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please, won't you wait? won't you stay? at least until the sun goes down. hear me out before you say the night is over. I want you to know that we gotta carry on. anne. 20. multi-muse. v selective. + var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5269226"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

[drunkcns]

test post!

[drunkcns]

Shout at my muse to see how they respond:

"I shouldn’t be in love with you!"

"It’s not fair!"

"I could kill you right now!"

"Knock it off!"

"Screw you!"

"You’re a complete moron!"

"I love this song!"

"Bring that here!"

"I hate you!"

"I’m pissed off!"

"Make me!"

"I wish you’d never been born!"

"I bought ice cream!"

"Kiss my ass!"

"Shut up!"

"I can’t do it anymore!"

"Take me home!"

"Just kiss me already!

"I can't be in love with you!"

"I can't believe this!"

"Piss off!"

"I wish things were that simple!"

"I love you!"

"Jump off a bridge!"

"You’re so hot!"

[apcthies]

she leaned away from him, scrunching her nose in disgust. if he even considered putting that mess anywhere near her, she’d be forced to take some physical action against him. and would she feel any remorse? hell the fuck no. she watched him scramble around, making even more of an ass of himself  as he tried to cover the contents of his cart. she hadn’t had any interest whatsoever what he’d planned on buying before now, but since he made a point to hide it from her, she raised a brow at him in challenge. “ as impressed as i am with your little hidden contortionism that i’m sure nat just loves to take advantage of, if you think it’ll keep me from strong arming you out of the way, you’re sorely mistaken. ” she hugged the jar of sauce to her chest and tilted her head at his words, fighting a smile at how awkward and clearly unprepared he was to see her. “ pasta sauce, ” she explained, waving it in front of him. “ y’know, the kind that leaves all of us happy at the end of the meal rather than blowing chunks in the bathroom? ” she let her words hang in the air for a moment before rolling her eyes and sighing, holding her arms out on either side of her, helpless. “ xanadu, when the hell have you ever seen me carry a purse? i’ve got my wallet and my phone — i could give you a few receipts… ‘s all i’ve got. ”

[drunkcns]

the temptation to reach forward just a little more overwhelmed him. all zander had to do was stretch out his arm and sab’s face would get to feel the great, slimy yolk run down her cheeks. but was that little moment of joy worth it? he just wanted to see the look of horror on her face and skip over the part where she tried to murder him. what exactly would she do to him? she wasn’t really the type to hold back -- and broken bones just didn’t seem very enjoyable. in fact, they’d probably impede this little dinner plan that he was concocting. zander remained frozen in place, his back bent weirdly and his legs stretched out in strange positions. he looked like a damn fool, sticky fingers and all. to make matters worse, sab brought up sex with nat. it was implied but it still made him want to bury his head in the sand. his rosy cheeks turned even darker, his heart ready to jump right out of his chest. now zander did make a lot of sexual jokes, that was his thing. when they were directed at him however, that threw him off of his game a little. the guy could dish it, but he could’t take. what a truly awful situation he found himself in. but after sab mentioned the sauce, his eyes looked down at the jar, a smile spreading across his face once again. hey, there was the missing ingredient! he had spent way too long looking for that damn jar. he racked his brain on how to proceed without ruining the surprise or getting his nose broken. “hm... well...” he started, shifting around so he was finally standing up straight like a normal human being. “i can... hold that sauce for ya while you go and find some napkins for me? maybe? possibly? i’ll pay for that sauce and whatever else you’re getting. tampons? wait, do they sell tampons at grocery stores? i’ve never looked.”

[5secondsofwolf]

Sciles Everybody

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[greggaraki]

who is going to ride or die for me this hard

[drecmers]

if there was one thing natalia hated more than going out in public – it was shopping. despite her chosen profession relying on her slight customer service skills, she hated being around them. aside from her twin, zander, and (slightly more than) occasionally ethan, humans made her gag. it wasn’t her fault, it was a learned trait after everything her mother had put her and her sister through. wearing nothing more than a distressed pair of daisy dukes, a black crop top, one of zander’s over-sized shirts, and a pair of flip-flops, it was no surprise that as the brunette traipsed through the aisles, she received stares. that didn’t matter, though, her eyes were glued to zander. “hey, z?” she muttered, shuffling her feet across the filthy linoleum tile, “you realize you don’t have to do this, right?” she was more than content with take out, considering it was what she grew up on. her attention was far too focused on the boy’s mannerisms, doting on the way he walked, the faces he made while in thought, even just the way his hair seemed to sway with each motion; she was so wrapped up in him, she didn’t have time to catch the eggs. “oh, what the fuck,” she hissed, a bit too loud. desperately trying to think of a way to save the boy she was so fond of, she haphazardly went through her purse, pulling out a few loose tissues and receipt paper. “hold on, babe,” she muttered, accidentally letting the pet name slip. her hands covered his, small yet erratic movements causing her digits to shake as she tried to wipe his clean. “you okay?”

[drunkcns]

zander laughed loudly, garnering stares from the other shoppers. of course, he didn’t mind that very much. he’s always been the strange kid that people whispered about behind their hands. that just meant he was interesting enough to talk about. after his laughter died down, he watched quietly as natalia fumbled with the pieces of tissues and receipts in her hands, a comforting warmth spreading through his body. he couldn’t but smile as her hands covered him, seemingly shooting him up with more warmth. it was a little cheesy whenever he thought about how she made him feel, but he’s learning that it’s perfectly normal. and day by day, he just wanted more. zander leaned in to press his forehead against hers, his eyes crinkled with affection and mirth. “i’m fine, pretty girl,” he said, moving his hands to that he can cradle her hands in his, yolky goodness and all. “the eggs were just a small casualty for this dinner war thing. that didn’t make much sense, point is, i’m all good. although the employees here are gonna be pissed about this mess. but don’t worry, i’ll protect you from their wrath. you can use my body as a shield. then maybe later you can use it for other things.” he winked before bursting into giggles, taking his hands away from hers to properly clean off the mess. everything he said may have been a joke, but there was the truth hovering behind his words. he’d do anything to protect nat, anything to keep that smile on her face and tears away.

[pocmuses]

pocmuses’ aesthetic series  — successful business owner

shoutout to @dear-indies for giving me amazing ideas for quite a few aesthetics!

[stilhess]

[book-caps]

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

[danger]

[apcthies]

grocery shopping was decidedly not sabine’s favorite pastime. in fact, she preferred to file it into the category of ‘worst possible things to be doing on a tuesday night.’ especially now that she was out of work, the task seemed all the more daunting. she’d saved enough to survive somewhat comfortably in splitting the rent of the apartment with her sister, ethan and zander, but her bank account was slowly dwindling with each passing day. even when she and nat were kids there were the wellfare checks and the disability ones their mom was still collecting from a majorly over exaggerated injury from the job she’d quit when they were seven. now? less than two hundred dollars left and she was at the god damn grocery store looking for the very specific type of pasta sauce that everyone seemed to agree on. in what she assumed was an attempt to sour her mood even more, someone nearby was whistling some godawful cheery tune that was bound to get stuck in her head later on. frowning, she turned the corner, only to watch as the carton of eggs slipped from zander’s grasp, colliding with the linoleum and splattering all across the floor. she crossed her arms over her chest and approached him, an amused smile on her face. “ not sure if stickin’ your hand in the raw egg was your best move, xanadu. ”

[drunkcns]

the yolk was cold and mushy between his fingers, somehow spreading even further on his shoes. it’s fucking alive! he laughed loudly, reaching up and wiggling his yolk-covered fingers in front of sabine. but quickly realizing that sab was in front of him, zander jolted upright, stepping in front of the cart to hide its contents. he contorted his body in ways that he shouldn’t be able to, trying to keep it from her view. how in the world was he supposed to cook a surprise dinner if the person he was cooking for saw everything he was doing? god damn twin, ruining his thoughtfulness. could sab read his mind? she was usually an expert in seeing right through zander. living in close quarters -- and probably dating her twin -- lent itself to that. did they ever gossip about him? snapping out of his thoughts that always drowned him, he looked straight into sabine’s eyes. “s-sab! girl, what are you doing here? why are you at the grocery store? go away,” he stuttered, his cheeks blooming a bright pink. that had to be the lamest attempt at a cover-up. disappointed in himself, he smiled bashfully before holding his hand out at sab. “please tell me you have a magic pocket or a magic purse that dispense napkins,” he said quietly, his eyes crinkling up in hopes that she would entirely ignore his previous little episode. it was embarrassing to say the least.

[drecmers]

immediately, matthew leaned backwards away from the fiery brunette. he couldn’t understand, at all really, why she was yelling at him. it was a mistake, an accident. where he came from, once someone apologized, it was the end of it. even if that wasn’t the case, was it really his fault? “i-i…” he stammered, attempting to form words to yet again express his sincerest apologies, but nothing came out. “it’s a sidewalk,” he mumbled quietly. “i was just doing what people do, you know, walk. i didn’t mean to trample your things miss but… but they were there. i’m sorry, again, but i don’t know what i’m s'posed to do about it now?”

[drunkcns]

“i’m sorry, what was that? repeat. speak like a big boy, i’m sure you’re capable although you can hardly walk like one,” alana snapped, brushing her knotted hair with her fingers. annoyed was an understatement to say the least, although maybe she couldn’t blame this clumsy stranger for her foul mood. alana was the one who dropped it first, and her fatigue quite possibly -- maybe, maybe not, she doesn’t like to admit fault -- caused her to be more irate than usual. looking back up at the woeful and slightly pathetic look on the man’s face, she breathed in deeply. “thank you,” she said begrudgingly, stopping herself from rolling her eyes. “but you better hope and pray that this exam goes well, otherwise i will track you down. you can run along thinking that you’ll be safe, but once a bad grade lands on my desk, you’ll feel it.” that... didn’t sound grateful at all. could you blame her? (most definitely -- but she’ll never accept fault on her own) she gulped, rearranging her thoughts before speaking again. that look needed to disappear, it was actually tugging at her conscience. “or if this thrusts you into a state of panic thus landing me in legal trouble, you can buy me strong coffee and we’ll fall right out of each other’s lives.”

[macktm]

“ looks like you’re struggling, but i’m sure you could still be good, tiger. “ claire mused, gathering the notebooks with care, even despite the obvious negative connotation of the other girl’s words. she remained at peace in her naive persona, rounding up the notebooks slowly, even, to draw out every second as people walked around them. claire lived to please–to make an impact, and leave people with a lingering impression. it’s what she had been taught to do from a young age, attending galas with her parents and participating in pageants with the sole intent of learning to please crowds. one-on-one interaction, she realized now, was proving to be a whole new ball game.  “ less than five minutes into our relationship, and you’re already givin’ in to the please’s. “ claire looked across at the girl, making an unrelenting attempt to read her expression. did she hate her already ? it was an impossible feat–a new record, claire figured. the girl’s final comment still threw her off momentarily, causing something in her chest to stutter, and sending the corner of her mouth up into a smirk. “ claire, “ she let her own name slip from her mouth, standing up with a pile of notebooks in hand, holding them out to her, “ my name, i mean, is claire. “ post-confession, she freed a hand from supporting the notebooks and pretended to zip her mouth closed, before returning it to hold the books out to her.

[drunkcns]

"does it really?” alana drawled, sarcasm dripping down every syllable. she watched the girl as her patience burned away like the wick of a candle, counting the years that it took for her to collect her journals. if she was going to help, couldn’t she speed it up a little? why did she insist on wasting more time? once again, alana would have to do everything herself. she knew she couldn’t depend on a stranger’s kindness. she had learned from the start that if she wanted something done -- and done properly -- it was all up to her. rolling her eyes as dramatically as possible, hoping that the girl actually caught the fact that alana was in no mood to deal with airheads like her, she opened her mouth to berate the stranger. unfortunately for her, the girl beat her to it by cutting her out with some more frivolous conversation. her eyebrows scrunched together, alana looked up at the girl in slight awe. how could someone be so... airy without floating away? maybe the dead weight of her clothes was enough to keep her grounded. “since i didn’t ask for your name, claire, i don’t feel the need to give you mine,” alana retorted defiantly, collecting her journals and holding them closely to her chest. her shoulders visibly relaxed with her precious notes back in her arms, her irritation slowly reducing. her eyes fluttered closed as she took in a deep breath, her serenity breaking when she realized that claire was still standing there. “well, thank you, i suppose. run along now. shoo shoo.”

[cosimacormier]

[pitchblackgo]

[hippieseurope-deactivated202503]

Sensitive souls don’t have it easy in this cruel world. They feel like their souls are getting trampled on in so many ways. That’s why you see their eyes light up when they can caress a face or an animal, or breathe in the scent of a flower.

Sereno Sky, author of the Hippie novel “Lonely Traveller” (via hippieseurope)