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in a silly goofy mood tonight apparently
hiiiiiiiiii i moved jen to her own blog đ
motherland fort salem week: day 4   Ⳡfavorite cast member
hopelassâ:
   thereâs been a question lurking on his tongue for days now .     at first,  his plan was to ask it as fast as possible so that ophelia wouldn't be able to hear it properly,  but hiro  ( with his big brain and all, )  had pointed out that such an endeavor would only end with him having to ask twice.    then,  to make matters worse,  all of his other friends had only said the same thing  :  you just gotta get it over with like you would ripping off a band aid.    if fred wasn't the one in this situation,  he likely would have given the  SAME   nugget of advice,  but being on the other side of things is always worse.  and now oph is here,  and the banquet he's supposed to have a date for is only a day away,  and he's hopelessly squandered  most  of his precious time.    what does this mean ?    well that he's gonna have to  WING IT,  obviously.
  â  we should play twenty questions  â  â   he says,  suddenly tossing his comic book to the side as she bites into a slice of pizza.    fred continues on with what can only be described as nervous swagger.     â   here,  i'll ask first.     how do you feel about  DRESSES ?    particularly long,  ballgown ones  -  y'know,  like the ones girls wear to prom ?  â
@mysteryprone ; for OPHELIA .  /   STARTER  CALL.
    â wait, what? â opheliaâs not blind. fredâs been acting so weird for the last few days, and honestly, she was like, a day away from just asking him whatâs on his mind herself. now that heâs told her, though ( or at least sheâs assuming this is it, judging by the nervous energy practically exploding off of him ), sheâs even more confused. dresses â especially prom dresses, considering both of them are quite a few years out of high school at this point â are probably the very last thing she expected fred to ask her about, and she canât help the confused expression that slips across her face. like, this is weird, right? sheâs not being weird about it, this is a weird thing for him to ask her about, right? eyebrows furrowed, she turns to face fred fully, the hand holding her pizza slice stretching across the couch to drop it back onto the cardboard of the pizza box.
    â dude, what are you talking about? â to her credit, she does consider the question still, not wanting to leave him hanging. running a hand through green hair, ophelia shrugs, pressing one shoulder against the side of the couch. â but, uh, i donât like â mind them, i guess? like iâm not a huge fan, and iâd prefer to, like, not wear them, but iâm not gonna burst into flames wearing a dress or anything. âÂ
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Teuta Matoshi âStarryâ Haute Couture Gowns
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This is a commission piece that Iâm extremely proud of.
drivenashellâ:
    âAlright!â  He sounds much more excited than he probably should, lugging in a considerably large box of big, heavy books into his office.    âI have about two more of these,â  Emmett says, gesturing to the crate,  âAnd a few more boxes of â other stuff.â    Folders, binders, trinkets, office supplies, photos, supplies for the break room.  You name it, much of it is sitting either in the doorway in small, compact cardboard boxes, or in the back seat of his car.    âPepperâs going to swing by with coffee in an hour â make sure you text me your order â and I think all the furniture has already been brought in, so weâre good on that regard âŚÂ  Alright!  So, you can get started on fitting these giants in the bookcase â be super careful with the volume numbers, Iâm not entirely sure Pep took them out in any specific order â and Iâll start setting up the computer.  Sound good?â          /          @mysteryprone
    â jeez, dude, are you, like, secretly ripped or something? â calling her boss dude probably isnât one of sabrinaâs brighter ideas, but sheâs not exactly known for her good ones, so. eh. she peers over at him from the teetering top of her own box, fingers tapping inconspicuously against the cardboard to lighten the feel of the load in her own arms, nail beds glowing a soft pink underneath the black of her nail polish. placing it down onto a desk with a huff, sabrina rests her arms across the cardboard, both hands curling into lazy thumbs up as she surveys the room and the work they have cut out for them in the next couple hours. despite the fact that she can already taste the exhaustion thatâll hit her by the time they finish, a smile spreads across her face. she did luck out working for someone whose company she genuinely enjoys, huh? â sounds good to me! iâll reunite the bookcase with its lost children, no worries. â she sticks her tongue between her teeth as she grins, biting back a laugh. â will you judge me if i get like, an extra large and a small? âcause i already know iâm gonna need more than an extra large, and unfortunately, i donât think extra extra large exists yet. â
I THINK YOU MAKE ME A BETTER WRITER. by kitty.Â
                              I THINK WE MAKE EACH OTHER BETTER.                                                             by zoe.
    SHE OWES THE BACK   alleys of leningrad something for keeping her hidden from the red police.      the underbelly of the city is mapped out on the back of milanaâs palm.     she has memorized each twist and turn,  and remembers them even after all this time.    gun is slung across her breast as she takes one step,  two steps,  three steps up to the porch.    underneath a coat a good five sizes too big is her tattered dress,  and under her tattered dress,  her shaking frame.     milana is brittled by the cold,  but she,  after a marathon across her homeland,  has reached her destination.       â  â  itâs  MILANOCHKA. â    she says as she raps the barrel against the door.    she canât remember the last time sheâs spoken,  the last time sheâs heard her nickname.Â
@mysteryproneâ  <3â˛d for a starter.
    the rush of hot feeling that had surged through alina at karinaâs safe return to them hadnât lasted long, slowly seeping out through the empty hole left by milanaâs continued absence until she was left just as cold and stony and empty as always. karina had been something they couldâve handled â volkov was a bitch to deal with, but they could deal with him ( even if the new state of her and konstantinâs fingers may have said otherwise ), but milanaâs situation was new, and dangerous. one wrong move could put mila in danger that they, for once, wouldnât be able to dodge,, and that wasnât a risk they were willing to take. it had left them frustratingly at a loss, the days since theyâd last seen her stretching uncomfortably farther and farther away.
    someone at their door is normally not a good sign â both kasha and kolya are home, tucked together in a bed somewhere â and itâs not like theyâre expecting someone. but the fight leaves alinaâs body for the first time when she catches the soft voice speaking along with the knock, and before she knows it, sheâs crossed the room to the door, flinging it open. perhaps she shouldâve been more careful, should have considered the possibility that it couldâve been a trap, but sheâs always trusted her mila.Â
    something akin to a sob lurches out of her at the sight before her, and finally, finally, her sweet milanochka returns to her arms.Â
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talkstoantsâ:
    âSo ,â    words are spoken in an almost leisurely manner ,  and the smile on Scottâs face would lead you to believe that he wasnât about to spew some smart - ass comment .    But as always ,  win all matters pertaining to Ant - Man ,  youâre never going to receive just what you expect .    âIf Ant - Man wanted a social media admin âŚÂ  admin ?   Manager !  Same thing .    If Ant - Man wanted a social media manager â how into that would you be ?    Considering I think youâve had the most interaction with my Twitter as is .â    How serious is he being with this ?         /          @mysteryproneâ
    â dude, what? â eyebrows immediately furrow, confusion settling onto dylanâs face before scottâs even halfway done his sentence. due to the nature of their friendship, she takes most of what he says only half-seriously, just by default, and this is a rare moment in which heâs actually thrown her off a bit. â are you trying to offer me â a job? â she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms with a laugh that sounds just a little less teasing than normal. â do you even, like, need one? i mean, youâre not that big a deal. â
a funky lil blog roll! (realistically high activity is still fairly low activity but this is jst who im most likely to be on rather than How much i will be there)
regular multi / medium activity - u are here!
julie molina / high activity - @mohlinas
it lives multi / high activity - @nervehigh
bell duncan, oc / medium/high activity -Â @mermade
blue, oc / low activity - @99centspells
The Haunting of Hill House (2018) dir. Mike Flanagan