veronica: omg. is dark betty fronting?
betty: excuse me.
kevin: oh for sure
veronica: you smell like japanese cherry blossom instead of vanilla sugar cookie today

#iwtv#interview with the vampire#amc tvl#sam reid#jacob anderson




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veronica: omg. is dark betty fronting?
betty: excuse me.
kevin: oh for sure
veronica: you smell like japanese cherry blossom instead of vanilla sugar cookie today
@waittip
Happy Birthday, dear Mo!
I hope your day is as spectacular and lovely and wonderful as you are! Love you! 💝🌸🎁
Mo really wrote me a 30k fic. That's right I claimed it for me personally. Good night
SCREECHES FROM THEIR PERCH, CHAINED to a post which made it impossible to reach the human in front of them to deliver a powerful bite, their master doing well to keep them out of reach. The human was so small, even though they were smaller, but the other looked so weak even though Nzuri was malnourished.
“ She needs to be trained but she is a lovely creature. ” A hiss at the words from their owner before letting out another harsh screech. They would not let themselves be bought...
starter // @lnured
I did this outfit meme on the UaM discord a bit back.
I can stan a goth Tabby.
I find myself to be the normal one among the three of us. The dimmest star among the trio. Amberly is a sun, burning so fiercely so everyone can see. A star born of ambition and wonder; born of knowledge and learning and tenacity. Nothing is too much and everything is never enough. A girl with eyes of fire, ready to fight. Mo is the evening star, follow her and you can reach neverland. A glowing star, bright and blue, you’d think she doesn’t burn too hard but blue is the hottest flame. She holds worlds in the crook of her neck, gravity pulling at her head, she defies nature. A girl with the wisdom of galaxies, always growing. I am a moon, a cold rock hanging in space. Borrowing the light from the sun and the stars; a follower. Original but only just. A shell of a planet trying to find their light, trying to make their light, lucky to have a sun and the evening star as their guide. A girl with a soft glow learning to burn.
The Grey Girl