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@infectiousxwarrior
Time to retire this muse. Have no drive anymore and the only thing that happens when I log on is loneliness and crappy memories and that's not what writing should be about. Thanks to those who made it pleasant over the years. Much love.
Do I keep this blog, do I revamp? What do I do? Pretty much wrote with one person and that doesn't happen anymore. I have fuck all muse. Suggestions?
orphan black: (drops two second clips)
me: wHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON
Natalie Dormer voicing Dr. Lexi TâPerro in Mass Effect: Andromeda.
If porn blogs could stop following me, that would be great.
           Est.October 2014, Rebooted January 2017
            âI LOVE YOU, THATâS ALL I GOTâ
*wakes up from a nap angry and not knowing what day it is*
Girls bodies are so pretty and soft like how did I ever think I was straight
Take care of yourself and come back to us when you're ready. Just know you're missed <3
I'm actually smiling like crazy right now. Thank you. Seriously. This means so much and I hope when I'm back I can write with whoever you are or at least chat with your lovely face.
Miss having you on the dash <3
Whoever this is, honest to god you have no idea how much this means. Iâve really missed writing but itâs been hard right now because of some personal stuff. This honestly means the world to me and I canât thank you enough.I would also love to know who this is to thank you directly so feel free to shoot me a message. If not just know you are very appreciated.
I would love to get this blog up and running again but Iâm honestly not feeling it. Any suggestions on how to get the muse back? How have you done it/people you know?
Natalie Dormer at 2016 Glastonbury Festival on 24th June, 2016.
Dwayne. Kyle knew exactly who she was talking about. The man wasnât exactly her favorite either. There had been little interaction between the two of them but that didnât mean she failed to know who he was. He had a reputation about them. After all, it was hard to miss a man with that kind of face. The burn was there for a reason. He wasnât that great of a man. That she could agree with. Staring down at the floor, the blonde remained quiet and stoic. This wasnât exactly how she had anticipated things to go and they seemingly had gone from good to bad all over again. In reality, she didnât exactly know what to say or do right now. Tara was hurt and she had every reason to be. However, it seemed like nothing she said could help. With a sigh, she stood up and straightened out her jacket. âI donât know whatâs worth anything in the kind of world weâre in. All ends the same, right? Dead or the dead. Itâs finding things that make it worth it. And forgive me if Iâm wrong, but I donât think you get to tell someone if youâre worth it or not. Thatâs their decision to make.â Zipping up her jacket, she stepped over to the front door. âI think you need some time on your own. Iâll be at the barracks or at the wall. You know how to find me.â
Tara remained silent as Kyle went off, she had nothing of real importance to say. Just the usual garbage: âTheyâll kill us if we act out of line.â âI know they saved your life, but theyâre the epitome of filth.â Kyle had heard both over and over again. When the door clicked, Tara headed back to her room. The room that was once shared by the doctor. The house had been Deniseâs, but since her death Tara seemed to have inherited in in some apocalyptic law. Itâs what Rick thought was right. It was what they all thought was right. No one else lived there, just Tara. However, it did still act as the infirmary and sometimes Tara, though under horrible pretenses, had company. Once in the bedroom, Tara kicked off her boots and collapsed back on the bed. Thatâs when she allowed herself to have a good old-fashioned cry. It was easier to do when Kyle wasnât around. The brunette hated crying in front of other people. She covered her face with her hands and let out a frustrated groan. Why was she wasting her time with someone like Kyleâ she thought she had been different, but now she was having her doubts again. At the end of the day: Kyle was still a Savior. She dropped her hands and turned her head to stare at Deniseâs pillow. âGod, I hope you canât see me now. Because Iâm a fucking mess without you.â
There was nothing more awkward than stepping outside and not knowing what to do next. Things had seemed like they were going well and then had taken quite the turn. Here she stood outside, unsure of what to do with her now free night. There was always the possibility of going back to the compound, getting out of Alexandria. Standing on the front porch, she let out a deep sigh before sauntering down the steps and onto the road. Well, how boring this was now. Lord, what was she to do? No. This wasn't fun at all and she found herself worrying about the woman that was still inside of the house. She seemed so conflicted and so sad and there was nothing that Kyle could do about it. Or was there? Even if she could just cheer her up in the slightest. This moping thing was such a buzzkill and she didn't want her overthinking things. Perhaps she was being a nuisance, but it was worth a shot. Walking around the back of the house, she kept her eyes peeled and picked up a few small pebbles that wouldn't be too destructive. Damaging property was the last thing on her mind. Next up? Finding the proper window. Turned out easier than she thought seeing as how it was the only light on upstairs. Now was the fun part. Pebble after pebble, she tossed them up at the window, each one bouncing off with a small click each time.
Out of all the times she had to come off as a blubbering and clueless blonde, why now? Why when someone was interested in what she had to say? Of course it would work out like this. In a subtle moment of palming her face, she now propped her head up with her elbow and stared down intently at the menu to try and not make a fool out of herself more than she already had. âCold. Right. Silly me. Seems like a fair statement to make.â Flipping through the menu, she pushed it aside and finally looked back up to the reporter. âReally? Thatâs a nice offer, but you donât have to.â
When the waiter approached them with his crisp white uniform and a red bow-tie, Lana went ahead and ordered two tall cokes. She skimmed through the menu once more and placed the menu back in it wire rack at the end of the table. She folded her hands on top of the table and stole a glance at the other woman. âI want to. Really, I donât mind.â She took in a deep breath and tapped her fingers until the waiter came back with their drinks. âAre you ready to order?â. âIâll have the tuna melt with a side of fries and whatever this lovely lady requires.â
âWell, thatâs very kind of you.â There really was no other way to put it. This woman was being incredibly kind. After all, she was going to listen to the story she had and she was buying her lunch? It almost seemed too good to be true. Setting the menu aside, Kyle fiddled with the corners of the menu before quickly stopping as the waiter approached. With bent corners, it lay on the table and she looked to the man with a bit of an embarrassed smile. âThe chicken tenders please. With fries and a side of ranch.â The thought hit her that perhaps this was a bit of a juvenile meal, but it was something she enjoyed. Focusing back on Lana, she cleared her throat. âMakes me feel like a kid again to eat chicken strips.â
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âiâm sorry, is there something on my face? no? they why are you staring at me?â
âNo-- no. Sorry. Nothing on your face. You just look like this cop from back in the day. You donât happen to have a twin, do you?â
