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a private , multi - muse & multi - verse blog penned by char ! ( current muse count , 26 ) .

for those open for love Interests they can absolutely be male or female, none of my muses are exclusively straight. sexy, free, and single baby .

orxngehues

Callum recoiled at the sight of Lukas, who stood a full nine inches taller than him, almost running face first into his chest. Hearing the clatter of the phone, Callum looked down, moving to grab the phone, " Sorry Samara! Sorry Lukas! You were just early, I thought you were some robber" Callum apologized, handing the phone back to Lukas so he could say goodbye to Samara, feeling awful at the chance of how loud that clatter was for her ears.

He was blushing, deeply as he took in the scene, only to realize his state of undress, and the food about to overcook on the store, " Oh! One second, let me just," He scrambled...only a little bit, as he ran back to the kitchen, pan to an off burner, turned off the stove before scrapping the only slightly burnt egg onto his toast, with some ham and tomato, he looked back, " I did just make some for myself, but did you want a plate too? I could make you sometime, let me just go get changed," Callum said as he turned back to the entry to head up to his room.

oranythingdamn

a hearty laugh erupted from his chest at the realization, lukas supposed it would have been courteous to warn their housemate that he was returning earlier than expected. "that's quite alright," he was quick to reassure, pressing the phone back to his ear to quickly mutter a goodbye and well wishes for safe travels to his wife, concluding the end of the call with his usual 'vi ses snart, min älskling', which earned him the affectionate retort he yearned for.

with bags left abandoned in the foyer for the time being, he trailed after the young man with his usual bordering uncoordinated gait. strides long, but shoulders hunched in a habitual gesture of trying to shrink himself alongside those smaller than him. one of samara's favorite ways to refer to him, with affection of course, was an ungainly giraffe. whilst she tended to flit about with more grace.

"I truly ought to have made an effort to reach out at some point while I was abroad to check how you were settling in, it is such a large estate. even I, on occasion, find myself a bit disoriented," he started to ramble, a spark of joy lighting his eyes at the prospect of having genuine company to occupy the hours until his wife returned. "just last month I walked right into a room I hadn't even realized was in use, isn't that the wildest thing. in my own home!" he exclaimed, laughter bubbling up as he reveled in the humor of his own words. lukas had yet to fully process Callum's state of undress, but if anything, a sense of relief washed over him as he observed Callum settling in with such ease. "don't worry about me, i was able to grab a light meal at the airport lounge before I arrived. but i will put on a fresh pot of coffee, if you wish to partake. "

#&&. — 𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘐𝘗𝘛 #&&. — 𝘓𝘜𝘒𝘈𝘚 𝘕𝘐𝘓𝘚𝘚𝘖𝘕 #&&. — 𝘓𝘜𝘒𝘈𝘚 + 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘜𝘔 #vi ses snart min älskling = see you soon my love

orxngehues

It was a blessing that Callum was able to stay at the Nilsson Estate while he attended medical school. His first four years of university being a real pain to get through with dormitory life and Callum was starting to love the seclusion of the private estate. It was summer, Callum was given access to move into his room while Lukas and Samara were off on their own summer plans, and Callum was expecting them back for at least another week. So, when Callum was cooking his breakfast in a pair of loose boxers and a tank top, summer pop filling the emptiness of the vast kitchen, he didn't even hear the others arriving until he heard the door slam shut.

Of course, his first thought wouldn't be to Lukas and Samara, but to someone else getting their way over the secured gate and fence, most likely in some Nicholas Cage-Style Ocean's Eleven to steal something of historical value from The Nilssons. Grabbing the first thing he could find, Callum crept towards the foyer, rolling pin in hand, ready to strike.

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THE MELODIC HUM of his wife's voice, filtering through the receiver of the phone wedged between his ear and shoulder, was, as always, a welcoming trill that wrapped around him like a warm embrace. lukas hummed along to her instructions as he hefted his suitcases from the trunk of the rented car, ascending the stairs that led to the entrance of their home. she was not expected to return for several more days, their carefully laid plans to reunite in cairo regrettably unraveling as her expedition stretched on while his concluded far too soon. yet, it mattered little; they had traversed the summer months in solitude, each lost in their own adventures, a pattern as familiar as the changing seasons.

absence and distance, as they say, made the heart grow fonder. they were both secure and content enough in their marriage to continue pursuing their careers and know they could return to home base, where stories of their exploits and adventures awaited to be shared, enriching the bond they cherished. "yes, darling, I shall certainly consult with the gardeners. but, you must remember how remarkably resilient the azaleas are! i'm sure they've flourished in our absence!"

lukas fumbled with the front door, his feet betraying him as he wrestled his suitcases across the threshold, each step a clumsy dance. admittedly, if lukas was being honest, in the hustle and bustle of traveling and archiving across the globe it just might have slipped his mind that they were hosting their dear friend's son at the nilsson estate. his wife, bless her, had not forgotten and was just about to remind him to check in with their house guest, when the house guest in question whipped around the bend brandishing a kitchen utensil like a weapon. alarmed, lukas's hold loosened on the phone. it clattered to the ground as he reared back. a beat or two of silence passing as both parties processed the scene.

"oh, callum! good morning!" lukas chirped, as if the entire scenario wasn't alarming and unexpected. "is that the rolling pin?"

#&&. — 𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘐𝘗𝘛 #&&. — 𝘓𝘜𝘒𝘈𝘚 𝘕𝘐𝘓𝘚𝘚𝘖𝘕 #&&. — 𝘓𝘜𝘒𝘈𝘚 + 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘜𝘔

oliviacookes

— RENEÉ RAPP IN THE SEX LIVES OF COLLEGE GIRLS / S03E02

HERE you can find 174 high-quality gifs of Reneé Rapp in The Sex Lives of College Girls (season three, episode two) as Leighton Murray. All of the gifs were made by me; please respect my rules and do not repost them and/or edit them. Do not use my gifs for taboo themes and Hollywood roleplays. Please, like or reblog if you find them helpful or use them. Thank you and enjoy! Trigger Warnings: Alcohol.

#&&. — 𝘍𝘙𝘌𝘋𝘋𝘐𝘌 𝘔𝘈𝘋𝘋𝘌𝘕

peachspoongifs

nicole wallace in culpa tuya . all of these gifs were made from scratch by me . please do not redistribute these gifs , or claim them as your own work . please do not edit these gifs or turn them into gif icons without asking me first . ( i will usually say yes , just ask ) the total gif count is : #424 gifs . tw : drinking , kissing , sex , flashing lights , eating , crying . please like or reblog this post if you use these gifs / plan to use them . enjoy !

#&&. — 𝘞𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘍𝘈𝘊𝘌𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘐𝘔𝘚

dejjavus

⎡✨ KIANA LEDE GIF PACK ✨⎤

— CLICK THE SOURCE LINK BELOWfor #42 gifs of KIANALEDE in EPISODEONE in ALLABOUTTHEWASHINGTONS. All gifs were made by me from scratch and they are sized 268x170. I posted them for roleplaying purposes so please use them accordingly.

warnings: n/a. notes: do not claim, repost or edit my gifs without asking – or I will take the pack down. extra:download link can be found on the page.

#&&. — 𝘞𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘍𝘈𝘊𝘌𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘐𝘔𝘚

wegif

By clicking the source link you will find #549 gifs of actor BEN BARNES in the mini-series GOLD DIGGER (2019). These gifs were made by scratch and are free for public use. Please don't edit, repost or claim as your own. If you use them or find these helpful, please like/reblog and consider supporting us on ko-fi!

#&&. — 𝘞𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘖𝘗𝘗𝘖𝘚𝘐𝘛𝘌

retrcmoon

NICOLE WALLACE GIF PACK !!!

click here or the source link to be redirected to { #500 GIFS } of NICOLE WALLACE (2002) in CULPA MIA (2023) all of these gifs have been created from scratch by me. read my rules before using my gifs. do not claim these as your own or add into gif hunts. a like or a reblog is very appreciated. Join my discord server for quicker updates and exclusive content.

#&&. — 𝘞𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘍𝘈𝘊𝘌𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘐𝘔𝘚

joshzirkzees

hello everybody , click the source and you will find 113 268x151 gifs of samantha logan in all american szn six . she is trinidadian and irish . these were made by me but idc what you do with them ; edit , don’t edit … if you wish to redistribute as gif icons , feel free . you don’t need to ask permission but please credit me in the post . anyways like / reblog , all that jazz .

#&&. — 𝘞𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘍𝘈𝘊𝘌𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘐𝘔𝘚

peachspoongifs

anne hathaway in the idea of you . ( this pack is incomplete , and will be updated . ) all of these gifs were made from scratch by me . please do not redistribute these gifs , or claim them as your own work . please do not edit these gifs or turn them into gif icons without asking me first . ( i will usually say yes , just ask ) the total gif count is : #480 gifs . tw : drinking , eating , kissing , sex . please like or reblog this post if you use these gifs / plan to use them . enjoy !

#&&. — 𝘞𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘍𝘈𝘊𝘌𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘐𝘔𝘚

flymarlo

☆˚— click the source link to find #300 gifs [268x150] of nicola coughlan in big mood ˚s01 [episodes 1 & 4]. all gifs were made by scratch so don’t edit or repost. please like and/or reblog if you found them useful.

☆ commission work: click here to view commission info.

#&&. — 𝘞𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘍𝘈𝘊𝘌𝘊𝘓𝘈𝘐𝘔𝘚

cuntywhitaker

Beetlejuice (1988) // Beetlejuice Beetlejuice (2024)

vivienvalentino

Mike just kind of hanging around

&&. — 𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘌𝘋 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘓𝘌𝘠

@shincsobright

"Psst."

Only Freddie's head was visible around the doorframe she peeked into, her platinum blonde crown gleaming under the overhead lighting of Finley's trailer, with frameless glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. "Yeah, hi," she greeted warmly as soon as the brunette turned to acknowledge her, teeth peeking out from behind curled lips and fingers wiggling in a wave. "Real quick…"

"….I probably shouldn't put a whole container of thumb tacks in Axel's chair right?" she asked, her pitch far too relaxed for the scenario she had just painted. "Like, best case scenario I get fired, and worse case, I get sued?" With her eyes squinted in introspection, she barely allowed Finley formulate a retort before she was interrupting her. "By the look on your face, I'm thinking you're about to tell me to go ahead and just do it. Fuck the repercussions, amiright? Fantastic, okay bye!"

#&&. — 𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘐𝘗𝘛 #&&. — 𝘍𝘙𝘌𝘋𝘋𝘐𝘌 𝘔𝘈𝘋𝘋𝘌𝘕 #&&. — 𝘍𝘙𝘌𝘋𝘋𝘐𝘌 + 𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘓𝘌𝘠 001

brittany

wegxtthepxnk

everdeen:

Veronica Mars | 4x03 - “Keep Calm and Party On”

#&&. — 𝘍𝘙𝘌𝘋𝘋𝘐𝘌 𝘔𝘈𝘋𝘋𝘌𝘕 #&&. — 𝘍𝘙𝘈𝘕𝘒𝘐𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘋𝘌

shincsobright

Avett hated the way she felt staring at her best friend- could she even call her that anymore? They hadn't spoken all summer, and Avett still wasn't sure how the hell to remedy the situation. Faye's confession of feelings had come out of nowhere, and then as quickly as it had come, Faye had gone. The silence between them all summer was deafening, and seeing her now just standing there had Avett feeling all mixed up and understandably stressed. "How is that fair? You tell me you have feelings for me, and before I can even say anything or stop to think- you're gone," She snapped, the unfamiliar manner in which she was speaking to the brunette causing her stomach to clench. Reaching out for another drink, she took a sip and shrugged, trying to appear as if she didn't care; she was an actress, after all. "You sure about that? Sure seems like you did," The blonde shot back, taking another sip of her drink and wrinkling her nose at the strong liquor in it. "It's fine, I'm fine. You can go back to ignoring me and I'll just deal. Add you to the list with my mom, my dad- hell, maybe I'll write a song for you for my album," Avett spoke up bitterly.

oranythingdamn

That also wasn't fair. She wanted to shoot back, the charged retort rolling up her throat and laying heavy on her tongue almost immediately. Did she forget that Faye knew her best in the world? Which meant she could read more in her hesitation then anything she could have ultimately uttered to confirm her worst fears. Fears that told her she should have been more than content with how bound their souls already were in the throes of their friendship, instead of growing greedy and seeking more. So, yes, maybe she panicked in that moment and opted to distance herself to safeguard her heart. Why would she wait for her to verbally confirm what was already evident in her eyes, to finalize the death certificate of her unanswered affections? But Faye chose not to share any of these wandering insecurities with her at that moment, instead directing her gaze downward.

She was safer in the covert embers of her unrequited love, but now everything was laid bare, and there was no turning back.

Faye felt mildly taken aback by Avett's blasé reproach, even knowing she'd only invited the reception upon herself. Still, her protective nature swelled in the next breath, spurred by Avett's flushed cheeks and the precarious hold on the drink glass. There were far too many watchful eyes among them to be having this conversation so flagrantly, ones that would relish the chance to sensationalize and distort the details of their dispute on the front page of the tabloids.

Her hand shot out to slip the glass from Avett's grip and place it out of reach. "How much have you had to drink?" she found herself asking, unable to squander the concern from her tone. "Fine, if you want to talk about it, let's talk about it. But not here, and not like this," she sighed. "…please."

#&&. — 𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘐𝘗𝘛 #&&. — 𝘍𝘈𝘠𝘌 𝘉𝘌𝘕𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘊𝘛 #&&. — 𝘍𝘈𝘠𝘌 + 𝘈𝘝𝘌𝘛𝘛 001

shincsobright

their push and pull had it's appeal, but lately, cade felt more and more detached from reality, which he knew only happened when he was about to have a manic episode; he knew the signs, he just never had anyone in his life who could help him through it, which resulted in him going on a bender. a bar fight was nothing; there had been a morning he'd woken up with a broken arm in an alley with no memory of how he'd gotten there. to cade, it was just a part of life; he wasn't so disillusioned to assume he'd live to an old age; he'd make some more movies and then end up the cover story for a tabloid for a few weeks so they could speculate and gossip about his demise. still, in one brief moment of clarity, he'd reached out of the abyss for someone- for elle- and she'd come. she stood before him like some ethereal being, her smooth voice reaching his ears as he took her hand and stood, grimacing at the pain in his head. "you should know better than to think i'll behave," the young man attempted to joke, but it didn't reach his eyes as he fell into step beside her, walking towards her town car. "i didn't have anyone else to call," he laughed humorlessly, his voice hoarse as he climbed into the backseat and tipped his head back, hazel eyes closing slowly.

oranythingdamn

The initial spark may have been ignited by mutual attraction, designing a tangible thread in the air even before they exchanged a single word. However, it was the manifestation of inner instability clearly reflected in each other that ultimately solidified their red string of fate - converting thread into iron, and fleeting moments into something with greater emotional heft. Disenchanted and battered beneath guises of pragmatics, glitz and glam, and whatever temporary pleasures they could snatch. But where Elle flourished in the unraveling anarchy of it all, like the puppet master of her own twisted play - she found that Cade more often than not succumbed to the ebb and flow of the shadowy currents. Riding its peaks and valleys.

Elle was too sentimentally impaired to serve as an anchor in the gales, or rather too resilient to any suggestion of dependency, and instead subconsciously took on the function of an unwavering port. A reliable refuge he could always seek when the tempests grew too intense.

"I like it best when you act out," the remark laced with subdued mirth, but Elle easily caught on that the mood was anything but lighthearted. As soon as he was mostly situated in the backseat, she smoothly slid in beside him and signaled to the driver to get going. She had been on the way back to her place when he called, and she still intended for that to be her ending destination. "And if you had someone else to call?" she challenged, fingers gliding down the expanse of her exposed calf until she reached the buckles of her heels. "That almost sounds like I was an afterthought, I'm insulted." Her bottom lip rounded in a faux pout, even though she knew that wasn't what he meant at all.

"What else have you had, aside from possibly the entire stock of whiskey?" this more of a serious inquiry, popping one heel off and the other.

#&&. — 𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘐𝘗𝘛 #&&. — 𝘌𝘓𝘓𝘌 𝘝𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙𝘉𝘐𝘓𝘛 #&&. — 𝘌𝘓𝘓𝘌 + 𝘊𝘈𝘋𝘌 001

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