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when tomorrow comes, the bright light will shine so dont worry

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- ̗̀  ❛ ♡ * snapchat → open.

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impcrivm.

zona: i’ve been sat in the studio all day and am hungry af zona: send help zona: and food pls

ophie: food is on the way.

ophie: i hope you like pizza?

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Text➝Open

Shan: Let me tell you

Shan: Someone was explaining space and they were doing a really good job

Shan: Then they fucking said: "Yeah a lightyear, that's like from here to Florida"

ophelia: no. i..

ophelia: is it painful for them? to be that stupid, i mean.

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viiclets.

“you’re really going to walk away from this, huh? you know, those dogs don’t even know how to walk! they’re born in those cages!” violet shouts after the man who refused to sign her petition to free beagles from being tested on in labs. “asshole!”

ophelia hadn’t heard or understood most of the interaction, only seen tidbits and perhaps could figure out the blonde was angry with the boy who’d walked away from her. wandering over, ophelia picked up another clipboard and read over the words at the top before putting it back in it’s place. “i’ll sign,” she spoke up, looking up at the other with a smile. “i could try to help?”

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text → open

alexia: omg!!!!!!!

alexia: did you hear that nasa found 219 new planets and 10 of them are earth sized and in the habitable zone of their star?????

alexia: i'm so happy right now i love space 😄😄

ophelia: you have no idea how excited i am about this.

ophelia: i was actually going to text you about this!

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yasyazdelmar.

“I swear I’ve been high since Wednesday. This is what summer is supposed to be.” smiled Yasmiin from her bed, wrapped in sheets with a bong in her hand. “This is the last hit, but I can load it again if you want.” she offered, lighting up.

ophelia shakes her head and drops her hands to her sides. “no thank you. i have a bad relationship with drugs,” she confesses, not realizing she was signing as she spoke anyway. out of habit, the petite woman couldn’t help herself. “more for you,” she waved away the offer.

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@littlcbiird: day 17 of pride month and i've regretfully done nothing to celebrate.

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just a quick heads up for you guys!! wren’s name has officially been changed to OPHELIA. this has been a psa.

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what song represents you?

she stops and thinks. songs are about lyrics, the words, the story. it’s a poem put to a rhythm, even if she can’t hear the music itself. “young blood by fall out boy.” 

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what's the craziest dream you've ever had?

“i don’t really remember any of my dreams.” but if you’re talking about dreams to reach, goals- her craziest might be getting her real family to accept her and want her. to her, it’s a dream and she know’s it’s crazy.

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what is your favorite item of clothing?

this answer is easy. “it’s a big brown sweater.” she’s had it for years, but it still holds together well. “one of my foster mom’s gave it to me for christmas.” she won’t add that it’s the only christmas present she ever received from a foster family, though that’s not why it’s her favorite. “it’s warm.” it’s her favorite because it was one of the few things left when she was released from jail.

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hildegaards.

❛ så fucking roligt, elias. din jävla idiot. ❜ they laughed to themselves, the open package in front of them revealing delights from their homeland ( which they absolutely despised with all their might. ) shaking their head, ludvig opened the bag of black licorice and stuffed a few into their mouth, grimacing when they felt the sour and bitter taste on their tongue. ❛ repulsive. you want this ?? i will legit pay you to eat it. my brother thought he was being funny by sending me shit i hate. ❜

the cool thing about htis for wren was she actually enjoyed most of the things in the box- the black licorice especially. reaching out, she took them from her friend with a happy smile in their direction. “gladly. how can you hate it?” she drops it in her lap to speak before lifting a long strand of the licorice and taking a bite from it. 

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accepting anons for the next 24 hours.

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accepting anons for the next 24 hours.

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starrythatcher.

“So, it’s been a good two years since I watched through all the Harry Potters… do you want to join me? Or maybe we can watch something else. We could watch all the way through some Friends seasons too if you want, I’m just in desperate need for a tv binge.”

wren was attempting to keep up but got a little lost. the general idea was there, and she shook her head. “i can’t,” she admitted. “unless you want to use captions through the entire thing.” a small shrug. “i love harry potter, the books are amazing but i’ve never seen the movies.”

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so i am truly bad at open starters and keeping up with replies on those.

so this is an official PLOTTING & STARTER CALL. make that heart red or reply if you have more than one muse. i’ll come at you to plot or i may just make a random starter and go from there. 

but please, come talk to me and let’s do stuff.

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gluttcny.

- ̗̀  ❛ ♔ * closed starter || @littlcbiird.

                           ❛ i didn’t see you on the THAILAND trip, ❜ finn says as clearly as he can ( hoping that his accent wouldn’t be any inconvenience ) before a smile curves his lips, leaning against the back of a chair as he tilts his head at wren. since the BLAST came out all he’s been doing is focusing his attention on the case that’s growing stronger & stronger everyday, but now that finals are over he’s found himself with MORE TIME on his hands to spend with his friends. & he’s always, for some reason, been quite fond of wren since they met. ❛ i thought you would love to go, but apparently not. you okay ? ❜

there’s a reason wren has been a fan of finn she she met him, even before meeting him. but she’s never had the courage to speak up and tell him the truth. if he ever finds out, he will probably be angry with her and she doesn’t know how she’s going to handle that.     she missed him while he was on the thailand trip, something she wishes she could have joined in on. ❝ work, finny. ❞ she shrugged. ❝ being on scholarship means i have to work if i want to eat or have any money to live. ❞ she shrugs, leaning back in her own chair as she speaks. ❝ you have to tell me all about it, it sounded like fun. ❞ 

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cmilosevich.

Something caught his attention and he brought his eyes back to her as he noticed her hands moving in what he could only assume was sign language. Taking a small step back, he let his hands drop to his side for a moment before moving them back up to sign. “You sign?” It seemed simple enough and he was more focused on making sure he got it right than he was her for the moment. Still, without hesitation, he nodded. “Yeah. I am sure.” He signed, hoping he was getting it right. 

her first reaction was of surprise before she smiled at him, a brightness back in her face that had fled for the moment. she spoke as she signed, nodding as well. “my whole life. i’m deaf.” never ashamed of who she was, wren was just overly glad someone was attempting to speak with her. she could tell he was rusty or didn’t know a lot but it still felt great knowing he was trying. “where did you learn? and i’ll take you. it’s not far.” degrees more comfortable around him already, wren was happy to take him where he needed to go. “if you life coffee, they have a little coffee shop in there. i’m a regular there, it’s always really calm in there. better than any barnes and noble could ever be.”