The Stonewall Inn
Product Placement
if i look back, i am lost
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NASA
YOU ARE THE REASON
Cosimo Galluzzi
Color Me Curious
Claire Keane
todays bird
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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Keni
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Game Changer & Make Some Noise
Monterey Bay Aquarium
The Bowery Presents
hello vonnie
Sade Olutola
cherry valley forever
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@sorrypriincess-blog1
"I am going to KILL Mala-Chai Latte! He stole my coffee machine! THE ACTUAL MACHINE, LIV! Let me kill him."
“He stole your—-” Liv knew it wasn’t the time to laugh and she was trying her very hardest not to, but it wasn’t exactly going well. “It’s just because he wants to make himself lattes, he hasn’t come to terms with his love for them yet…”
caffeinatedimmortal: I will stop saying it when you stop laughing!
I will never stop laughing, it’s literally the best thing ever
I laugh every time
IGNORE THAT PLS THAT WAS NOT MEANT FOR THIS ACC OMG
put a 💋 in my ask if your muse wants to kiss mine
tag yourself; im banona
Send a ‘💌’ to receive a love letter from my muse.
My muse has blood on their hands! Send your muse’s reaction!
Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.
No deleting questions, either!
“Why do you want trouble?”
“I don’t want trouble, I want fun, and this is fun..”
sorrypriincess started following you
@sorrypriincess
“Can I help you?”
“Hm, no. Probably not.”
mr. and mrs. smith - sentence meme pt. 1
“I guess that’s what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning.” “I never told you, but I was married once before.” “It was just a drunken Vegas thing.” “Oh, that’s better. That’s much better.” “Happy endings are just stories that haven’t finished yet.” “Your aim’s as bad as your cooking sweetheart…and that’s saying something.” “Don’t tell me how to handle my wife.” “Tell me you got smart and that you killed that lying bitch.” “Guess that was just wishful thinking.” “Still alive, baby?” “We have an unusual problem here.” “You obviously want me dead, and I’m less and less concerned for your well-being.” “Dance with me.” “It was just my cover, sweetheart.” “Wait, why do I get the girl gun?” “It’s called evasive driving, sweetheart!” “Hiya, stranger.” “You burn the picture after you get the assignment! It’s the first thing you learn!” “Oh, I must have missed that lesson. Just like you missed the one about not marrying the enemy!” “If you don’t like them we can take them back.” “You’ll get used to them.” “That vacation in Aspen, you left early, why?” “Damn, I wanted him.” “These fuckers get younger every year.” “Any last words?” “The new curtains are hideous.” “I thought I told you not to bother me at the office, honey.” “I have a thoery, newly developed.” “I’m think you killed us.” “Why do you care? I was just a cover.” “Who says you were just a cover?” “Ask us the sex question.” “Oh, look. More desert.” “Web of lies!” “I missed you.” “That’s the second time you’ve tried to kill me today.” “Oh, come on, it was just a little bomb.” “Come on, let’s talk about this! You don’t want to go to bed angry!” “What’s new?” “My parents died when I was five. I’m an orphan.” “Who was that kind fellow who gave you away at our wedding?” “I can’t believe I brought my real parents to our wedding.” “Sweetheart…?” “You want it? It’s yours.” “There’s a huge space between us, and it just keeps filling up with everything we don’t say to each other.” “Option A: You talk, we listen, no pain. Option B: You don’t talk, I remove your thumbs with my pliers, it will hurt. Option C: I like to vary the details a bit but the punchline is…you die.” “Can I have a soda or a juice or…” “Ok, that was a nice shot.” “What? You’re looking for a job or something?” “You are the job.” “They’re bulletproof!” “We’ll talk about this later.” “You saying you had your ass handed to you by some girl?” “You really expect me to roll over and play dead?” “Well, you should be used to it after five years of marriage.” “Come to daddy.” “Who’s your daddy now?” “We should so not be allowed to buy these.” “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the happiness of your marriage?” “Tempting but I don’t get out of bed for less than half a million dollars.” “I realise you witnessed the Mrs. and I working through a few domestic issues.” “That’s regrettable but don’t take that to be a sign of weakness, that would be a mistake on your part.” “Maybe it’s not such a good idea to undermine me in front of the hostage - sends a mixed message.” “Mistake on your part.” “Baby, you couldn’t find the button with both hands and a map.”
Send me a '✉' for five times my muse didn't text yours, and one time they did.
send a ‘✖‘ along with why you’re hesitant to roleplay/talk to me.
either on anon or not.
With an audible gasp, not unlike that of one emerging from under water, Rebekah was pulled from her nightmare. A sheen of cold sweat clung to her body; she felt almost feverish. Disorientated, she stared, unseeingly, at the room around her. Although awake, the remnants of her dream had not yet dissolved. She could still hear her father’s voice. Too loud, too harsh, as he bellowed her name, white oak stake in hand. Her father had turned into Niklaus, looking down upon her with condemnation as he plunged the silver dagger into her heart. Rebekah shook her head, trying to shake the images away.
“I–where am I?”
“I, uh.. I heard you screaming and make noises from outside. You were roaming the streets still obviously asleep. I didn’t want you falling into a ditch or anything so I bought you up here... This is where I live. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have. You can leave if you want, go home...”
“ Yes I did , but you still did not answer me, going with a question on a question , it feels as if we play a game of some sorts”.
“Well did you ever think that maybe I don’t want to answer your question?”
Malia raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you have a whole coven behind you?” She asks, pushing the door closed. “I know its asking a lot.” And she hates doing that. “But, do you really wanna die in here?”
“You don’t get it, I can’t... I can’t ask my coven for help. Not right now..” With everything going on with Kai, everyone was too preoccupied to worry about Liv.
