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HAHAHAHA REMEMBER ME?! Yeah it’s been literal years. Like actual years. If you wanna follow my new blog, go right ahead! If you get a follow from her, it me! Super rusty but we thriving! XOXO, Gossip Girl (aka Ryan)

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@fxlsebrother liked for a starter!

                 “No offense, honey, but you look like nothing but trouble. Are you?”

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☤ ((ohh who is the doctor here? Lol

Send me ☤ and my Muse will tend to a small injury that yours has

                                           “It’s not much but if you don’t clean it, it’s gunna get infected and then you’re gunna be sorry. So sit down. Now.” Ava insisted, her hands on her hips before one snaked out and gripped his fingers, bringing them up to examine the cut he had across his palm. After a minute, deciding that stitches weren’t necesary, she hurried to her bathroom before returning moments later with plenty of supplies to cure not only him but about thirty other men too. 

              Again, she grabbed his hand, sitting down as she did and immeidately beginning to clean it with a small, wet rag. “How the hell did you even get this anyway? Do I wanna know?”

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☤ [ yeah I'm sure this'll turn out well >> ]

Send me ☤ and my Muse will tend to a small injury that yours has

                                   “Will you stop fucking touching it, Tennie?! You’re gunna make it worse, darling!” The brunette exclaimed, running across her living room and into the kitchen to get the meat from the icebox. As she rustled around the refrigirator, the icy air cooling her finger tips, she grabbed a nicely packaged steak, the peroxide and the good ol’ vodka she knew would definitely help with the pain (no matter how minor it was). It wasn’t a horrible burn but it was enough to make Ava cringe and she quickly rushed back, immediately handing over the bottle of Vodka. 

                  “Now listen, I know you’re some BIG SCIENTIST and all but this is a curler burn on your neck. If we don’t fix you up, you’re gunna look like you have a perminent hickey on your neck and we don’t want that, do we? No. So, take a big swig of that and trust me, this is gunna hurt me alot more than it’s gunna hurt you.”

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"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."

                           “It’s really quite easy, darling! Why don’t you say it with me? Ready? ‘Scotch isn’t that good.’ Easy isn’t it? You wanna try by yourself?”

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Send me ☤ and my Muse will tend to a small injury that yours has

e.g.: papercut, mild burn, black eye, etc.

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“ I believe we didn’t had the chance to be presented. Gareth Mallory. Very happy to meet you. I Have to say you’re a woman full of talent, and I admire that. “

He was rare that Gareth give his true name at first, always on the defensive, old habits of his work. But this time, he thought that would be preferable. He didn’t had anybody in front of him, and he had to admit that he liked the actress.

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                          “Well, thank you, darling. That’s very sweet of you to say. I try my best being a good faker, I did get an Oscar for it so. . .” She muttered, trailing off slightly as she looked him over. A small smile crept over her lips after a few moments had passed, offering a hand to him as she did.

              “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Mallory. Since you seem to be so in awe of my LOVELY profession, tell me yours. What are you? A dentist? Accountant?”

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Deep Ass Starters.

Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!

"What's holding you back?"

"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."

"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"

"Let me in sometime!"

"It's not that easy, you know."

"Help me understand."

"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."

"Why are you always so cold?"

"Why are you always so happy?"

"Are you really happy now?"

"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"

"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"

"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"

"It's a problem, I get it."

"This is all kinds of messed up."

"That's not exactly a good coping method."

"So what happened, with your parents, really?"

"What was your childhood like?"

"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."

"You were bullied? What for?"

"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."

"You can't just run away all the time."

"You can't just hide all the time."

"Are you still thinking about them?"

"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."

"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"

"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"

"You never talk about it, why?"

"How come you're so different around them?"

"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."

"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."

"What was your ex like?"

"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."

"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"

"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"

"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."

"Are you scared of being hurt?"

"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"

"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"

"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."

"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"

"You use people to make yourself feel better."

"I'm scared of being used again..."

"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."

"How long has it been since you lost them?"

"You're too attached."

"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."

"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."

"Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"

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"What don't you understand? I. Don't. Want. To. Be. Here."

                            “Francis Albert, you have been talking about this goddamnparty for months now.” Ava muttered through grit teeth, putting on a fake smilefor the people around her while smoke churned out of her ears. This was all forhim. Did she want to be out in the middle of the desert at some Casino party inVegas? Hell no she didn’t! She would much rather be in L.A. where people werecivilized and she didn’t feel like she was in the Sahara and she had a feelingthat he knew that (she had tried to make it as clear as day by complaining asmuch as possible). She was here for Frank, not for her own benefit, and now hewas throwing a tantrum? No, no. She needed to put her foot down and stop thatshit storm before it spiraled.

             “Listen, we can leave in an hour, alright? We just walkedin, we’ve barely been here five fucking minutes. Look, Dean’s over by the tableover there and everyone’s having a grand ol’ time. Why the hell are you in sucha rush to leave when you’re the one that fucking dragged me here?!”

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darlingmarilyn:

    “Oh, beautiful indeed. It’s not really all that strange, though - at least to me. It’s just… what happens after you spend so much time playing a character, y'know? You start losing sense of your true self.” God knows she hasn’t felt like Norma Jeane in a long time.

                       “I guess you may have a point there, blondie. . .It’s a bit like that whole ‘Nature vs. Nurture’ thing, isn’t it? I mean, you can’t tell a soul or i’ll have to kill you but my real name isn’t Ava. Joan Crawford’s real name wasn’t Joan. After awhile of being so fucking famous, we get caught up in the persona, right? I mean no offense, darling, but you can’t be such a perfect blonde bimbo. There’s more to you, isn’t there? I bet you’ve won a fucking Pulitzer or something! You’re probably the next Einstein!” Ava was rambling because she was uncomfortable. The topic was all too close to home for her and when she became unsettled, it was like the flood gates had opened and she couldn’t stop spewing words words words.

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razensky:

“Excuse me, how rude of me to stare at the object of beauty. I am not in a museum, I forgot that some masterpieces have feelings of privacy.” Victor smiled, knowing that he had made a mistake, but his brain was in need to analyze someone, read a closed book from a distance. 

“Another please.” He gestured at the bartender with his empty glass, straightening up in his seat as he finally let his gaze wonder over the bottle shelves. Thanks to Anton, he managed to politely excuse himself, alas he knew that a next time would be less successful. 

                         “I hope you know, most of the time flattery will get you nowhere, mister!” Ava exclaimed, looking over at him briefly. He was well dressed, seemed normal enough. This would be a fun little interesting game.

           She downed the rest of her drink, the vodka burning her throat and making her face twist into something out of fairy tales before she composed herself and turned to look at him. “But this time, it might so i’ll let it slide. You’ve got my attention, darling. What are you going to do with it?”

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@sxlverscreen ❤️  for a thing

The worlds of fashion and cinema are close. Extremely close. Too close sometimes, according to Jim. Yet, it was during the galas that Jim was discovering new faces for his covers. Still, it was a difficult exercise for the fashion editor. Finding someone attractive is one thing, finding someone talented another… and finding both these qualities in the same human being, making them worthy of the Black Velvet cover, was almost impossible.

However, Jim had to find new cover faces… And that gala was a bore, really. – Hopefully, he noticed a well-known face. Someone he had used a while ago actually, but someone who was worthy of the front page, really. He approached Ava and offered a flute of champagne with a smile. And he didn’t care for the people around her.

“  It’s been a while, darling!  ”

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                           Yet another gala full of some more fake smiles and even more false earnesty. Ava resented these kind of things even if she played her part as “Party Queen” so fucking well. It took a record time of ten minutes before she was mobbed by both new and rising stars who had admired her and old, old directors looking for a tired face to use alike. These people with their boring, grey faces all looked alike and while she grinned lavishly and spoke with purpose, It wasn’t until she saw an old friend that her face really lit up. This was sincere this time too. 

           “Oh, thank GOD above! Honey, you have to get me out of here!” She exclaimed, clutching the flute and leaning in uncomfortably, practically pushing him backwards and away from the horde of grey faces. “If I have to talk about my diet regimen one more time, I might punch someone in their pretentious fucking face.”

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‘this is how you lose her’ sentence meme, part one

Junot Díaz is a Dominican American writer, creative writing professor at Massachusetts Institute of Technology, and fiction editor at Boston Review.  This sentence meme comes from his short story collection This Is How You Lose Her.  

Considering the collection, there’s a lot of references to infidelity and toxic relationships.  

Feel free to change things around to better suit your characters!!!

This Is How You Lose Her

I’m not a bad guy. I know how that sounds—defensive, unscrupulous—but it’s true. I’m like everybody else: weak, full of mistakes, but basically good.

You know how it is. A smelly bone like that, better off buried in the backyard of your life.

The thing is, that particular bit of stupidity had been over for months.

You have to listen to me, ____. Or you won’t understand.

So you won’t forget me. 

Why don’t you leave me alone?

It’s because I love you.

She’s sensitive, too. Takes to hurt the way water takes to paper.

You give this to her no matter what happens.

If this was another kind of story, I’d tell you about the sea. What it looks like after it’s been forced into the sky through a blowhole.

What can I tell you? I thought we were on a positive vibe.

What don’t you understand? I. Don’t. Want. To. Be. Here.

I just want some space to myself every now and then. Every time I’m with you I have this sense that you want something from me.

I just wish you’d say you love me.

Can you say you like me a lot?

Can you leave me alone? You’re such a pestilence.

Jealousy is the best way to jump-start a relationship.

They only hit you when they care.

The truth is there ain’t no relationship in the world that doesn’t hit turbulence. 

Our relationship wasn’t the sun, the moon, and the stars, but it wasn’t bullshit, either. 

Where are the stars?

We look good.

You’re a real bitch, you know that.

I didn’t want to come here. You made me.

If you didn’t want to come, why didn’t you have the fucking guts to say so?

This place is killing me.

And that’s when I know it’s over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it’s the end.

God, you don’t have to be a pussy about it.

This can work. All we have to do is try.

Nilda

I wanted to warn her, tell her he was a monster, but she was already headed for him at the speed of light.

In another universe I probably came out OK, but in this world I had a long dark patch of life like a mile of black ice waiting for me up ahead.

Remember the day we met?

Otravida, Otravez

Yes, but what if it had been me? What would you have done?

You have to learn to trust your men.

In those first days, I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.

She has a mouth like unswept glass—when you least expect it she cuts you.

How many get to this point? Only the ones who never swerve, who never make mistakes, who are never unlucky.

Please, please, my love, tell me what it is. How long did it take before I stopped mattering?

Why? Did you see anything wrong?

You must not think on these things. Keep them out of your mind. You do not want to go crazy from them.

Here there are calamities without end—but sometimes I can clearly see us in the future, and it is good.

I already told you it’s over. What else do you want?

You women never know how to leave things alone. You never know how to let go.

You are on your way to another life. You won’t have time to miss me.

Yes, I will. I’ll probably be over to visit you every day.

You won’t have the time.

I will if I make time. Are you trying to get rid of me?

I guess it’s true what they say: if you wait long enough everything changes.

This is what I know: people’s hopes go on forever.

I would never go back. Not for anything. Not for anyone.

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