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cat + mikael, soft squad au *MWAH*

“I hate to be blunt, but that Easton guy sounds like a total douchecanoe,” he said to Catherine, eyes narrowing while he crosses one section of Regina’s hair over the other. “Never give dickheads like that the time of day. And never say dickhead.”Mikael had never been good with kids, always afraid of saying the wrong thing, of setting a bad example. With ten or so years between them, and the two girls barely breaching their teen years, even, he had never once considered the possibility of getting along with his girlfriend’s baby sisters. But as he sat with legs criss-crossed on the floor of Louis Daly’s guestroom to braid the middle daughter’s hair at her younger sister’s suggestion, it became harder to remember why he had any of those reservations in the first place. A soft, amused smile spread across Catherine’s face when she looked at him. “You’re doing it wrong.”Mikael raised an eyebrow. “What? Oh.” “It’s right over middle now,” she said.“Fuck.” Mikael released the section he’d been holding, letting the remaining locks of Regina’s hair fall to her back. “Hey, Regina, is it alright if I do it again?”“I don’t care,” Regina said.A small, fond laugh escaped his lips at the predictable response. With a smile forming as he grabbed a brush to start the french braid over, Mikael thought, perhaps, family wasn’t as ugly a word as he had once believed.

[castora-aguilar-blog]

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

Blondie 👼🐶🔪  - because Catherine is blonde and vaguely looks like a young Debbie Harry to Castora. The emoji’s speak for themselves and are how Castora views/feels about Catherine. 

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

A stray dog was wandering around Castora’s apartment complex one afternoon and both girls heard the barking and went downstairs. None of Castora’s neighbors knew the dog, and both were really tempted to keep the dog but came to the conclusion that it would be a bad time to get a pet, so they took it to the shelter. 

Castora snapped this pic when Catherine went down (huddled in Castora’s very fluffy yellow blanket) and started playing with the dog. She took it on her phone just when she sighed heavily and said “I don’t think we can keep keep her.”

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

Under Pressure by Queen & David Bowie, but only the first 30 seconds of the song/the part sampled for Ice Ice Baby in order to confuse people about which song it is. 

my muse’s last text to your muse

> don’t open the freezer. don’t ask why. 

> i can’t see you but i know you’re judging me. 

> but before you ask, what i have in the freezer is completely legal. ish. as legal as it can be. 

> if you’re going out remember to lock the door 

> if i’m not back by morning call rallis. he probably has a tracker on me or something

[castoraguilar-blog]

ira furor brevis est

date: january 9th, 2017 time: 3:34pm location: the colosseum @catherinedaly​

The heavy sun did nothing to wilt Castora’s smile as she peered out at the dusty floor of the stadium, the only indication of the afternoon’s excitement soft hoof marks in the tracks that would soon be thundering with beasts and cheers from the audience alike. As someone who reveled in excitement and who loved the thrill of winning, Castora found the Palio electrifying. There was something about the buzz in the air as money exchanged hands and bolstered egos warred with each other that sent a jolt of energy through Castora’s veins. The frenzy of the crowd was palpable and contagious; she’d seen the horses and riders on their parade about an hour ago as she sat in the stands and was confident the Montague horse would take the race--so confident that she’d braved the crowd to place her sole bets on the black stallion. Though it wasn’t until afterwards did Castora realized she’d lost her previous companions. 

The race would not start for some time yet--and would only last upwards of a minute--but the invigorated crowd, filled with sudden shouts and boisterous laughter provided the most anticipatory atmosphere to await the main event. Castora weaved her way down the stands, a bubbly cocktail in her hand, as she tried to remember where she’d set down her hat, sorely regretting leaving it, and her friends, behind to beat the rushing crowd. 

The stands were too full of people to allow her to weave seamlessly through it, and Castora found herself taking a detour along a row of mostly empty seats. As she merged into the crowd climbing down the next set of steps though, she felt a sudden push at her back, and Castora stumbled onto someone’s foot. She felt the bump beneath her low-slung heels, and hastily swerved out of the way as the group behind her descended, which conveniently prevented her from getting a good look at the woman she’d accidentally trodden on. Castora called over their bobbing heads, “Sorry about that, it’s absolutely mad here. Did I spill anything on you?” When the group descending the steps finally revealed the woman though, Castora realized she’d spoken too soon.

[ofcastora]

I DREAMED THAT LOVE WOULD NEVER DIE I DREAMED THAT GOD WOULD BE FORGIVING

DIVERONA + BROADWAY @catherinedaly

[ofcastora]

ONCE UPON A DIVERONA… (15/∞)

introducing catherine daly as little red riding hood

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[graceydaly]

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♥ ⊗ ؟

Send me a ♥ for one thing my muse likes about yours.

something he won’t admit is that he’ll always admire how, again and again, she’ll choose kindness. how, again and again, she’ll choose ideals and morals. it’s not childish, as most people would think, but brave. maybe a little stupid, but brave.

Send me a ⊗ for one thing my muse dislikes about yours.

that being said, he firmly believes it’s much easier to be a good person if you grew up loved, and sometimes interprets her nerve to be kind in a cruel world as self-righteousness. love is privilege, and that self-righteousness can be frustrating to the people who’d grown up without.

Send me a ؟ for a random thought my muse has about yours.

Get out before they eat you alive.

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slurred words :-) (did i do this before um sorry if so luv u)

Mikael narrowed his eyes, face scunched up in contempt. There was much to be said about Catherine Daly and her overbearing sense of self-righteousness, but he’d been too deep in his stupor to gather the right words. “I’m on – this is a rough estimate – my thirty seventh drink, and yet I still can’t seem to reach that child’s level of delusion.”