your green hair ,

well, ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ fuck this city ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ₍ ! ₎ (...) ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝘪'𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘯.

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this blog has been abandoned for a more private / don’t follow first blog.

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Hello everyone ,

I just had a huge emotional breakdown and I’m about to use this blog to cope lol. I am going to be deleting every post and restarting from scratch or I’m going to be moving blogs. I’m sorry if this annoys people but I am not well right now and this is the safest outlet for me.

If we have threads together please feel free to draft them now just in case I delete the posts - so you can feel free to continue them.

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Going to probably do an aesthetic overhaul to a fall / horror / Halloween theme and do a large soft block spree when I get home :)

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i want to write but i'm out of town so instead ... y'all should come plot with me xoxo

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Out of town this weekend for my last trip of the summer

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Out of town this weekend for my last trip of the summer

[calebhaas-deactivated20250824]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎WHY ARE YOU BEING SO NICE TO ME?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎#CALEBHAAS, WRITTEN BY ARIA‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎AN EXPLORATION IN THE IMPERFECT SON, IN THE FAMILY LINE, AND IN BREAKING THE CYCLE‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎BREAKING FREE‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎).

[ohisms]

‪‪❤︎‬ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 !    (  a  collection  of  75+ kisses.   feel free to specify the initiating muse.   potentially mature content within.  UPDATED 02/25 !  )

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for.

pulling them in for a kiss while showering together.

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare,  spin the bottle,  etc ).

kissing your lover to show you forgive them.

a coy, chaste kiss meant to say thank you.

an intimate kiss full of relief the second you're finally alone.

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them.

a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves.

lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs.

kisses while wrapping your legs around your lover.

a quick peck on the cheek as one party rushes off.

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them.

a kiss to convince them not to leave bed in the morning.

a kiss to distract them from stitching a wound.

a parting kiss before one party goes away for a long time.

biting their lip amidst a kiss, drawing blood.

heated kisses while tugging on their hair.

abruptly kissing a stranger to scare off the people following you.

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears.

a bruising kiss full of desperation and urgency.

distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck.

standing on your tiptoes to kiss their forehead.

kissing down the column of your lover's neck, leaving marks.

a kiss while being reunited after a long time.

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy.

a dutiful kiss with no true feeling behind it.

kissing your lover to take away their pain.

colliding with a wall, then each other's lips.

a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound.

a kiss while slow dancing close and intimately.

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger.

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight.

a kiss motivated by a dare from a third party.

an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a rooftop.

kissing them to shut them up.

urgent, messy kisses as both parties scramble to undress.

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning.

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain.

kissing your lover just above their waistband.

kissing your partner to seal a marriage.

pushing your love down onto the bed to worship their body with kisses.

a possessive kiss to stake a claim.

a kiss to resolve suppressed ( romantic / sexual ) tension.

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay.

kissing the top of their head as you hold them.

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers.

a kiss while hiding away from flashing cameras.

a kiss that means absolutely nothing.

kissing the swell of your lover's breast.

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains.

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun ( sets / rises ).

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand.

sensual kisses down the length of their back.

kissing them to confess your true feelings.

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out.

a kiss to forgive one another after a fight.

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps.

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss.

an unexpected kiss during a fake dating scheme.

kissing your partner after they've given you head.

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them.

a kiss after receiving good news.

an emotional kiss, relieved to find your lover alive.

crowded, heated kisses in the backseat of a car.

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends.

a kiss shared between enemies during combat.

a kiss that smears blood everywhere.

kissing them even though you know you shouldn't.

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them.

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort.

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party.

kisses while pulling them into your lap.

a heated kiss while holding them by the throat.

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing.

a kiss to seal a promise that you just made.

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning.

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them.

holding their face, kissing the tears from their cheeks.

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body.

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation.

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast.

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work.

a final kiss shared while holding your dying lover.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎WHY ARE YOU BEING SO NICE TO ME?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎#CALEBHAAS, WRITTEN BY ARIA‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎AN EXPLORATION IN THE IMPERFECT SON, IN THE FAMILY LINE, AND IN BREAKING THE CYCLE‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎BREAKING FREE‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎).

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(...)‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎inbox prompts, featuring @n1cap.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎__‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎wrap yourself up with this.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"

she's distracted, staring off into the night air:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her mind runs with the stars, chasing through each constellation with an air of nostalgia.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎navigation was never her strong suit, and for all she knows she's been there, that star, or even to that one.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there is no assuredness and yet there is a comfort in knowing that it may be true.‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(wrap yourself up with this).

his voice drags her away, the snap of her gaze in his direction comes with a realization that she had been standing with her arms crossed, as if she were cold in the bite of the night air.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a smile greets him, and for a moment she wishes to laugh, trying to remember when the last time she had truly felt cold had been‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(perhaps on some planet elsewhere, before it, before the bad wolf).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she doesn't have it within her to deny his kindness‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎in fact it's quite the opposite.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her cheeks glow with a natural blush as she reaches out to grab the fabric dangling from his hands.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it almost feels wrong, leaving him in button up fabric, victim to the wind, but she'd rather do that than be dismissive of his efforts.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎what does that say of them?

"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎won't you be cold?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she speaks with a laugh, putting the coat on before he even answers, and when she looks to him it's with a flick of a question mark in her eyes.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎does it look right?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎does it look like a piece of you on me?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎thank you, i probably should've brought a jacket.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i won't forget next time.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"

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if i found my login to @calebhaas would y'all join me on an adhd short muse journey

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*‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎update , please feel free to read!‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

original characters juliette king and ashlyn taylor have been moved back here.‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎my inbox has been completely wiped clean , nothing saved‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(this is for my own sake, now that i've moved it's nice to start fresh).

click here to send memes to mis-timed , please specify muse.

click here to send memes to in-timed , please specify muse (n.sfw).

please click here to reblog my self-promo for shits and giggles.

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(...)‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎inbox prompts, featuring @outlaste.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎__‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i want to be seen.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"

it takes all of the woman's self control to try to stifle the smirk, the excitement of knowing that she‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(or her poor-excuse for a self)‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎already had the key to being seen, to being stared at and loved:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it only comes out as a scoff, seemingly dismissive although candy coated.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her words are always perfectly tuned, to ensure that those who need to love her do, and those who need to know little of her‎ beyond the million dollar smile and looks ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yearn for more.

"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ do you?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her grin is coated in lipgloss, bubblegum pink and perfectly applied.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i understand, i mean‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's really awesome.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎out of the corner of her eye is a big billboard, and plastered across it is her, her and her blue eyes, her and her perfectly smooth skin and sculpted frame:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she exists from a wish, from a vision of beauty‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(everything elisabeth isn't, not anymore).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎this is all she knows, this is all maxine wants.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎so, how are you going to get seen, hm?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you have to have a plan.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎color her more intrigued than any sense of threatened.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there is some semblance of superiority in her the way she's dressed, in the sharp cut of her hair, in the trailer with her name plastered on it‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎and it leaves her comfortable, even if it shouldn't.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎maybe i know someone you could to talk to or something to help you along.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"

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Thinking about what it was like to grow up lower class and trying to fit in with all the girls at school with my goodwill clothes and hand-me-downs and how similar that is to what rose was like growing up - how everyone told her she wasn’t going to amount to much and yet she became the savior of the human race - and no one knows and she doesn’t care because that life was more fulfilling than anything she could’ve gotten or any appreciation that could be thrown her way on earth

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rose t.yler : erases nearly 2million d.alek's from exstence me :

[felicitykings]

See you then, Doctor.

DOCTOR WHO (2005- ) ↳ 1.06 Dalek

[anoffering-a]

this was a day he’d remember for eternity. running for his life, killing the clones that he once entrusted his life to. he needed to find her, and now. would she be considered a threat? an enemy to the republic? would she be hunted for the dreams and visions that plagued her? for her connection to the force she couldn’t control? by some miracle, he’s able to slip undetected into the building she lives in. this was only the first part of the battle. he still needed to save her. he needed to get her far away from here, where darth sidious couldn’t harm her.

“ rose! ” he cries out, bursting in through her door without bothering to knock, as he usually would. she would forgive him, he’s sure. “ rose, where are you? ” he asks, only feeling some relief when he sees her. she’s unharmed. thank god she’s unharmed. “ listen to me. we need to get out of here. ” he crosses the room to her, hands resting on her shoulders as he stares into her eyes, fear and panic spread over his features. “ something terrible has happened. we need to leave coruscant immediately. ”

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somewhere in her chest, burnt out and simmered away, lay a dead warning.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she knew something was coming, as did members of the council‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎on good occasion, her visions were clear, splayed out with just enough detail to give a warning to the jedi, at least that's how it had been over these years.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎all she could tell was that she awoke nearly nightly as today approached, screaming in a nightmare of blood and loss that was so blurred, disturbed and filled with quick flashes of cloaks.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎as obi wan spilled through her doorframe, she knew that her nightmare had become something:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎what that very thing was, she didn't know, but it pounded in her chest, growing louder when she observed obi wan's features.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎they were unfamiliarly fearful.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎yes, she knew the man before her contained multitudes, that he was capable of fear‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she had seen it when she would visit the council, as the others conversed with each other and he only looked to her),‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but she hadn't thought he was capable of this level of distress.

"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎w - what's‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she doesn't find herself able to even finish her sentence before they're face to face.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it feels as though her chest is caving in on itself, leaving nothing but rubble.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎what happened?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎before he can even tell her, there are tears in her eyes:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's living, walking through the nightmare she couldn't decipher, and she knows it.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎what about my mum?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎is she in danger?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there should be a greater agency in her steps, but that last question is holding her nearly motionless:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎still she looks around to see if she can grab anything right away before following him out, away, somewhere without much warning or knowledge.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎where's anakin and padmé?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"