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Kenny | 21 | GMT Multiverse & Multimuse “You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.”

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Nose buried in a book that she’d left there months earlier, Sadie wished the same wish that she always did on both the starry nights when they were easy to spot to the ones there they couldn’t be seen through the lights of the city – to escape it all. Her life, the city, all of it. The only bright spot was her best friend, someone she’d come to rely on more than she realized when the hours that Kara worked at the diner were the worst of her day. As if coming back from community college wasn’t enough of a stressful day, then it was dealing with her foster home ( hopefully the last one ) who only saw her as another paycheck and mouth to have to feed. Not that they did. Often enough, she skated by with what she could scrape together from her part time job that took up the rest of her time.

It wasn’t a life, but it was enough of one for her to keep wishing and wait for the day when she could escape it all for ANYTHING better than the life that she’d been dealt. Their hideaway felt more like a home than any others that she’d been bounced in and out of, each one worse than the one before it, until they started to blur together and she blocked them out to the point where names didn’t even stick. Not hers anyways. How often was she called Jane or Sophia? Were they foster kids before her or did she look like a Sophia rather than a Sadie? That was too deep of a thought process for that time of night, distracting herself instead with a book than the dramatic retelling of her sad, sob story that would be Lifetime gold. 

A small smile touched her lips at the irresistible sound of her best friend’s voice, bounding up the stairs before the rest of her made it and filled up the space that’d been left in wait for her appearance of the night. “Where else would I be?” Good question. Most days only felt like running on autopilot, except when they were together, as she rest the open book on her chest and watched her friend, the smile still there but wrought with sadness and curiosity. “Tonight. Tomorrow. This weekend. Pick a day and we’ll go.” She’d said the words before, always meant them, but was tactful enough to brush them off as a joke meant to keep them going until that day finally arrived.

“Good point.” Kara mumbled against her knees. She was tired. Exhausted with the way her life seemed to be rolling out of her control, never giving her time to think or try and salvage it. Days like the one Kara had been having left the girl wishing for the world to swallow her whole. She couldn’t see an escape from it. All she saw was Sadie as a light at the end of a hard day. Somehow Sadie always managed to put a smile on Kara’s face even when she felt like she was drowning in her own head. Sadie was her rock, her lighthouse, and most importantly, her best friend. 

As Sadie replied to Kara’s dramatics, cogs began to turn in her head, even though the brunette had heard the words a million times before. It was the answer Sadie always gave, and before it the effect of injecting ice cold water into Kara’s system. Usually the thought of leaving  — actually packing her things and going  — terrified her. Excuses always popped up in her mind saying she couldn’t possibly leave her dad, even if he was the one ruining her life. The man controlled her as he had for eighteen years, and that was why Kara always laughed and shuck her head at Sadie, always thinking it was impossible. Girls like them couldn’t just up and leave their lives. It was impossible. But this time was different. Kara wasn’t scared anymore, she was done. Done of waiting on her tables, waiting on her father, waiting for something good to happen to her. It was time she acted for herself instead of hoping that fate to take control. After all, it had dealt her a crappy hand in life so far. 

So she looked at Sadie, really looked at her best friend. She was finally ready to take that leap with her. “Tomorrow.” She stated, simply, finally lifting her head from her knees and looking at Sadie. There was no hesitation in her voice, her eyes strong and optimistic for the first time in a long time. It wasn’t like her to follow a plan that was barely formed, but she needed out. And she needed Sadie by her side to get there. “We’ve gotta go… be gone by dawn. Just up and leave and be... free.” She said wistfully, heart pounding in her chest. For the first time Kara had a strong surge of hope - and a little excitement too - in her chest. “We’ve just gotta leave.”

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Mother’s home. That was the reality that Celia had to face now. It was not a much better one, no. Her mother was unkind, unloving. But, something about the look on all the faces of those who said they were rescuing her told Celia that it was a better one. She didn’t agree, but there was no energy within her to fight. The last day was weighing on her shoulders. The man didn’t seem to understand this, though; he stood where he stood and spoke. Celia needn’t look at him to know he meant business, though. So, with much hesitation and the fatigue of the last six years plastered on her features, she nodded. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll try. I’ll… try.”

Franky clenched his jaw before trying to relax for the young woman before him. Honestly, he didn’t know for certain what had come over him. Maybe he was stuck in the past as his younger self when he looked at her, or maybe her doe eyes hurt his heart. Celia should not have had to suffer what she had been through, and yet she didn’t see it as suffering. To Celia, it was her life, but to the outsiders looking in, it was wrong. Anthony had taken her from her mother’s home and held her captive for years. They had no idea what had happened to her. It was probable that they never would know the whole truth. Perhaps that knowledge was why he felt like a fish out of water. But Celia had been through too much to have to deal with the internal crisis he was facing as well as everything else she had been handed in life. 

So instead he rolled his shoulders, relaxed his face into a look of concern and moved forward so there wasn’t a million miles between them but a few feet. He was there to make this transition between her kidnapping home and her mother’s home as smooth as possible. “I just had a few questions about what’s happened in the past six years since your mother heard from you. If there’s anything you can’t answer, we can revisit them at another time. Take as long as you need to answer.” He started, trying to fill his voice with warmth and compassion. Franky was there to help Celia above all. For that he would push aside his younger self to do what he did best - his job. “When you were staying with Anthony, was there anyone else he introduced you to? Did you spend your time with anyone else but Anthony?”

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GHOST OF GIRLFRIENDS PAST | HANNAH & DENNY  — @girlunsaved

Denny never liked sticking his nose in places where it didn’t belong, but that was part of his job description. He had to keep an eye on the children. He had to make sure nothing was happening to them that shouldn’t be. So as soon as Theo Thomas began acting out, Denny decided to keep a special eye on the young man. By the time his grades started slowly slipping, Denny tried to talk to the boy, only to be met with hostility and one worded answers. There was nothing more he could do with the boy if he didn’t want to speak to Denny, and so he wrote a letter home, asking to meet with Theo’s parents.

Meetings with parents either went one of two ways, Denny had found. They either ended with positive results or in parents calling for his head on a stick for even thinking to voice his concern about their child. But he had a duty of care to his students and would suffer through a million of those meetings if he had to. If he could help one child, it was worth it to him. 

Classes had finished for the day and Denny stayed sat in his officer instead of returning to the staff room. He was due to meet Mr & Mrs Thomas any minute now and didn’t see the need to walk from one side of the school building to the other, only to walk back again. Deciding instead to pull out some of the previous work Theo had done, he was in his own little bubble when he heard the knock on his classroom door. Straightening up, he ran his hand down his tie to prepare himself for the meeting. “Come in.”

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Life was like this: you had the love of your life, and then you lost her. She was there, and then she was gone. All anyone could do was live with it. All anyone could do was look at the empty space that the love of their love occupied. All anyone could do was watch as the moments and memories of life took up the space left behind, and thus start forgetting what it felt like to be in love and to be loved. Valerie Thompson knew this. She knew this with her whole heart because she’d lived it. The love of her life was within grasp’s reach, but she’d waited too long.

Leah Henry was gone now.

It was nobody’s fault but Valerie’s, really. When Leah had told her the beginnings of her relationship with Valerie’s brother, Valerie should’ve said something. She should’ve screamed of her love and of all the places her love could take them. But, instead, she’d seen the happiness in Leah’s eyes. She’d gone to her brother, and she saw the same happiness in his. She saw, and she thus stayed silent. Who was she to say no to this happiness? Who was she to break them apart? So what if her happiness was on the line? Valerie had been at fault, then — and she was at fault now.

To blame the kiss on alcohol or on the weather or on the sea would be the irresponsible thing to do. It was all these things that had contributed to the atmosphere, but it had been Valerie’s lips. It had been her initiative. It had been her desire that led them here. She had told herself she wouldn’t be the one to take away the happiness from Leah’s heart, or the joy in her brother’s eyes. But Valerie had watched all these things disappear before their holiday at the beach had ended. She saw the last few days of their holiday lose its meaning.

What else was there for her to do, then, other than remove herself from the situation?

It was thus a surprise to find Leah by her desk after the last few weeks of radio silence. For a moment, Valerie could only blink at her best friend. If best friend was still the right term to call Leah, then it sure didn’t feel right at the moment. Valerie felt like a stranger to her as she stood. She felt unknown, unknowable. Still—- “Hey,” she replied. Her voice was quiet. Distant. “Yeah, you could say that.” Valerie pressed the books she was holding to her chest, almost as a sort of defense.

For a moment, Valerie wanted things to go back to normal. She just wanted to forget. It wouldn’t be hard to pretend that nothing happened. All she had to do was smile and change the topic. But looking at Leah let her know that things would not be that easy. That nothing could change what happened. That pretending would not ease her brother’s anger. So, instead, Valerie allowed the awkward air to linger between them. She averted her gaze from Leah — until Leah asked to sit.

Valerie’s sole response was to stare at her. At first. After a beat, she caught herself. “Uh”—she looked at the seat—”I… actually have to, um, be somewhere.” Not true. Not really. “Maybe later? Or… outside?” Valerie’s gaze roamed the room, and finally landed on Leah’s. “Not here.”

Leah hadn’t felt this unsure in a long time. For so long she had been stable on her feet, knowing what she wanted and how to get it. Once upon a time, she had the support system around her that made her believe anything was possible. On one side was her gorgeous best friend who constantly kept her pushing forward, striving for better things, and on the other side was her handsome boyfriend who showed her parts of the world she could only have dreamed. Leah had been accepted into the Thompson household with no questions asked and she had never been happier, but a lot had changed since then. A lot had changed since summer.

One kiss had been all it took to destroy the perfect life Leah thought she had been living. One kiss and her world had been flipped on its side. The worst part about it  — apart from breaking up her family  —  was that Leah didn’t know how she felt about the kiss. Instead she had placed the confusion in a box to reassess at another time. She just hadn’t had time to think about it yet, or that was the excuse she told herself. Honestly, she was too scared to open the box. Things were already complicated enough, Leah didn’t want to add to that.

So she’d never looked into the matter after their summer had ended and instead stayed by Zach’s angry side. Leah had wanted to reach out to Valerie, but she hadn’t know how. Zach would have lost it, and Leah wasn’t sure what to say anyway. She still wasn’t sure what to say even with Valerie in front of her. There was a sinking feeling in her stomach, but she had to push forward. She didn’t want to loose Valerie. She had missed her too much to loose forever.

A nervous nod was Leah’s only response for a moment. She wasn’t sure if it was an excuse on Valerie’s behalf, but Leah had to admit to herself that she didn’t want to talk about everything in front of the other teachers. Teachers were notorious gossips. Within twenty-four hours things were spread around the school, and this was something Leah didn’t want anyone to know. It was none of their business. 

“I’ll walk you to your room?” Leah asked, even though she said it like a statement. For the other faculty, the words were an act. An act like nothing was out of the ordinary. That was the only way to stop the rumours from ever being created. She hoped Valerie would see it that way, as there was still uncertainty in Leah’s eyes. She was giving off an air of awkwardness, even though she was trying to portray strength and ease. 

Biting her lips, Leah shook out her hair in hopes of shaking off the timidness in her voice. “I heard they got new interactive boards over the summer. We can give one a whirl, have a bit of a catch up.”

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THE LAST STRAW / KARA & SADIE   — @sofiuhcarson

Kara’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day ended with her dad passed out on the sofa before nine o’clock. It was the way their days always ran. Ever since graduating high school, Kara had taken up more shifts at the diner. If rude customers and a sleazy boss wasn’t enough to dampen her spirits, coming home in the afternoon to an angry, wasted father was the icing on the cake. He had yelled and screamed and thrown things and finally Kara had had enough. That was why she stormed across the hall to Sadie’s, not evening thinking that she might not be there. She needed her best friend. She needed her best friend to help rid her of all her problems. Upon furiously banging on the door, Sadie’s foster mother informed Kara that Sadie wasn’t there that evening and Kara skipped away without even saying goodbye. If Sadie wasn’t home, there was only one place she would be. 

Running up the stairs to the top, abandoned floor of the apartment block, Kara saw the tent they had placed up there years ago first. Really, Kara should have known to go looking in their hideaway than anywhere else. “Sadie!” Kara cried, uncaring as to who could hear her. “Sadie Carmichael your ass better be up here!” Throwing herself onto the cushions the pair had collected over the years, Kara hugged her legs to her chest, resting her forehead on her knees. “When are we ever going to be able to escape this hellhole?”

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AND I’M HOOOMMMEEEE! Though I am so tired I doubt I’ll get all my replies done too soon. That being said here is the list of what I’ve got to do:

Anya to Carson ( @avalxns )

Calvin to Indy ( @caerulevs )

Kara to Sadie ( @sofiuhcarson )

Leon to Aurora ( @caerulevs )

Mallory to Ida ( @requicms )

Marnie to Genie ( @gcnebysunrise )

Natalie to Julia ( @midnighthcursarchive / @midnighthcurs )

Odette to Aubree ( @peysidiots / @hayleykiyokcs )

Olivia to Sadie ( @gaygalaxiies )

[ksica]

I dreamt that I was at my old elementary school. And we were eating lunch outside, me and Caroline, who was my girlfriend in fourth grade and then you were walking past and I was like “Wow, damn”! And then I walked up to you and I was like “Hey, do you wanna date me?” in front of Caroline.

[gwen-parkers-deactivated2019052]

So apparently I have some tattoos. Who the hell knew?

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[boyiega]

☼summertime plots for all ur shipping needs☼

❁ muse a’s puppy has a major problem with behaving while on a leash. while out on a walk, the dog takes off after a squirrel or something. enter muse b, who manages to intercept the beast and now the dog likes them better.

❁ muse a is the rich trust fund kid who’s golfing with daddy and his associates one afternoon and muse b is the idiot at the driving range trying to learn how to golf because they bet their friend they could beat them at any sport. turns out muse b sucks more at golf than they thought because they just nailed muse a in the leg with one of their terrible hits

❁ muse a is on a rollercoaster with some friends and loses their hat on a loop-de-loop. muse b happens to be the really cute stranger at the end of the ride looking for this hat’s owner.

❁ muse a and muse b went to the same high school. they never talked much because they were on opposite ends of the social spectrum - muse a was the popular athlete while muse b was the smart one who preferred to keep to their friend group. after their first year at college, muse b is talked into going to this huge summer bash and ends up talking to muse a and wow, it turns out they have a lot more in common than they thought

❁ muse a and muse b are stuck dead in holiday traffic and the highway isn’t supposed to start moving for another three hours and hey, you’re pretty cute

❁ muse a is a waitress and muse b is the cute customer grabbing lunch with some friends. $5 is at stake when a coworker bets muse a they won’t leave their number on muse b’s check. muse a is definitely not going to lose an easy 5 bucks.

❁ muse a is stuck at grandma’s beach house for the summer and doesn’t know anyone in town. when grandma leaves to run errands for a couple hours, muse a opts to stay home & go tanning. the only problem is, grandma didn’t tell them about muse b, who stops by a few times a week to help her out around the house. optional: when muse a gets the shit scared out of them by b, they could accidentally knock out b and have to deal with that mess

[flawlessbeautyqueens]

For the last couple of months, I’ve been [filming] in New York City. It’s easy to get caught up in the hustle and bustle and adrenaline here, especially after some very emotional days with a big team of people. I have to take a hot shower at the end of the day just to relax and feel subdued. Some people may perceive calmness as weakness, when it absolutely is not that at all. You have to choose to be calm in this chaotic world—without getting walked all over—and that requires you to have a backbone.

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[lucifer-chloe]

[katiecassidys]

Hunter Parrish as “Clay Haas” in Quantico

[flawlessbeautyqueens]

I have been challenged with the fictional languages I have to learn. I wasn’t terrible at languages at school - I got an A in French, so I did well enough - but I didn’t enjoy them. I’m not even sure if that plays into how well you learn a fictional language!

[mrsavalance]

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