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i’m an aries & i’m back. hi this is just for fun without the stress of needing to look pretty sorry not sorry. i’m here for a good time not a long time my guy .

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shoes stop dead in their tracks as your eyes lock on his. he hasn’t seen you just yet, you could bolt easily. then again, a part of you wonders if he’ll even recognize you. you look quite different in your own time. shorter hair, shorter skirt. you can’t remember why you picked a dinner for your resting place. maybe it was the small chance the doctor would remember you ... you know better. your free hand presses down on your apron before letting yourself walk towards the much larger man, pouring coffee in his cup. ‘ you decide what you want yet, or do you still need a few minutes? ‘ a smile places itself gently along your lips, heart beat quickening in your chest. / @breesmuses.

[breesmuses]

joeysmuses‌.

blonde hair bounces as you jog to catch up to the other. how you wish you weren’t so weak around him. ‘ james ! wait ! god, how are you so fast ? ‘ a huff of breath leaves your lips as you grab ahold of his hand ; tugging him back to you. eyes search his for a moment before you speak up. ‘ what the hell are you about to do ? ‘ / @breesmuses.

He walks with determination, icy blue hues narrowed as boot-laden feet trod against the pavement. The gang leader is clearly irked beyond words, but Ariel’s grasp is enough to momentarily pause his rage-fueled mission  –  for only a second, of course, but it’s something. 

“This is the last bloody time Dorian tries to make a fool of me. Three spies this week.  —  Does he think I’m a fucking twit?  … Right tosser.” 

It is needless to say he has to be stopped. After all, he’s about five seconds away from marching into Kings territory with absolutely no plan or backup.

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polished nails hold tighter against his wrist ; eyes rolling as you take a deep breath. it takes everything within you not to say he is a twit. fingers slip gently between his, stepping closer, allowing their chests to press softly against each other’s.

‘ this is what he wants from you. he’s trying to get you riled up, so you’ll walk right into his territory and get your ass handed to you. listen to me, you’ll get him, but only if you’re smart about it. ‘

eyes study his softly, thumb brushing gently against the backside of his hand. how you got messed up in his life, you hardly remember, but you do remember the days you were tough. the days you once had him face down in dirty with handcuffs on him. oh, how quickly your life can change.

[breesmuses]

joeysmuses‌.

finger brush softly against the outline of his disguise. given what it’s used for, you’re still surprised by the softness of it beneath your fingertips. this has been happening for a while now ; the secret meetings between you and the mysterious friendly neighborhood spiderman. save a girl once, right ? eyes stay trained off his, a part of you scared of what will happen when he knows. when he knows, you know. you’ve know for weeks now. it wasn’t easy to figure out ; you saw him outside his window one night when you were studying together. he came back without your chinese, and you pieced it together after that. you’re not upset he kept this a secret ; you understand. besides, you’re too worried to be upset now anyway. ‘ god, peter ! i know it’s you ! take off that stupid mask. ‘ / @breesmuses.

Part of him had a feeling she knew. It was a strange feeling  –  one he had no other backing or explanation for other than, ‘well, she’s MJ,’  –  but that seemed to be enough in this situation. His suspicions are almost confirmed when she reaches out and touches his face oh-so-gently. Something about the hesitant wariness in her caress  –  as if she is reaching out and touching both Peter and Spider-Man at once. 

Still, despite his suspicion that she knew  –  he’s still alarmed when she calls him by name. His eyes widen    (  she can’t see under the mask, but he’s sure she realizes his shock when he almost jerks backwards  )    and he is soon putting a finger up to his lips, violently shushing her even though there isn’t a soul in sight anywhere nearby. 

With a defeated sigh, he then removes the mask, brunet locks tousled every which way as he does so. 

“I was so careful!” He’s almost whining at this point, but his face is paler than usual. “You can’t tell anyone!” 

He knows she won’t, but he can’t help blurting it out. 

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the way he jerks back makes you retract in on yourself. he could be angry you know. blood pulses in your ears as you shove your hands into the pockets on your his hoodie. you don’t even remember when you stole it, but judging from the scent of his shampoo and body spray blowing into your nose, it wasn’t too long ago.

when his gloves finger moves up to shush you, you know he isn’t angry ... he’s worried. you wonder how much potential danger you’re in just by simply knowing. then again, danger is your middle name, and frankly, you couldn’t care less. green hues widen as he removes the mask. you know, you already knew it was him, but somehow seeing his face beneath it still causes shock, and your heart beat to quicken under your clothing.

‘ it’s actually you. i mean, i knew i knew, but seeing it, seeing YOU. peter ! you could get hurt ! ‘ your hand comes from your hoodie to smack against his arm. the way his voice changes causes your angered worry to change into something softer. almost too soft for you.

fingers reach to calm his hand, softly brushing against his cheek, eyes studying his. ‘ i won’t tell anyone, i promise. peter, please tell me you’re being safe. ‘

[breesmuses]

@joeysmuses / Lulu

They had just gotten into a small argument — over something stupid, of course, but regardless… it was making the car ride a bit awkward. Brock was in the drivers’ seat, sitting in an uncomfortable silence as Lulu stared out the window, her body turned away from him. He figured they couldn’t go on like this forever — though Lulu certainly may try — so it was best for him to find a way to diffuse the situation. After several more moments of silence, Brock moves to connect his phone to the AUX. He doesn’t have to scroll very far to find the song that he wanted to play.

Soon, the opening of Africa by Toto is playing, and he’s humming along.

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fingers tap against the rest of the car door. you don’t even remember what the argument was about, or why you were angry with him ; course, that doesn’t mean you’ll let him win. oh no, you’re much too stubborn for that ... and he knows that. maybe that’s why he turns on the music. to distract you. it works, for a minute at least. your lips twitch into a small smile, eyes glancing at him from your peripheral vision. before you think about it you’re humming right along with him. only for a moment though, before you’re forcing your small smile off your lips and putting a frown in its place, finally turning to look towards him. ‘ turn that off, i’m mad at you. ‘

[belamyblaks]

These have been the best years of my life and they are mine.

[bangurz]

[tragicyans]

[breesmuses]

joeysmuses‌.

[ iMessage : brockoli ❣️ ] : hey

[ iMessage : brockoli ❣️ ] : i need ur opinion on something really fast

[ iMessage : brockoli ❣️ ] : what to u think about this

[ iMessage : brockoli ❣️ ] : link

/ @breesmuses.

[ message : graciepoo ❤ ] hey grace, thanks for sending this in

[ message : graciepoo ❤ ] i think it is a beautiful tribute to michigan j. frog

[ message : graciepoo ❤ ] the cinematic parallels are uncanny 

[ message : graciepoo ❤ ] also it kinda look like u 😛

[joeysmuses-blog]

[ iMessage : brockoli ❣️ ] : hey quick question

[ iMessage : brockoli ❣️ ] : do u want to fucking die?

[ iMessage : brockoli ❣️ ] : this is why eden is my favorite

[ iMessage : brockoli ❣️ ] : fuck you

[ iMessage : brockoli ❣️ ] : i’m blocking you

[princessofpoldark]

[tommykinard]

she is beauty, she is grace

[joeysmuses-blog]

[ iMessage : brockoli ❣️ ] : hey

[ iMessage : brockoli ❣️ ] : i need ur opinion on something really fast

[ iMessage : brockoli ❣️ ] : what to u think about this

[ iMessage : brockoli ❣️ ] : link

/ @breesmuses.

[joeysmuses-blog]

delicate hands push against the blonde’s back ; smile forced towards her coworkers. they’re confused, their faces show that, but they’re much too smart to question her. ‘ harley, how many times have i told you ; you can’t just show up at my work. especially not claiming you’re a doctor, or whatever the hell you were trying to pull with this lab coat ! ‘ heels click softly against the tile as you push her gently into your office, green hues studying hers harshly. ‘ what are you doing here ? i’m busy. ‘ / @breesmuses.

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blonde hair bounces as you jog to catch up to the other. how you wish you weren’t so weak around him. ‘ james ! wait ! god, how are you so fast ? ‘ a huff of breath leaves your lips as you grab ahold of his hand ; tugging him back to you. eyes search his for a moment before you speak up. ‘ what the hell are you about to do ? ‘ / @breesmuses.

[joeysmuses-blog]

finger brush softly against the outline of his disguise. given what it’s used for, you’re still surprised by the softness of it beneath your fingertips. this has been happening for a while now ; the secret meetings between you and the mysterious friendly neighborhood spiderman. save a girl once, right ? eyes stay trained off his, a part of you scared of what will happen when he knows. when he knows, you know. you’ve know for weeks now. it wasn’t easy to figure out ; you saw him outside his window one night when you were studying together. he came back without your chinese, and you pieced it together after that. you’re not upset he kept this a secret ; you understand. besides, you’re too worried to be upset now anyway. ‘ god, peter ! i know it’s you ! take off that stupid mask. ‘ / @breesmuses.

[joeysmuses-blog]

hmm, starter call i suppose ... let me know whom u want one from

[morganalefays]

Katherine McNamara for RAW

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Jessica Chastain attends the Jury photocall during the 70th annual Cannes Film Festival at Palais des Festivals on May 17, 2017 in Cannes, France