someone who believed his words. those were the words of someone who didn’t know what else to say. he frowns as he takes a step closer, daring to step into her space. hand reaching out to brush her jawline. “ i wouldn’t lie to you, zafy. i promised you, remember ? ” head tilts to the side as he takes in her soft look. like a fawn in green surroundings, standing out with her perfect doe eyes. no ordinary woman would make him feel like this. he had seen plenty to know so. she was damn special, and he’d make sure she knew it. one way or another.
he made her feel like she was some sort of treasure. she could hardly believe another being could feel something like that, let alone for her. it didn’t make sense. he came close slowly, as if she’d start, bolt if he moved too quickly. she wasn’t sure that she wouldn’t. fingers skim over her skin like feathers over porcelain. like he believed she truly was something precious and breakable. hadn’t she already been broken ? ❛ i — i know, ❜ she murmurs, voice faint. she could tell if he were lying anyway, the thrum of his heart a steady background to the quiet of her own mind. chocolate hues drop and she offers a shrug, frozen in place, tethered to the ground by uncertainty. she couldn’t bear the weight of warmth he poured over her with rich blue hues. it didn’t feel meant for her. ❛ - – sorry. ❜
