𝗶'𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 !

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hi  everyone  !  i'm  going  to  be  changing  blogs  in  a  few  days.  if  we're  writing  together,  or  you'd  like  to  please  give  this  a  ♡  and  i'll  dm  you  my  new  url.  i  will  also  be  posting  whatever  replies  i've  completed  in  my  drafts.  if  anyone  would  like  to  carry  those  over  to  my  new  blog,  let  me  know!

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♡  i  am  now  here  ♡

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actup​.

being  in  this  close  of  proximity  to  her  ,  he  couldn’t  ward  off  the  nostalgia  that  crept  into  his  thoughts  .  memories  of  them  coming  here  together  ,  sharing  genuine  laughs  with  their  associates  ,  and  those  hushed  ,  carnal  promises  about  what  he’d  do  when  he  got  her  home  .  even  with  the  two  of  them  being  at  odds  in  this  current  moment  ,  he  pictured  how  he’d  rip  that  dress  off  her  ,  if  given  the  chance  .  “  beautiful  name  ,  beautiful  woman  ,  ”  he  drawled  ,  smug  expression  accented  by  a  strained  grin  .  he  didn’t  like  sending  jabs  to  mabel  ,  but  he  disliked  her  indifference  far  more  .  stubborn  in  a  boyish  nature  ,  if  she  wasn’t  going  to  crumble  ,  neither  was  he  .  he  tried  to  convince  himself  that  he  wouldn’t  care  if  she  was  attached  to  someone  else  tonight  .  tried  and  failed  .  there’s  few  things  gareth  can  hide  .  his  jealous  demeanor  ?  well  ,  that  topped  the  list  .  his  gaze  darkens  at  her  cold  retort  ,  and  veronica  stepping  away  to  refill  her  glass  opened  the  door  for  an  opportunity  .  he  bridged  the  gap  between  them  ,  and  bent  down  to  her  ear  to  murmur  ,  “  try  me  if  you  want  to  ,  mabel  .  i’m  not  above  knocking  anyone  on  their  ass  if  they  even  so  much  as  look  at  you  twice  .  ”  hypocritical  ?  of  course  .  he  knew  he  was  wrong  …  but  biting  his  tongue  has  never  been  a  strong  suit  .  “  ‘cause  at  the  end  of  the  day  ,  you’re  still  my  wife  .  ”

slow  huff  rolls  past  her  lips.  it  is  meant  to  emphasize  the  calm  collectiveness  with  which  she  chooses  to  approach  her  opposite.  it  appears  that  it  doubles  as  a  subconscious  response  to  the  growing  tension  that  rises  with  each  passing  second.  mabel  doesn’t  even  have  an  intended  victim  in  mind,  but  she’s  learned  to  figuratively  roll  with  the  punches  when  it  comes  to  her  ex  -  husband.  perhaps  it  is  this  precise  knowledge  that  now  darkens  his  demeanor.  the  young  woman  next  to  him  would  find  it  nearly  unnoticeable  that  he  has  grown  more  than  displeased  with  her  —  that  it  is  now  his  former  spouse  who  commands  his  attention.  “  right.  ”  gaze  continues  to  casually  flitter  between  the  unlikely  pair  that  stands  before  her.  there  is  a  moment  where  she  averts  her  gaze  completely  as  though  she  has  become  absolutely  withdrawn  from  the  conversation.  it  wouldn’t  be  a  complete  lie  to  suggest  that  she  has.  nothing  will  ever  change  between  them.  she’s  come  to  learn  this  now.  lips  part  as  the  young  woman  awkwardly  excuses  herself.  “  poor  girl.  does  she  know  that  she’s  —  ”  words  come  to  a  slow  halt  when  his  larger  frame  nears  hers.  head  is  canted  as  she  listens  to  the  words,  jealousy  becoming  unmasked  in  a  matter  of  some  short  minutes.  “  easy  on  the  machismo,  gareth.  it  isn’t  a  good  look.  ”  arms  rise,  suddenly  crossed  in  front  of  her  chest  in  a  defensive  stance.  “  i  was  your  wife,  ”  she  corrects.  pained  expression  colors  her  features  but  is  quickly  corrected  by  the  clearing  of  her  throat.  "  who  i  choose  to  fuck  is  none  of  your  business.  "

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lovcfools​.

cristobal’s   no  shocks her a bit, she wasn’t expecting his brutal honesty especially after her own response. she thought maybe he’d give her some vague answer, nothing definitive. it hurts her to hear it — they’d parted under the premise of self-discovery and the hope of healing from addiction and had both come up short.     romina’s features soften even more, her jaw relaxing as she turns herself fully toward him.  “ isn’t this what you wanted? ” this question is gentle and curious. she comes a few steps closer to him, pulling away from the door until she can rest the tips of her fingers on the edge of the wood of his desk.   “ what changed? i thought this was everything to you. ”  maybe, she’s wrong. maybe, cristobal’s priorities had changed since the last time they stood this close to each other.    her eyes break their stare, falling to where her hands sit. rome wants to touch him, rome wants to comfort him and run her fingers through his hair like she always did when he looked this tense. this dissatisfied.  she wants to push further, especially if she’s caught him in a moment of pure honesty. she was so used to the man hiding from her, pushing her away and holding his emotions hostage.  there’s a tightening in her chest when she thinks about him being alone and upset. a short prayer comes through her head — my god, please, let him be strong. let him be strong. he’s come so far from where he was.    it had always been in her nature to worry about the people she loved the most. cristobal had never been an exception. every sunday in the cathedral with her mother, rosaries wrapped around her hand while she begged the virgin mary to take care of him. so much time had past, so much time without one another, so much time pretending she didn’t think about that man. all of it was full of prayers for him.    “ what made you happiest, if not this? ”  there’s no ulterior motive to this question, there’s no  tell me what we both know   because in her mind, it’d never been her.  romina is sure that cristobal had never loved her, romina is sure that she was just a phase or anything that could explain his lack of response and his lack of passion.   

it  was  something  that  wasn’t  optional.  he  felt  like  she  was  a  part  of  his  old  self.  this  person  who  had  fallen  down  a  rabbit  hole  of  alcohol  and  conspiracy  theories  while  attempting  to  solve  a  mystery  that  had  taken  over  him.  even  now,  he  can’t  seem  to  shake  the  look  of  disappointment  when  they  had  discovered  the  body  of  an  eight  year  old  girl,  washed  up  on  the  riverbanks.  he  can’t  shake  the  pang  in  his  chest  when  he  hadn’t  anticipated  for  all  of  it  to  occur  during  the  awkward  transition  they’d  been  going  through.  the  almost  -  lovers.  the  pair  who’d,  after  what  felt  like  a  life  -  time’s  worth  of  familiarity,  were  finally  falling  into  something  more.  “  it  should  be  everything.  i  just  ...  ”  he  could  take  away  the  drink,  the  physical  intoxication,  but  he  can’t  ever  do  away  with  the  trauma.  “  this  job  is  all  i  have.  ”  and  it’s  this  dedication  that  got  him  promoted  to  sheriff.  his  aptitude  to  set  aside  his  own  personal  mishap  for  the  sake  of  helping  others.  but  he’s  just  said  it  himself.  this  job,  the  endless  case  files  and  crime  scenes  are  all  he  ever  has.  cristobal  can’t  help  but  wonder  who  and  what  he  is  if  not  for  all  of  the  matters  he  invests  himself  in.  “  but  it  isn’t  everything.  ”  and  he’s  heard  it  time  and  time  again.  people  can’t  have  all  that  they  want.  but  what  if  he  did  have  it  at  one  point?  what  if  he  had  lazy  sundays  in  bed?  what  if  he  knew  what  it  felt  like  to  hold  everything  in  his  hands  only  to  willingly  relinquish  it?  gaze  is  withdrawn  as  he  thinks  of  these  things.  it  isn’t  healthy  to  wonder  ‘  what  if.  ’  those  such  thoughts  are  exactly  what  lured  him  towards  a  bottle  in  the  first  place.  cristobal  clears  his  throat  when  she  asks  the  question,  gaze  finally  transfixed  upon  hers  for  a  second,  two,  before  flittering  away  once  again.  he  wants  to  tell  her  the  truth,  but  then  he  remembers  why  she’d  come  here.  it  wasn’t  to  check  up  on  him.  she  has  a  boyfriend  she  feels  she  needs  to  protect.  a  man  who  seems  pestered  by  traffic  stops  that  cristobal  has  nothing  to  do  with.  he  remembers  that  they  could  never  be  who  they  were  before.  she’s  changed  as  well.  “  nothing,  ”  he  mutters.    

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kneesbruised​.

          what   did   she   need   ?   she   supposed   that   was   the   million   dollar   question   .    she’d   never   taken   into   account   just   how   much   she   went   to   him   when   she   needed   something   .   this   time   ,   however   ,   elizabeth   wasn’t   the   one   who   was   in   need   of   help   ,   she’d   come   to   do   her   parents   bidding   .   gaze   remained   fixated   on   griffin   ,   she   wasn’t   trying   to   use   the   man   .    “   first   of   all   ,   i’m   not   using   you   ,   i   promise   .   second   of   all   ,   my   father   sent   me   .   he’s   in   need   of   a   convincing   lawyer   .   ”

“  no,  of  course  not.  ”  lips  curve  upward  as  fingers  fiddle  with  the  ballpoint  pen  clasped  between  them.  “  but  someone  is.  ”  words  don’t  need  explaining  as  she  stands  before  him,  seeking  him  out  as  she  always  does.  “  daddy  sends  in  his  prettiest  possession  knowing  he’s  fucked  up  big  time.  ”  griffin  reclines  some  in  his  chair,  pondering  a  moment.  he  could  be  like  every  other  simpleton  in  town  and  resort  for  the  easiest  option,  but  it’s  never  been  his  way.  he  enjoys  twisting  the  arms  of  those  who  need  him.  “  who  am  i  bargaining  with,  sweetheart?  you  or  him?  ”  sigh  falls  past  his  lips.  griffin  doesn’t  want  to  get  on  anyone’s  bad  side,  but  he’ll  make  the  push  and  pull  worth  his  while.  “  if  he  wants  my  help,  he  should  have  shown  up  himself.  who’s  to  say  i  won’t  make  it  extra  difficult  on  you  now?  ”

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kneesbruised​.

          he’d   met   countless   people   over   the   course   of   his   life   ,   but   none   were   quite   like   phoebe   .   she   was   cold   ,   uncaring   and   held   a   lot   of   resentment   from   what   he   could   tell   ,   and   jackson   wanted   to   learn   why   that   was   the   case   .    “   you   know   ,   it   wouldn’t   kill   you   to   show   this   little   thing   called   compassion   ,   phoebe   .   perhaps   if   you   spent   less   time   being   bitter   ,   you’d   actually   be   able   to   heal   from   whatever   trauma   you   went   through   that   made   you   the   way   you   are   today   .   ”    he   shook   his   head   slightly   ,   emitting   a   frustrated   sigh   .

“  perhaps,  ”  she  repeats,  tone  raising  an  octave  in  an  attempt  to  mock  him.  “  you  shouldn’t  act  like  you  know  everything  about  me.  ”  he  knows  something.  bits  and  pieces  that  he  has  managed  to  pick  up  on  just  by  watching  her.  phoebe’s  dominant  hand  is  her  left,  her  favorite  color  isn’t  pink,  and  the  single  mention  of  her  twin  sister  sends  her  on  a  rampage.  it  shouldn’t  be  left  without  mentioning  that  someone  like  jackson  around  proves  dangerous  to  phoebe’s  cause.  he  simply  knows  too  much.  it  would  be  foolish  not  to  toss  him  from  her  life  as  she  has  many  others  but  she  has  a  soft  spot  for  him  that  cannot  be  explained.  “  god,  you’re  dramatic.  ”  eyes  roll  back  for  effect  as  she  settles  back  on  the  surface  of  his  couch.  “  i’m  not  a  fucking  disney  villain.  ”

[rpstartersinc]

send me   ‘ mistletoe ’   for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse.   specify whether it’s accidental or on purpose.

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might fuck around and change blogs 

[team-bravo]

It’s not often we have to have a conversation like this, thank God, not like this anyway.

[maurawrites]

what i really want is a plot based on two celebrities who have a drunken one night stand.  but, surprise! baby time.  i want it to be a real long slow burn, so much so that for the pregnancy and even maybe awhile after the birth, they’re still not together.  maybe they even get significant others during the time (maybe they slept together while on ‘breaks’ with these significant others). i want them learning how to be a family (and also learning each other), i want them insisting they aren’t a couple, all the while acting exactly like one, and making excuses to do so (maybe we should co-habitate? makes so much more sense than running back and forth, you know?).  I want them on the cover of magazines, touting them as a new sort of ‘modern family’, i want interviews where one is gushing about just how amazing the other is as a parent, and interviewers giving them the side eye (are you sure you two aren’t together? they joke).  Anyways, yeah, give me a slow burn, celebrity pregnancy plot, thanks.

[dailymadchenamick]

ANGIE SPIVEY ◦ My Own Worst Enemy 1x02: The Hummingbird

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Send your muse's reaction to my muse saying "make me".

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floralege​.

         “  come  on,  being  the  self - serving  asshole  must  get  tiring  at  some  point,  right  ?  ”  she  imagines  not,  actually,  but  nora’s  exhausted  by  the  revolving  door  of  smug  men  and  their  legion  of  secrecy.  seems  that  every  time  there’s  a  sketchy  case  that’s  quickly  shuffled  out  of  sight,  he’s  attached  to  it  …  then  again,  she  reasons,  so  is  she.  “  if  we’re  humoring  this  at  all,  you  better  put  out  that  cigarette.  ”

“  you’d  think,  but  ...  ”  nimble  fingers  casually  work  over  the  cigarette,  index  tapping  over  the  top  twice  as  it  hovers  over  the  ash  tray  sitting  carefully  on  his  desk.  “  afraid  not.  ”  griffin  often  spirals  in  circles,  so  caught  up  in  the  theatrics  that  he  tends  to  forget  just  what  a  dangerous  web  of  crime  and  lies  he’s  caught  himself  up  in.  and  she’s  there  too,  tangled  in  all  of  its  glory.  mouth  is  parted,  gaze  transfixed  upon  her  a  moment  or  two.  a  silent  challenge  takes  place  between  the  unruly  pair  before  griffin  presses  the  tip  of  his  cigarette  into  the  ceramic  to  light  it  out.  “  alright,  i’ll  bite.  ”  lips  purse  in  amusement,  shoulders  moving  forward  as  he  readjusts  in  his  chair.  “  what’s  it  this  time?  salvatore  not  satisfied  with  his  community  service  deal?  ”

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floralege​.

           “  how  else  would  i  get  you  to  like  me  ?  ”  esme  remains  utterly  collected  as  she  shifts  closer  to  dalia,  though  she  humors  the  idea  that  maybe  the  beautiful  songstress  isn’t  overreacting  —–   maybe  esme  shouldn’t  have  broken  the  fingers  of  a  patron  that  dared  to  get  too  close,  but  nobody  is  allowed  to  hurt  dalia.  or  look  at  her.  or,  apparently,  exist  too  near.  “  i’m  just  trying  to  protect  you,  there’s  no  need  to  be  scared  of  me.  ”  the  pistol  strapped  to  her  thigh  might  suggest  differently,  but  she  reasons  that  the  other  female  might  need  baby  steps  into  this.

“  i  don’t  know.  maybe  ...  don’t  do  this?  ”  time  with  esme  is  nothing  short  of  bewildering.  it  has  become  increasingly  difficult  to  distinguish  whether  feelings  spring  of  genuine  interest  or  blatant  fear  in  the  woman.  “  assaulting  a  man  because  he  offered  to  buy  me  a  drink  is  hardly  protecting.  ”  huff  of  frustration  rolls  past  parted  lips,  gaze  averted  a  moment.  “  you  know,  the  more  you  say  i  shouldn’t  feel  scared  ...  ”  the  more  she  does.  dalia  doesn’t  say  this,  however.  uttered  words  of  resistance  will  make  no  difference.  “  entertaining  those  men  is  what  helps  me  pay  the  rent  each  month  and  i  can’t  have  you  interfering  with  that.  ”  

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KATE HUDSON GIF PACK.

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arianagrande: ☁️📠 34+35 🔬🌫

[mistocho]

once i figure out how to hold a conversation, it’s friendship for you bitches