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if the earth ends in fire and the seas are frozen in time, there will be just one survivor: the memory that i was yours and you were mine.

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i've moved!

i’ve moved to a different account. it is all female and selective, sorry, but if you wish to roleplay with me still go ahead and give this account a follow.

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follow me here!

i’ve switched to a selective, all female blog. follow if you wish.

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Headcanon: Riley takes a liking to Raya and takes her to a concert, but they spend the whole day together and Riley basically has so many pictures of them together/of Raya because she can’t get enough of how cute she is. (If you haven’t noticed, I really wanna plot them out hAH) 

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when ur studying and doing hw, so you're calmly listening to ed sheeran radio on pandora and for some ungodly reason uptown funk starts playing and you just lose your fuckin shit

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follow lil bee :~)

hi thats brenna and shes one of my closest friends and has been since i was 15 so could ya pls follow her she just came back from a hiatus!!

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[euo]

How has nobody settled for me yet I’m a solid 3

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      ’ oh, gotcha !! ‘ she looks a bit young to be a senior in college but he had no room to talk, some people were just cursed with the baby-face gene. he’s a bit jealous of her major, sociology had always piqued his interest alongside animation, yet he was stuck with a one way ticket to law school. ’ — - the library, maybe ?? ‘ charlie doesn’t really recall seeing her there but it was the only other place he spent time at besides his dorm.

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          she's chewing her bottom lip, yet managing to keep her composure. she would be eighteen in three weeks, but she could pull off twenty-two, right? elodie nodded her head up and down. ❝ probably. i mean, on the off chance that i actually make it there, i'm normally there for a while for a study session... exams, you know, ❞ that was about all she knew about college, however. ❝ i'm elodie, but you probably knew that, ❞ she flashes him a smirk with her painted red lips. ❝ freshman, you said, right? freshman are cute -- all young and naive. ❞

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( illumincte)

monday was movie night for jace and delainey yet somehow they managed to pick out a movie that he had seen approximately five hundred times. that number wasn’t even considered a hyperbole in his mind. his green hues were intent on the screen but his brain had been elsewhere the entire time. the movie must have been running for at least twenty minutes before he snapped out of his trance and remembered where he was. with dark brows knitted towards one another, his relaxed frame had since then became more casual as he adjusted his head to face the brunette. “you know, i love hanging out with you and everything but this movie. not your best choice.”

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          if you were to ask delainey, she'd tell you that 21 jump street was a classic. she could recite it word for word, and without fail, it made her laugh. laughter was something that she would always go to for reassurance, with jace as a close second. humor and a night in with jace normally brought her out of the dumps. "we weren't finger poppin' each other's assholes," the girl recited along with the movie, soft giggles spilling from her lips, but as jace questioned her choice, del grabbed one of the pillows off of the couch and whacked him in the face with it, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "oh, it is my best choice. have you been lying to me? do you not love 21 jump street, j? c'mon! man up!" -- another whack to the shoulder. "hit me back!"

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Jacob usually didn’t take to people as quickly as he felt himself booming interested in the girl before him. Maybe it was the language barrier, but her naivety made her all the more compelling to talk too. Jacob had a bit of a reputation for dating, sleeping or associating himself with girls that were like diamonds in the rough — unique in obvious ways that tended to inspire jealousy from others. Mostly because, without saying it out aloud, Jacob thought himself to be a gift hand crafted by someone important somewhere. “Sounds like hell”, he laughed lightly. “Should probably move out”, nodding his head watching the smile form on her lips momentarily before his eyes drifted back to hers. “American girls can be… Complicated at times, never say what they’re thinking, always expect us to guess whats going on in their minds”, he rolled his wrists in a circle, gesturing that the list of strange things woman in America did was endless. “You seem like the straight forward type of girl, what do you think of the guys here”, he asked, cocking his head to the side — here being America. “Oxie?”, he creased his brow. “Certainly different”, he couldn’t help the smile that crawled onto his face as she lingered so close to him. “Fuckboy does have a nice ring to it, but most people just call me Jacob”, he nodded. “Or Jake — whatever”, much more subtly that she had, Jake found himself inching forward slightly in an unnoticeable fashion before speaking again. “As much as the bathrooms are a great place to mingle, I’d rather hit on you else where”, he smirked. “Don’t think your friends will mind too much if I steal you away to buy you a drink or something”.

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"Moving out is a good option, but unfortunately this is just about the cheapest home in Los Angeles, and unless I want to move in with Frat boys -- which, by the way, have already tried to get me to move in for free..." Octavia trailed off momentarily before looking back up to finish her sentence. "They said if I showed them my boobs every day, I didn't have to pay rent. I am not that much of a whore," Her naivety was shining through, but Octavia never really noticed it. She just spoke what came to her mind, which, admittedly did get her in trouble from time to time. "Girls in Italy do that as well. I just choose to roll with the minority and tell people what's on my mind -- like for instance, you look like you've got a big dick," Octavia shrugged her shoulders up and down and turned on her heels before beckoning for the male to follow her. "No, Jacob, they won't notice at all. They were happy to get rid of me, if we're being honest," She was reading his body language, and for once, Octavia was fairly confident in the fact that she probably had Jacob -- hook, line and sinker. "I like vodka, lots of it," The female commented as she sauntered out of the boy's bathroom with Jacob trailing behind. This earned her a few dirty looks, but she shrugged it off. You couldn't please everybody, could you? Octavia slid into one of the bar stools and crossed one leg over the other before patting the stool across from her for Jacob to sit on.

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The way he read her like a book made her feel more exposed than she wanted to be, this was all her fault — she couldn’t decide if she was doing the right thing, or over reacting. But as Brantley made his way towards the door of her house, Samantha couldn’t help but think that this had all been a big mistake on her behalf. She stayed silent as he explored the possible meanings behind the hurt expression on her features, she didn’t say anything as he addressed the people of her past and as Brant swore by her that he wouldn’t intentionally hurt her — Samantha felt a heat wave of conflict ion roll over her skin. As the male stood at the door, Samantha lifted her knuckle to her lips, the fabric of her sweater a little torn from who knows what. She didn’t want some romantic movie moment, where she chased him down the street and the rain started pouring. But Sam slowly closed the distance between them. She wanted to feel his presence, be in his space, she wanted to look at him — read him like he had done to her. Blinking a few times, Samantha’s lower lashes coated themselves with tears, her under eyes slightly damp. “I’ve wanted you to kiss me for the longest time and when you did”, sniffing, Samantha began. “It was great for 15 seconds”, she could feel her voice cracking a little. “But then I remembered how we got there”, she paused, her hazel hues not leaving his. “The only time you chose me first, was when there was no one else to choose from”. She paused, letting her comment air out and the moment sink in, tears pricked at her eyes and her voice wavered a little. “Yeah, you can go”, she almost whispered, crossing her arms tightly over her chest.

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"The only time you chose me first, was when there was no one else to choose from." The words that so delicately slid from Samantha's lips hit Brantley in the chest like a wrecking ball, metaphorically crushing his heart into itsy, bitsy pieces. It was a strange pain, a dull one, but pain none-the-less. He'd never really looked at it like that. "You read it all wrong," He stated, his voice monotone. "You're only looking at it that way because you feel sorry for yourself, and that's fuckin' weak," The male hated being so harsh on Samantha, but he had to say what was on his mind, or else it'd be stuck in there forever, and he wasn't ready to hold onto something so negative for the rest of his life. "The only time I chose you first was the only time we were alone, the only time I felt emotionally connected enough to kiss you, the time that it felt right for me. Why do you think I kissed all of those other girls? Do you think it was because I was afraid that I was falling for them? Do you think it was because I'm just a horn dog? That was probably it. I'm sure of it. That was it, Sam, wasn't it? You don't really look at me as a human being with thoughts and feelings, but the joke is on you, because I do have those things, and I'm not stupid. I wasn't stupid enough to lead you on. Shit, you didn't even give me the chance to say anything to you. It's unnerving," He was running out of things to say. There was much more on his mind, but there was only so many things that he could put into words. He didn't want to come off as stupid like he normally did. "You didn't even give me a chance. I'm not putting the blame on anyone. Really, I'm just -- I'm walking out." With that, the boy had both feet out the front door and was headed down the sidewalk.

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"oh, i wasn’t offended, love. don’t worry, and yeah? dude, i love going to them, too. usually alone if i’m being honest, like— just getting yourself lost in their performance is amazing," she spoke, enjoying how easy she felt with the younger girl. "yeah, no problem." shrugging, the taller girl moved to cross her arms over her chest. "good. that’s what i want my listeners to feel with my music. I actually tried to change it up," riley admits, "make it more up beat and like— sexual. but it wasn’t my thing." 

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          "i don't have a whole lot of friends, so i prefer to go alone myself... like i said, most of the people in my school are obsessed with things that i couldn't care less about," the female explained as they slowly began to approach the car that she assumed was riley's. she too crossed her arms, but this was more so to feel riley's jacket than to keep warm. a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "i think it sounded good regardless, but if it didn't make you happy -- if it didn't help you release your emotions? then hey, at least you know that now. i love your acoustic stuff, if i'm being honest."

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dark eyebrows furrowed together, lower lip taken in between her  teeth. she was deeply concerned for the other, that was evident. assumptions were made, nothing was said on both of their accounts, rendering oaklynn nearly useless, unable to repair any of the cracks that she could see. “el, what’s happening? talk to  me please.” she pleaded getting down on her knees as she placed  her hands on the cushion by her side, large brown hues staring up  at her.

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her mind was racing. it was definitely a panic attack. the only issue was that elena didn't know how to explain what had triggered it. she just kept staring off into space, but oaklynn's voice brought her out of her trance.  "i don't want you to go!" she finally shouted, the tears never once hesitating to flow from her eyes. elena wasn't a crier. she wasn't the type of person to get emotional, but when it came to the love of her life, she felt every emotion -- only tenfold. "you fight for the country, you fight for your life, but god, oak, you never fight for me."

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ares was tired, exhausted even. it was no question that as soon as his body collided with the cool air of the mattress he would succumb to sleep faster than he usually would. he hadn’t thought much of his standing with anyone really, there was no question or anything. relying on nothing but the natural flow of the relationship was more than enough for him. unfortunately he was unaware of the inner conflict occurring in the other’s mind while he was asleep. as he shifted around in his spot, his eyes fluttered open.

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eyelashes batted opened and closed a few times, pretending as if she'd just awoken from a deep slumber as well. "i -- i promise i wasn't just lying here staring at you," sophie stated groggily. "but i did get kind of impatient. did you know you sleep really late?" the female  nodded towards the clock above the television that read well after  noon. "but we can just lay here. we can lay here and just.. be," sophie was rambling at this point, but that came with the territory. the smaller form curled into ares' side.

[fostermathis]

Not me. The utter of two words had never been so intense for him. They were words he thought he would never hear, especially from the girl that was standing in front of him. Delainey, the girl he claims to be best friends with and yet seems to not know her at all. Could he have really been that oblivious all along? “—I—” He choked, he didn’t really know how to put everything into words. Yes, there was another girl. A girl he thought was the one, but as he looked into the eyes of the girl that was always by his side, he began to doubt his feelings. “I’m going to try something, okay?” He inched closer. “If you want me to stop just — punch me or something.” He let his finger intertwine with her ringlets of wet curls, searching her eyes as he leaned into her. It was along the lines of A-movie perfect. From the rain to the moment where his lips touched hers, slwo moving with a hint of passion.

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          This wasn't how she'd imagined the end of their friendship. Delainey had always known that she and Foster wouldn't be friends forever. It wasn't because they didn't have a solid foundation to work off of, and it wasn't because they would grow apart. She knew it would be her fault. Her heart always caved when it came to him. Her teeth took her lesser lip between them as Foster inched towards her. "W -- what?" Delainey tilted her head to the side, a shaky hand reaching up to cup the side of his face. Her lips were trembling, and as his touched hers ever-so-softly, she closed her eyes tight. Their petals melded together, and Delainey could feel herself crumbling. He was only trying this because he felt bad -- she knew it. As quickly as the kiss has began, she was tugging away. "No -- no, Foster, I won't be your second choice."

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mackenzie’s train of thoughts is interrupted by a curious looking boy, and she’s not sure whether to be confused herself or be mildly annoyed. this was her turf. “you must be new here,” she replies softly, her attention turning back to the view in front of her. she closes the journal on top of the ledge that contains all her ideas and thoughts, watching the boy comfortably take a seat. "no point apologizing for what you’ve done. i’m mackenzie, it’s nice to meet you.” she offers him a small smile.

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his eyes dart to the notebook that was now safely closed and secured. a writer perhaps? wouldn't that be a trip. everyone though brantley was an idiot. he knew that writers were intelligent. "mackenzie. do people  call you kenzie?" he questions, inching to the edge of the roof to allow his legs to dangle. "brantley. and yeah -- i guess i am new. just to this house, however. i've been in the city my whole life."

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"don’t flatter yourself, honey— i don’t do feelings." a smirk on her own lips never gave an appearance as she didn’t really like to joke about feelings. “casual sex it is, and you do remember i was the one who initiated the casual portion of it all, right? or are you just being a bitch?”

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by this time, elena had become accustomed to amber's attitude. it wouldn't feel right if she didn't send sass in her direction every once in a while. arms across her chest, elena shrugs her shoulders up and down. "just being a bitch," she confirms, before wrapping an arm  around the other female's waist. "i was only joking. take a breather."