i stand amid the roar { ap }

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my new blog is nearly complete and yall are not ready

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matthbennett: Things got too cute last night

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bruh i need to get this account back on track

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why does your blog have autoplay am i back in 2007?

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sex+romance headcanons!

Send me a symbol. Please note that some answers may be NSFW.

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

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alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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me: lEtS DO [insert really painful plot here]  birdy: y- me: nO

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me: *puts spirited away music on my blog playlist to be funny*

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“Shut up and scoot over, fluffy hair.” She sends him a glare. She pulls back the covers and slides in next to him. “I’ve always hated them, okay? It’s a long story.” She mumbles, sliding her arm around his waist. They’ve met for what… two weeks now? Or what felt like it, yet here she is in bed with him. Well, in a different way than most guys. 

     “Volume is usually a sign of healthy hair, Angel.” Yes, he’s quick to defend his hair. It’s kind of sort of his pride and joy. His eyebrows raise a little once she slides into his bed because this isn’t entirely what he had in mind. “I’m... not opposed to sleeping on the floor.” Oh, and now she’s holding him. Alright then. A sigh escapes him as he closes his laptop and reaches behind him to place it on his desk. “Well, we’ve got all night. And I do enjoy a good story.”

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deathaze :

         aspen uttered no protest as she shuffled her feet after him, eyes glancing over her shoulder with every other step, afraid of being attacked from behind. the  p r i n t on her arm still burned, as if the hand was a BRAND.  she speaks in a low voice, it holding a slight shake, ❛ what if it  FOLLOWS us?  ❜

                her eyes stare at him for a moment before her eyes glance back once more, expecting to see something turn the corner and charge at them. it was STRONG entity; she had no doubt it had the ability to latch onto one of them if it truly desired. 

          “It won’t-- it wants us out. That’s all.” His voice is even but quiet, almost a whisper as to not disturb whatever they’ve angered. “Don’t engage with it. Keep your eyes ahead.” Fear is a very powerful and very flammable thing. It could cause an inferno.            Once they make their way through the dusty doors the heaviness lifts. Aristotle takes in a deep breath of outdoor air and turns to Aspen to make sure she feels the same way. “Are you alright? Did it hurt you anywhere else?” Nothing looms behind her, as far as he can tell but there’s a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK coming from inside so he leads her to his car-- away from the house. “I’m so sorry, Aspen. So sorry.”

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                 “oh, we’re super close then - yeah, it has.” she’s a little shell     shocked at the moment. never in her life would she have expected to    see him here or again for that matter. having someone that didn’t think     her plant knowledge was weird was life saving even at such a young age.

        “bustin’ my butt to get into this place. they have an amazing botany       botanical program. never lost my love for plants.” the books in her     arms begin to show just how heavy they are, shuffling them about.        “wanna give me a hand to mine? i could really use the help and        catching up would be great, actually.”

          “I knew you wouldn’t.” Louella’s love for plants was always the talk of their elementary classrooms. Watching her work with them, talk to them-- it was always enthralling to him. Still is, most likely. The fact that she hadn’t dropped a passion in the face of criticism was inspiring, if not extremely personal.           “Of course, I’d be happy to.” He’s quick to take as many books as he can and follows close behind her. “How do you like the living arrangements so far?” Must be difficult to be so far from home for her, especially when home constitutes lots of plant life.

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        “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!!” Ivy was far too excited to be investigating the ghost-town. Their final destination was the funeral parlor that hadn’t been touched in over a decade, but to get to it, they would have to weave past the abandoned store fronts and discarded parks. “Do you smell that?” She inhales sharply, a broad smile taking over her face. “That is the smell of mystery and nostalgia. My two favorite aromas,” she says, turning on her camcorder. She hears the door to the van shut and she assumes her partner will be following her in no time. “Doesn’t this town remind you of, like, Disneyland? I love the old barber shop striped-pole-things. A-And the old-style ice cream parlors! Man, I wish they were still up and running.”

      “Disneyland, hm.” It’s more of a thought accidentally said aloud than a response meant for Ivy. The comparison would have been funny from the outside. In fact, it’s probably funny to everyone except Aristotle because he can see that this place is far from an amusement park riddled with life and joy and all things sugary. This place... it’s heavy. Like desert sands that harbor dangerous, violent things. “What did you say happened here, Ivy?” There are entities darting in and out of his sight but they don’t seem to want to be seen. For now. He can’t get a decent visual on them with all their moving about, either. Maybe they’re ashamed. Or scared. 

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       At first when Ava felt herself being jerked backwards she thought that someone may’ve been attacking her — she has a tendency to think the worst of any situation — but after a large bus zips directly in front of her she realizes that the jerking, in fact, had saved her life. She suddenly feels embarrassed for even thinking for a split second that someone was trying to end it.        The man who’s eyes she meets when she turns around catches her entirely off-guard. Not only did he just save her life, but he’s absolutely stunning. Ava renders herself speechless, her cheeks flushing as she shoves her copy of Memories by Lang Leav into her slouchy tote. The brunette tucks her hair behind one ear, arms folding over her chest with insecurity. “I’m fine, thank you. I should’ve been looking where I was going, but it’s just—” She gestures to the book inside of her bag, shrugging some. “It’s a good excuse to be distracted.” 

        “Of course. Perhaps just not a good time, hm?” It’s light with tease but honestly he’d hate to think what would have happened if he hadn’t been turning the corner at that exact moment. One of the few times his mind wasn’t disconnecting proved to be the best time-- for both of them.          “Ah, well, my name is Aristotle Majumdar. But do call me Aris. I apologize if I’ve ripped your shirt or startled you. All with good intentions, I promise.” Introductions were in order, of course. It was a strange way to meet, but if his years had taught him anything it was this: strange things are bound to happen. She seems like a nice girl, even when she has difficulty finding her words.