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Character Aesthetics - Matt - “What’s cookin’ good lookin?”

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foster-the-morning:

i love people who get excited about stars

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[ text ; movie wiz ] don’t worry champ [ text ; movie wiz ] i’d never take advantage of you while you’re drunk [ text ; movie wiz ] i’m not that kinda girl

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( text → sammy ): iff you say so ( text → sammy ): i know u want this its ok k ( text → sammy ): you better maAKe your move before i down anotehr shot though cause im feelin a litttle n ( text → sammy ): okay. i’ve puked. they threw me out. i’m ready to go home now. why are you taking so long sammy please

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sollucem.

             ❛  right, yeah. because this is definitely my fault for not making                      back up pies. you know, if you wanted a pie i would’ve just made you one.                      not that you ate my pie, because you would NEVER do something like                      that to me. i need you to get the big bowl from the top shelf. i can’t reach it.  ❜

        ❛ alright, honestly, you should know me BETTER by now,              punz. back up pies should have been the first thing you              thought about. alright, i admit to my wrong doing, but only              because you are totally guilting me into it.     you can’t            just make super delicious pies, leave them out and expect           me to not even take a BITE. --- yes, ma'am. anything else? ❜

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me: replies to sunny every other post to try to make it look as if we don’t have a billion threads on our multis

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brightestbiochemist.

          “ I need you to take your shirt off. For scientific purposes. ”

         “Well, if it’s for science...”

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pasterased.

       ❛ our survey says ——— DING DING !!! yes. rip the bandaid off. ❜

         ❛ it’s gonna hurt so much... i don’t think i’m ready. ❜

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warsraging.

       “The ones who don’t sacrifice themselves         for the hero, sure.” He pretends to be caught         off guard by her question, acting as if he’s         thinking about the answer for a moment.         “          Handsome?” 

     A roll of her eyes and an attempt at a unimpressed       attitude  is  shattered  as  a  chuckle  can’t  help  but        escape  glossed  lips.  “Ha ha,”  she  replies  with  a        sarcastic tone,  “Well, at least you still got a sense of       humor. Well, your sense of humor.  ------  You sure       you’re okay, handsome?”

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observcr.

        “it’s apparent to me that i’d probably be fired as your         friend for doing so.” she joked in return.

speaking from past experience (or lack of it, you could say), sherry didn’t like drama. she didn’t like the messiness of it all. and YET, she constantly dreamed up fantasy situations for her to play superhero and deal with all the stuff every pretty heroine did. a bit contradictory, to say the least. especially when you technically do have powers equivalent to that of being a human TARDIS.

                    “you are seriously the sweetest though, for reals.                      what did i DO to deserve you in my life?” she leaned                      back in her chair and sighed. “i just always imagine                      the stupid fictional romances for myself, but i can’t                      see myself doing well in a real relationship. i just                      know what to EXPECT in my imaginary relationships,                      you know? ugh, i feel so pathetic.”

          “yes, well, i TRY.”

her cool act barely lasts a full five seconds before she breaks character & instead falls to a fit of giggles.

            “thanks, s. you’re okay, too. you’ve done a great deal              of deserving things ----- but i’ll throw it out right now               that if you ever want to repay me for my absolute               wonder of a presence, i accept cash or broadway               tickets.” she throws the other a smile before getting              a bit serious. “if that’s PATHETIC, then i guess that              makes two of us. trust me, i get it. you know there’s               nothing i love more than tv, and i guess eventually it              gets to a point where you’re so fixated on those fictional              worlds that you can’t tell the difference between them              and reality anymore. i don’t know if that’s a good thing              or a bad thing, honestly.”

eventually, bianca had gotten kind of tired of all the same romance plots used for entertainment.  true, t here would always be at least  ONE couple she would fall in love with, but very few have actually made her “relationship goals” list.   soon enough,   the blonde had  figured out that PLATONIC LOVE was just, if not more, important, yet rarely given the same attention.   maybe that’s why her favorite trope had always been best friends to lovers. maybe that’s why she’s never really connect with anyone before.     maybe that’s why she’d  rather watch it, or talk about it with her best friend, instead of actually live it. she just hoped sherry could see that.

               “seriously,  don’t worry about it.  i guess love will                  find us when it finds us. until then, i got you, you                  got me. who needs more?”

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warsraging.

The smile when he sees her is almost immediate      Jess’s enthusiasm was pretty contagious, and Matt was already quite pumped to begin with. “Alright! Chipotle, here we come!!” he announces excitedly as he begins to drive. “Not gonna lie, I was desperately looking for an excuse not to study tonight       and Chipotle is definitely better than math. So I guess I should thank you for saving me from a really boring night.”

His adorable matched enthusiasm earns a chuckle out of the  blonde as she pulls down the sun visor to get herself together. You never know who you could see while out and about, right? “You know you can always count on me to liven up your night,” Jess agrees with a smile as she adjusts her hair. “Chipotle is better than a lot of things ------ but especially math. I mean, I  totally  support  you  studying  and  shit  for your future and I’m  super proud of you for it,   but I’m glad I can pull you away for a very delicious break. Speaking of, how’re your studies going, anyway? Besides math, of course.”

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oK I’VE BEEN SUPER BAD HERE I KNOW i’ve been getting my punz back up cause she’s my main but i promise to get things going here again this week

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escapiiing.

    “Unless that twitter feed includes a hashtag that’s going to save your grades, I REALLY doubt it’s worth those extra ten minutes you’re wasting of my time, Jess. Believe it or not, I have actual studying to do. For the exam, remember? That thing that grades us and tells us if we’re passing?“ She removes her frames, lowering them to the table before rubbing her face with both hands, a loud sigh escaping her lips. "You’ll be more excluded if you don’t PASS, Jess! Can’t you just check your twitter when you get home? Or on your way there? What could be that important, anyway?”

     “What’s so important?! Faith Miller is potentially pregnant but since she cheated on her boyfriend -- TWICE -- everyone’s gonna start placing bets on who the father is --- My money’s on Jeff. I mean, word on the street is he works wonders, if you know what I mean ----” Okay, okay, don’t worry, Ashley. Jess knows her boundaries. Most of the time. “Alright. I’m sorry. What question were we on again?” It’s not like she’s gonna really pay attention, but she’ll try for the sake of friendship. 

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pxrcelain.

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she opens the backdoor of her car to toss her backpack in, only to have her heart stop at the sight of a figure that isn’t supposed to be there. the alarm bells in her head ring almost immediately, and she shrieks as she hits the person with her backpack ( as if that would drive them away ).

he wakes with her scream, but before he has time to really process anything, he’s being hit on with a backpack. man, can life give him a break? “woah, woah!!” he’s instant to protest to the beating as he gets up from his awkward sleeping position in the backseat ( which is definitely gonna ache for the rest of the day ) to face the owner of his current bed. “i know i’m kinda not supposed to be here, but damn, what do you have in that bag? bricks?” it honestly probably didn’t even hurt that much, but c’mon. it’s morning. he just woke up. he’s gonna be grumpy.

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calliopeisms.

         “oh great, those are one of my favorites too.           though, i’m more of a snickerdoodle gal.” evan           says with a light laugh. “sure, definitely.” she           makes her way to the other side of the counter           to where the bowl of cookie dough was. “couldn’t           sleep.” she replies a little too quickly. “a cup of           sleepytime tea usually does the trick but… warm           cookies sound just as good. –how about you?”

      “ooh, yes! maybe we can make this a weekly         thing and make those next time.”    she was         going to try and pass it off as a joke with her         smile, but she’s secretly hoping it somehow         becomes  a  reality.    she  was  always  for         befriending kind strangers.   “oh, me too. i’ve         always been kind of an insomniac,” the blonde         responds with a shrug. “by the way, i’m bianca!         it’s super nice to meet you.”    she widens the         smile already on her features and extends her         hand in greeting. “you’re evan, right?” 

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kind of reeeeeeally wanna add a lizzie bennet diaries based jane to muse list sos

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warsraging.

“Well, we can go get some coffee now, if you want. I’d love some myself, actually.” She smiles a little, nudging his shoulder. “We might get to see a dog on the way, too.”

“You sure know the way to my heart, Blue.” Clint smiles back as he rises from his seat, offering his hand to help her up from hers. “Oh man, don’t even get my hopes up on that. If I don’t see a dog at least once a day, I honestly think it would kill me. It’s a good thing I have Lucky, otherwise I’d be dead. And where would the world be without me?" In fact, that reminds him. He’s totally gonna use his Avengers discount for that coffee.

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idogotmoves:

It’s no great loss. Mike doesn’t really sleep peacefully that much anymore, truth be told. Even now, when he’s doing better, it’s rare that he sleeps soundly through the entire night. All these bad memories hounding him, still managing to fuck him up even though he’s convinced himself that they’re all just fake. Distractions from whatever really did happen up there, something to save him from the real nightmares. 

He still feels the claws on his neck, still feels the heat from the burning monster trying to devour him. Most nights, Mike wakes up covered in a sheen of sweat. Tonight’s no different, but at least the buzzing of his phone serves as a decent distraction from the bad dreams. He looks at the screen, sees Jess’ name, and finds himself so very thankful. 

He sits up and presses the phone to his ear. She starts talking right away.

        “It’s okay,” he tells her with a small shake of the head. “I wasn’t sleeping anyway. What’s up?”

She’s got half a mind to just hang up and pretend this never happened before he even has a chance to respond, but the familiar sound of his voice keeps her still. His words of reassurance instantly calm her, and she flashes back to the night where his voice was the only hope she could grip to. He had come for her. She had heard his screams, she had seen him for the few seconds she had gained consciousness before falling down the goddamn shaft again, fucking her up even more, but he had tried. She remembered. She doubts she’ll ever forget. 

They hadn’t really talked for some time. In fact, she hadn’t talked to a lot of people. Doctors, therapists, family? Sure, she tried. But no one understood. It was almost cruel how the only ones who KNEW had become so unreachable. In their defense, Jess hadn’t really attempted it as best as she could have. Her current situation was turning out to be quite a wild card in the recent events of her life, but she wasn’t about to give it up --- not now that she already put Mike through the trouble. 

       “Oh.” She shouldn’t be surprised, really. She doubted any of the survivors had had it any easier than she did. “Uh --- I couldn’t sleep. I don’t know why I called, really, I just thought --- I don’t know.” The blonde admits with a sigh. “Um... How’ve you been? It’s been a while.”