Wonderwall | Oasis
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@emilyxwilson
Wonderwall | Oasis
Send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it's a secret.
she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s me. it’s me. i’m looking in the mirror. i’m so perfect and beautiful
◎ What is your greatest regret?
"Greatest regret?" Emily repeats to herself quietly, pondering on her answer--more than being honest to the one asking, she needed to be honest to herself (thing she hadn't been for the longest time), so it's hard and it gets her silenced for a moment. "I've been regretting a lot of things lately." She finally says, as honest as she could be. "My life choices in general, honestly." A loud sigh leaves her throat. "You know, death hits you a lot harder when it's around you--and I mean truly around you. It gets you thinking. It got me thinking, I've hurt people in the past... I've killed people in the past, and before--Before I really, truly, sincerely thought it wouldn't be much harm, because it was something I did for my family. With my family. But now that I think about it... Didn't all of them have families of their own? Didn't all of them have people who cared deeply for them, people who felt the kind of sadness I try not to feel? So... I guess my greatest regret, as for now was... Being me for the past years."
Send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it's a secret.
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[ ✉️ : emy ] ‘kay time to get my suit ready for another trip then eue [ ✉️ : emy ] pLS DO WANT TO I COULD HAVE ANOTHER BORROW BUDDY [ ✉️ : emy ] it really is tho like dON’T EVEN BRING MONEY. just wear something black and i’ll show you the way~
[ sms → goth hello kitty ] tell me where ur going so i can pick my gifts pls and thx [ sms → goth hello kitty ] I GUESS IM FREE TO LEARN THEN???? [ sms → goth hello kitty ] fu ck LETS DO THIS
like real people do
It takes at least a second before he actually smiled at the feeling of her lips on his cheek, the skin there still tingling as he looked through the camera at her. Daniel distracts himself—as he would always do—as took pictures of her, with every move, the most natural ones, it was a click. He chuckles softly as he sees her pouting and takes a picture of the scene. “Your hair is great, please”. Parker takes a few more pictures of her, turning the camera to have a full body take before she ran towards him.
He was about to actually see the ones he took when she grabbed the camera of his hand. “Wait—”, he says, but it was too late. She wouldn’t stop if he didn’t let her do that. With a sigh, Daniel puts his hands into his pockets and smiles at her, feeling almost blind by the flash. It was a thing being the photographer, being the model was something he just wasn’t used to. “Ok, ok, you already had your fun”, he decides, stopping her and laughing. “I will let you take more soon, I might even teach you some tricks if you want”, he adds, ruffling her hair.
He puts the camera inside of its bag and, in a risk move, ends up taking her hand in his. To be honest, he wasn’t really thinking, he just did it, just noticing it when he had his fingers intertwined on hers. “So, do you want to eat something?”, Parker asks, letting the thought of his hands off his mind, not to mess up with anything. “Ok, that was a stupid question, when on earth wouldn’t you eat something, right, Wilson?”, he laughs.
“Oh God, please do teach me your tricks, Parker.” Emily winks at the older, giving her voice a sensual tone just for the fun of it. “No, but seriously, you look really entertained when you’re with your photography toys, I would enjoy learning a bit about it.” Giving him a sincere smile, she hides that strange excitment that came from the bottom of her heart when he held her hand, simply playing along with it and giving it a squish. “I would teach you my tricks, but those are sorta deadly and I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t like it as much.” She shrugs, knowing Daniel wouldn’t want anything that had to do with what she had to do at times.
“Yes, that was a silly question.” A loud chuckle leaves her throat in agreement to what he had said. “I’m up to food all the time, especially if it’s free!” She points out, remembering him that he was the one paying even though he probably hadn’t forgot it, “So, Danny boy, I could be polite and say since you’re the one paying you should pick what we’re eating.” Emily begins, glancing at him, “But I’m not polite, you’re a loser and it’s completely on you that you’re paying…” She nods quietly, as if numbering the reasons mentally. “With that out of the way… I’m really on the mood for pastries.”
[ ✉️ : emy ] ………kk lemme just…go back to the stores tHEN??? [ ✉️ : emy ] oh oH OH YOU WANNA LEARN DO YOU~ gurl my training is gonna be intense u sure you wanna ?? if ur serious ??? [ ✉️ : emy ]all you gotta do is take girl don’t even have money ready
[ sms → goth hello kitty ] just do what u gotta do tbh??????? [ sms → goth hello kitty ] idk mAN MAYBE I DO WANT TO?????? [ sms → goth hello kitty ] i guess it could be fun--and it dOESNT SEEM THAT SIMPLE PETRA
Naughty Boy || No One’s Here to Sleep (ft. Bastille)
like real people do
He could complain about that little statement of hers, but he closed his mouth, just looking at her with an amused face, rolling his eyes. Emily was possibly the only person who would be allowed to make random jokes just to annoy him, probably because he didn’t really feel annoyed even when she was really, really impossible to deal with.
Seeing the whole decoration for the carnival, Daniel doesn’t help a smile. It was true he was on a date—was it a date?—, but being the known Parker he was, he had his camera bag hanging on one of his shoulders. With his fascination for the whole decoration, he looks down at Emily and sees her with a pretty cute smile on her face. At least it was true both of them would enjoy their times together. In a fast movement, he takes his camera out the small bag e put its strap around his neck, turning it on and ready to get a few pictures of the place—and the people who were attending.
As he hears Emily’s voice, he looks at her again and smiles, shrugging. “Only if you let me take pictures of you around here”, he suggests, but already taking his camera off his neck and changing a few settings before throw his arm around her shoulders once again, both of them looking at the camera. It wasn’t just only one picture, obviously. He took a few, both of them making a lot of different faces. “Well, it’s funny how the ones we are being idiots are the best pictures”, he points out, looking at them on the small display and showing her in the process. “Now…”, Daniel smirks, turning his face to look at his best friend. “You should go in front of the ferris wheel so I can take some good pictures of you… Be my “muse” once in your life, will you?”, Parker says, laughing softly.
“That’s because we are idiots.” She comments, a smile on her face that was almost impossible to fade, Emily (who, for some reason wasn’t on her right mind--maybe because she was desperate to look okay, desperate to be okay) held his arm and quickly gave his cheek a peck before heading to the ferris wheel, still a bit shaken by how he had used the word muse, how he had asked her to be his muse, but trying hard to ignore that silly feeling that came from her heart, she does what he tells her, standing in front of the ferris wheel, one of her hands cover her eyes as the wind leads her hair to her orbs and the other does a peace sign.
Rolling her eyes even though he couldn’t see, she sighs and takes her hand off of her face, knowing he would end up complaining about it. “My hair is annoying me.” A pout is formed by her lips as she curses herself for not bringing anything to tie it up (if it had been longer, she would tie it up with hair itself, but, well, those were the not so good parts of having short hair).
Her lips turn into a mischievious smirk as she looks straight into the camera lens (which Daniel seemed to be still using to take pictures of her), the girl then runs back to her original spot, quickly taking the camera from his hands. “You’re always taking pictures of people, but never of yourself.” She explains before he could yell at her or anything of the sort, taking a few steps behind and putting the camera in position, ready to snap a few pics of him.
the phoenix // fall out boy
i’m gonna change you like a remix then i’ll raise you like a phoenix
"Breathe.” That’s what they’re telling me. But I just can’t calm down.
[ ✉️ : emy ] aRE U EXPECTING GIFTS AS IN PLURAL??? [ ✉️ : emy ] well if you always have money maybe you could help me break my stealing ways and just give me money??? probably not but worth a try????
[ sms → goth hello kitty ] .... YES?? [ sms → goth hello kitty ] i thought you would be teaching me how to steal---girl i don't even use my money to buy myself food wtf
[ text : dan’s future wife ] okay then. you survived the wait at least. i’m very proud of you. want a cookie with some milk? [ text : dan’s future wife ] wow, you haven’t leveled up yet. how long do you plan to be a sidekick, em? [ text : dan’s future wife ] sad life. it sucks. it pains me that you have to live in those conditions. have a tissue for your tears and band-aids for your wounds. [ text : dan’s future wife ] what do you want anyways? if it’s food, then go on a date with danny.
[ sms → billionaire philanthropist ] tyvm ouo yes i do want a cookie, more than one if possible. milk is also appreciated [ sms → billionaire philanthropist ] for as long as possible??? being an actual mercenary is not on my plans, i just.... don't know what i'm gonna do WITH MY LIFE THIS GOT SERIOUS REALLY FAST JUST IGNORE THIS [ sms → billionaire philanthropist ] of course it's food--see, you're already throwing me away, refusing to buy me food B( shame on you cesare, shame on you