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my new blog !!! 

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okkkkkkk so here’s my plan!!! i started working on drafts but i realized i’ve been gone for so long that i lost muse for the actual threads ( not the ships ) and my blog is all cluttered and gross and my inspiration is all over the place. so i’m going to spend the next week working on a new blog ( i would do it today but i have work ) and figure out which muses i actually wanna keep, the overall look i want for my blog, etc etc. this means i’m deleting all my drafts ( it hurts my heart just to say ), so if you would like to start a new thread with our ship or our plot once my new blog happens, please like this or message me. in the meantime, i would still love to do text drafts bc i miss u all soooooooo much so comment who u want one from if u want a text starter. this was my ted talk thank u 

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cvsmiic.

     HER WORDS DRAW a quiet chuckle from his lips. an asshole is far from the worst thing he’s ever been called, so the word directed towards him as an insult is almost funny. lucien’s brows raise, studying the femme as she continued to scold him for his appearance. he’d forgotten about the event tonight in all honesty and he’d already gone out with his friends, but a text from victoria had brought him to her doorstep immediately. he didn’t mean to disappoint her, but here he was doing just that. “shut up.” he says, shaking his head slightly and letting out a laugh. his hand reaches out to grab her wrist, tugging her frame towards him as he speaks. “you’re overreacting. i’m here so shut up and lets go downstairs. you’re going to make yourself look bad by hiding up here. people are going to think we’re doing things instead of speaking to them about their money.”

                   “ is telling me to shut up somehow supposed to make me overreact any less? ” sarcasm delicately oozing off a sharp tone as a brow arches at the rhetoric, only allowing the distance between them to minimize the slightest as he tugs her closer. the event was important and her nerves were already borderline frantic. dealing with this was the last thing necessary to her plate. with a constant worry for the worst and a perfectionist complex, any responsibility under her name tended to leave her anxious, but something as vital as a charity gala for a project she’d poured her heart into only left her that much more intolerant of any unwelcome adjustments thrown her way. tongue running across her lower lip, the girl shakes her head whilst hand frees itself from his grip to instead fix what she could of his appearance before they had to inevitably return to the crowd. “ but trust me, it won’t matter if people think we’re doings things in here---- what matters is i know we’re not, and we won’t be close to it at any point tonight, even after they’re gone. ”

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Romee Strijd

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@khcleesis

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UH HELLO I’M ALIVE AND DONE WITH SCHOOL 

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hello i’m alive who would like a text starter 

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hi i’m going on semi-hiatus until the end of may i literally just cannot handle anything other than my real life rn 

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❝ i think i definitely fall into the category of i don’t know what my style is, but it’s changing constantly ! ❞

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ok i know i only did one real reply and then a bunch of text drafts, but i’m gonna go take a quick power nap bc i’ve been up since 6:30 and i’m about to crash 

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&* 𝐬𝐦𝐬 → arlin 🏈

AVALON: this is true

AVALON: wow you're really excited about these pizza rolls, aren't you?

AVALON: you probably could but we only have the one bag and i've gotta eat

ARLIN: listen, i'm a growing boy. i mean not like literally, i don't think i wanna be more than 6'5 anyway, but like figuratively, i'm always growing. i need to eat.

ARLIN: why do we only have one bag of pizza rolls in the house this is blasphemy and malnutrition

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✧ * • imessage → princess 👑  ❜

giovanni: when do you not want to be tortured? you basically beg to be tortured babe ;)

giovanni: now why would i want to melt your icy heart? even though it is usually melted with me. i mean why else would you drive early in the morning to a hospital for me?

giovanni: they laughed instead of doing what you wanted babe, now what are we gonna do?

giovanni: bring me pizza or something like that maybe?

giovanni: it is basic knowledge when it comes to the kitchen babe. even i know that and i'm the one who has probably had a shit ton of concussions

giovanni: eh fuck, they are taking me to the OR soon.

ronnie: hey, only in bed ;) you know i like a good choking session

ronnie: careful, careful. i have a reputation to maintain, can't let the hospital workers know i'm giving up precious beauty sleep for my man

ronnie: honestly, i may have to get someone fired for not doing what i told them to

ronnie: pizza it is! and maybe one day i'll take a cooking class, but until then, even basic kitchen knowledge goes over my head.

ronnie: speeding 90 as we speak, will be there soon baby :(

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✧ * • imessage → babe 💚  ❜

delaney: actually that is how a lot of those nights went, good guess, sarcastic emmett. i also held their drinks while they cried it out, you know emotional support.

delaney: can you not be an ass right now? i wasn't dating old men.

delaney: i plan to have a lot more and then you'll just have to stay with me a little more often.

delaney: then see me.. i miss you. i miss your warm smile, your voice, your laugh, your body pressed against mine. i just miss you.

emmett: knowing you, you probably finished off their drinks for them while the tears clouded their vision

emmett: ok, ok, fine, you weren't dating old men. just playing house with them

emmett: it's a good thing my family can afford to replace all the clothing you steal or else i'd be out of things to wear by now

emmett: you should honestly just get rid of the clothes you own and wear mine full time

emmett: babe :) i'll be back from this dumbass family reunion soon, and we can do all of those things

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&* 𝐬𝐦𝐬 → ellie 🤔

COOPER: oh

COOPER: well, you know, you could just come to my place

COOPER: can't even see your place if we sit on the right side of the house

COOPER: you could save some good $$$ on gas

ELLIE: oh, you're right

ELLIE: why wouldn't i go to my ex-ex-boyfriend to seek comfort about my ex-boyfriend leaving me?

ELLIE: sorry, i don't mean to be harsh, i'm sure frustrated

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&* 𝐬𝐦𝐬 → arlin 🏈

AVALON: yeah, sorry :(

AVALON: even better!

AVALON: consider it done

ARLIN: it's okay, the only thing better than a surprise pizza is an expected pizza

ARLIN: i'll be sure to work out extra hard before coming home to work up an appetite

ARLIN: do you think i could eat an entire bag of rolls if i put my mind to it

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mcmacita.

                   “ what peaks your interest? maybe focus on that and then maybe you can find something to do for this project. you’re confused yes, but you’re not gonna just throw it away, are you?”  sitting at the end of the twin bed his gaze met on hers before he grabbed her laptop from her lap placing it on her nightstand. “we can come back to it later. how about we base it on you. you’re a beautiful face and you can probably act better than her.” he tried his best to show the must support he could, something he lacked more than anything. “or we can have you come into work with me and see if anything there peaks your interest.”

                    “ don’t know yet, but it’s definitely not why sad scenes should be colored blue or what a dolly angle is. ” she watches with little protest as he guides the laptop out of her possession, silently relieved the taunting screen was no longer in direct eyesight. harley's problem was that she was awfully incapable of keeping her interest peaked for any period too long. when she switched majors, it was because she harbored a genuine desire to go into the field, but it took no more than a semester of work for her mind to be changed. surely, figuring out her life on her parent’s dime wasn’t the best thing to do, but she couldn’t think of any better replacements. “ i’m not an actress, i’m a director. and i’m for sure not going back into the law industry, as much as i would love to get paid for arguing. ” hell, she did it for free now.

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