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send me a ★ for a facebook status from my muse to yours

send me a ☂ for three tweets from my muse directed at your muse

send me a ▲ for an instagram picture from my muse about your muse

send me a ✿ for a snapchat from my muse to yours

send me a ☯ for a youtube video or vine about your muse from my muse

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send me a ✉ for three texts from my muse to yours

#first few cos i am? a Lazy Sack of shit #great? good #ask meme.

Where would you like to see yourself in the next 10 years?

If things go right? In my grave. Where Todd will bring me a five-piece chicken tenders box combo every other Monday, while he cries over how boring his life has become. ( @t0ddt )

#death tw #answered.

hottest people around?

@aleksanderorionn and @collicr are like, textbook definition of hot. Plainly obvious. @chvdds’s eyes? Real sapphires. Oh, and don’t even get me started on @ofhenrychoi. Everything about that man is damn beautiful.

#atlas shut uP we get it u like men #answered.

evbennet‌:

it had been a good night for evita. she had managed to get her drawing submitted to her lecturer before midnight and to celebrate she had put on a pretty dress and charmed her way into a swanky cocktail party. taking a complementary bottle of champagne she had hidden herself away in place she thought quite concealed, but just as she managed to pop the cork, she was discovered. “ah, shit.” she paused, only slightly embarrassed. “i’ll share?”

The Xhaferi had been stood outside the venue for no longer than ten minutes, already working at prying off Eden’s ostentatious jewelry. She felt like a goddamn Christmas tree. A quick swipe of the barrette out of her hair allows her to shake raven locks free from what felt like temporary imprisonment. Eyes land on a familiar petite figure emerging from double doors. “A bottle of Moët? Not bad, Bennet. You hiding me my ticket to the clouds in there too?” E looked like she’d just stepped out of a dream — in comparison to the pink, frilly nightmare Atlas had thrown on as a fucking joke. She never really did those cocktail parties that looked like it was actually disguised as some shitty charity gala. Too many formalities, too little time. A hand now gracelessly digs into one side of her bra, as she mirrors the dirty look of a passer-by. “You know I’ve already pocketed an iPhone 5 and a shitty purple Android?” Lapsing into a mock pout like she was overwhelmed with despair, she plucked the bottle from E’s hand for a quick swig. She was gonna need more than just champagne for the shoe bites to come. “People are so stupid.”

#wow ok i have this really bad habit of ramblin xoxo #evita.

#hh.

rcsfcber‌:

class was pretty annoying today and he really tried his best to get out of there as quickly as he could so he did, pushing past the people in the lecture hall and through the doors with a resting bitch gaze on his face he walked down the steps with his head down as he turned the corner and slammed right into the person in front of him, not even really paying attention to where he was going. his cheeks turned a bright red as he gripped tightly onto the strap of his bag, so tightly that you could almost see the veins popping out on his skin and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “uh– crap uh– sorry, i sh- should have paid attention to where i was going.” god luke, could you sound any more stupid while you’re talking? he thought to himself as he took a deep breath before taking a step back to give them space. “a- are you okay? i didn’t uh– hurt you or anything did i?”

Chocolate eyes blink up at the male, who seemingly had just enough common sense to step back before she’d shoved him away herself. Manicured hand catches her phone before it hits white tile with a crack, before Atlas cuts off half-hearted apologies from the other with a harmony of her own. “Uh? Uh. Uhhh. Are you beginning an acapella session I was unaware of?” A tight-lipped smile begins to grace the lower half of her features. Psychotic. “What am I supposed to say? Ah? Ooh ooh? Ting tang walla walla bing bang?”

#luke.

t0ddt‌:

An eager nod of the head, a confirmation of some sort, that yes, there is in fact a brilliant reason for them to get out of there as fast as possible. But Todd never gets to the whole explanation part, as before he knows, they’re face to face with upcoming trouble. And so, he doesn’t say a word. Skinny arms dangle awkwardly at his sides, what appears to be rather neutral, yet worried gaze moves from the girl to the gang. Her words are not helping the situation in any way, he quickly realizes. “No. No. Don’t— shh. Stop.” he attempts, but it’s soon pretty clear that he doesn’t have much to say in this very matter — nothing that could be found valuable. The man seems even less amused than before, his glare full of hatred, fists clenched. “D’ya think this is funny?” man, he’s really doing his best to sound threatening. “No! No, Sir. Not at all, I guarantee. Not even slightly amusing..” Todd begins, the delusional part of him hoping this will just about do the job, but things go a bit out of hand when the man’s eyes rest on him. He doesn’t have the time to process this. A hand grabs him by the collar of the floral shirt, violent yank, and he’s suddenly all up in the predator’s face. He gasps, because, at this point, there isn’t much else he can offer. A set of violently structured sentences is thrown his way, nothing he can particularly focus on, before this huge, Hulk-sized creature headbutts him, with what Todd believes is superhuman strength. He’s shoved to the floor, a shaky hand finding its way to cover the already bleeding nose.

No. No. Don’t— shh. Stop. Over the music, Atlas somehow still hears a slow thud upon watching Todd’s body meet the bar floor. He’s seemingly taken by surprise — but the ever-present glaze over his eyes shows no higher level of shock than the brunette’s jaw hanging wide open at the scene in front of her. Without further deliberation or much rational thought, the Albanian lets out her loudest Spartan cry before charging across the length of the table and practically leaping onto her new target’s back. Fists are flying, and angry grunts leave pink lips as she now goes to blindly yank on some hair — oh wait. Hands awkwardly ghost over a polished head for a beat. She’s never fought a bald person before. Dammit, Atlas. Grab something, fast! Her fishnet knees secure themselves at her prey’s sides, arms instinctively looping around his neck into a chokehold. Now, in other circumstances, the move would’ve worked its magic just seconds in. But also in all said circumstances, she’d never had to face an opponent nearly twice her size before. Forearms begin to wrangle wildly around the man’s tree stump of a neck as she’s noticed he’s finally grasped the situation. Hulk hands begin to pry at skinny wrists, and the girl realizes there isn’t much time before he’d fling her off like some battered rag doll. It only takes a few tries before he finally has the common sense to reach up towards her face. An open palm swings higher up, and thick, nicotine-scented digits graze locks of her hair. Eyes fly wide at the attempt as she ducks left. Close one. Her gaze desperately darts around the reachable vicinity for something… anything! Dark hues through stray raven locks ultimately land on her poor fellow band member, who was just starting to recollect himself off the dirty floor. Had her tresses been any longer, and she’d looked like she just climbed out of a well. An upright palm pleadingly reaches out in his direction, as thick brows knit closer in anticipation. “Todd, quick! Beer me!”

#tht waz wild frm start 2 finish #a breathy wrrrow #todd.

t0ddt‌:

@notyouratlas

Turning away from the bar with a small smile, he’s more than ready to have a seat and enjoy yet another cocktail with his companion. Two glasses, one in each hand, careful but confident steps as he heads towards the crowd. But things go out of hand at the speed of light, when his slightly intoxicated, clumsy self bumps into some girl. The liquid is spilled all over the floor, her clothes, God knows what else. His dreams of a positive night are thrown out the window when his quick apologies are interrupted by a guy twice his size. Todd believes his pupils grew a noticeable amount, his face pale, but the fear doesn’t feel as intense as it should. The big man is arguing, and at this point Todd has dropped the other glass, as well. “Sir, I’m sorry. I’m very sorry––” but nothing he says seems to be put into consideration. So, he manages an awkward, apologetic smile and hurries away. With his head down, he heads towards where she’s sat, leaning over the table to update her on the situation. “Change of plans.” is the first thing he manages, his gaze moving to the group of people, who seem to be approaching. That’s not good. “We should go.” he nearly begs.

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” was all it took a lanky bar patron to leer down at Atlas before she was resisting the urge to outright wretch into her hand just for the theatrical effect of it all. Chocolate hues narrowed significantly as she eyed him in the silence that followed. “No, but I actually did break my collarbone when I burst through the earth’s crust a hundred miles an hour, ascending from the deepest depths of hell. Painful.” A manicured hand shot up much like a traffic warden halting vehicles just when he opened his mouth to speak again. Eyes flit over the bar crowd, before landing on a familiar messy head of hair. “I wouldn’t waste my time. I’ve already got a conquest lined up, actually, and he’s promised to sensually whisper the entire Bee Movie script between my thighs while wearing the matching costume to bed tonight. Do tell, could you possibly have a more enticing offer for me?” Two innocent bats of her lashes, before she concludes giving the male further attention. A tangle of gangly limbs tucked into themselves comes to her rescue, much like a dog with its tail between its legs. Atlas would’ve found the humor in the moment, hadn’t she been waiting ten minutes for her company just to arrive back without any drinks. It’s still one disaster averted, seeing that the creepy stranger had evacuated the premises upon the keyboardist’s arrival. Nothing more than a gruff exhale now to tut at empty hands. “Todd. If I wanted someone to disappoint me tonight, I would’ve long left you behind for that,” an effortless gesture is tossed towards the direction the patron had disappeared off into for the night.

Change of plans.

“Change of — ? Oh, there better be a good explanation to this.” Reprimanding tone dissipates as her attention follows the other’s to an approaching group. There was a particularly disgruntled male who stood tall at the front. His scowl matched that of her drug dealer’s, when she for the second time in a week refused to bring him enough money. Street bargains, and all. As her thoughts wander, so does the gravity of the situation. “S’that your dealer? Look at you, coming through with a baggie before our show! Is this your way of making it up to me?” Atlas finally pops up from her seat before tossing another shameless once-over at the stocky-shouldered stranger. Big, crossed arms. Shaved head. He looks livid. Brunette tips her head inquisitively at a far-from-complacent visage. “Huh. Didn’t peg you to cuff a Walmart-brand Vin Diesel, Turner. But, to each their own.”

#HHHhhhh i took this and ran i am s or r y #HONESTLY THE FIRST PARA IS JST.. BULLSHIT U JST GOTTA REPLY TO THE SECOND PART #also i.. apologize for her she is so vulgar #todd.

— have you seen atlas xhaferi, the astronomy student around oxford yet ? i hear they can be rambunctious and carefree, but those who know them insist they’re reminded of neon lights reflected on a rainy road, eccentric clothes, chipped black nail polish, paint strewn on combat boots, and blurry polaroids when they’re around. rumour has it that she’s impersonating her missing twin to attend oxford. is it true ? only time will tell…