the heartlines.

is it real or am i going out of my mind? curious 'bout the company that you keep cause i hear you talking 'bout her in your sleep and now you've got me talking 'bout her in mine. ||

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my veins are blue and connected.

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my veins are blue and connected.

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my veins are blue and connected.

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my veins are blue and connected.

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my veins are blue and connected.

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hi so i am moving accounts and only taking a few muses bc i am going to try and start new. i miss being here and i’m going to try and not be an absentminded slacker when it comes to rping 

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& @spaceslnips !

    “are you staring at me?” flynn asked without looking up from the paper. “i can feel your eyes on me, faria. i know you are staring at me. do you need something?” he questioned the girl before glancing up at her for a quick moment.

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     “do i?” she smirked, leaning over his shoulder to look at him. “you know, being lazy doesn’t suit you. i like you way better when you’re all full of energy and drag me to the next mountain top or whatever – alright, i might not like that you drag me there but you could put a little energy into making cookies,” she tells him, her lips soon pressing to his cheek.

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“i know you don’t like when i drag you all over the place, but i know there’s a tiny part of you that enjoys it.” dawson pointed out. pulling on her wrist, dawson tried to get her in to his lap to cuddle up to him. he wanted a small moment with her before getting up and helping her. “i will help you if you sit in my lap for a minute.”

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like this for a starter :-))

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      “did i hear someone say i’m old?” her eyebrows rose, even though he couldn’t see her – yet. with a wooden spoon in her hand, dana walked towards the couch, playfully hitting dawson from behind with the spoon. “i might as well poison your cookies.”

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turning back towards the television, he watched whatever made-for-tv movie was on and smirked to himself. dawson didn’t hear dana approaching him until the feeling of a wooden spoon hit the back of his head. “hey!” he called out. “don’t poison my cookies-- you love me!”

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Me af

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PSA: i am very slow with replies & i tend to be selective with the ones i do. i may or may not have the muse for it. please don’t think i am ignoring you or dropped the thread because i probably have it saved in my drafts.  thanks for understanding. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧              

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peyton didn’t expect the girl to come over to her, she didn’t even expecting to be noticed by the girl, at least she was hoping. “the girl with the red hair, cami,” she shrugging, grabbing her own red cub, to smile at the girl. “i can’t be with my friends now?”

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rolling her eyes, angel hid her disgust by taking a drink from her red solo cup. “ugh-- cami.” she muttered to mostly herself. “you can if you were invited and this isn’t cami’s party, so.” shrugging, angel crossed her arms over her chest and cocked a sharp brow at the other.

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“well, it’s all your work,” dana smiled, shrugging as she looked at herself in the mirror. it surely wasn’t what she’d usually go for, but there was no doubt that she did look good on it. “you know, i’m fine as long as dawson’s eyes are on me. are you gonna dress up, too, though? you know, for jesse?” wiggling her eyebrows, dana turned to her friend.

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“yes but you work it so well,” she explained. walking up from behind her, esmeralda gripped her skinny shoulders and squeezed there. esmeralda disappeared for a moment to sit on her bed and watch dana examine herself in the mirror. rolling her eyes, she shook her head before tucking a piece of blonde hair behind her ear. “oh shut it you know he always looks at you. and no. i’m not worried about dressing up for jesse. he’s just.... jesse.”

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         ‘ mmmphshoo ! ’ it’s not even CLOSE to the words he’s meant to utter but the pizza shoved in his mouth is making articulation even harder than normal. the raised middle finger, however, should give quite the clue as to his meaning. ‘ my mother says my face makes angels sing, thank you very much. ’ it’s after a rather large swallow & swig of pop that he gets the words out, immediately taking another bite of the pie.

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laughing, she snaps the picture of him and waits for the camera to print it out. “yeah you have a face only a mother could love,” arisa fired back. she set the camera to the side and grabbed a piece of pizza. “let’s see how good this is because by the way it hangs out of your mouth is looks pretty amazing,” she laughed. stuffing the slice in to her mouth, she immediately moaned at the mouth watering taste.

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          ‘ well i didn’t say you couldn’t bring her. ’ the girl protests, feeling a little bad for the situation but she’s absolutely TERRIFIED of heights & you couldn’t pay her enough to climb up on that rickety ladder. ‘ i’ll make it up to you. ’

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‘ i didn’t because i figured it’d be an emergency that’d take awhile and i couldn’t have tia running around getting in to trouble, ’ ben explained. setting up the ladder, he carefully ascended the steps to the top and unscrewed the light bulb. ‘ oh yeah, how? ’