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if anybody missed it, this blog is not abandoned.  if you would like to follow the new blog,  click here.

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if anybody missed it, this blog is not abandoned.  if you would like to follow the new blog,  click here.

[tonguepullingsa]

if anybody missed it, this blog is not abandoned.  if you would like to follow the new blog,  click here.

[tonguepullingsa]

if anybody missed it, this blog is not abandoned.  if you would like to follow the new blog,  click here.

[tonguepullingsa]

if anybody missed it, this blog is not abandoned.  if you would like to follow the new blog,  click here.

[tonguepullingsa]

if anybody missed it, this blog is not abandoned.  if you would like to follow the new blog,  click here.

[tonguepullingsa]

if anybody missed it, this blog is not abandoned.  if you would like to follow the new blog,  click here.

[tonguepullingsa]

if anybody missed it, this blog is not abandoned.  if you would like to follow the new blog,  click here.

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             —————   TELL ME,    HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE WITH YOUR FISTS CURLED,   always seeking something to fight?      how does it feel to be so RABID,   so  v i c i o u s ,   so hellbent on making a RUIN out of yourself?      how does it feel to be the KNIFE between your own ribs ?     darling, you are THE WAR AND THE BATTLEFIELD and there is no victory or glory in bringing yourself to your knees.   they have SUNG of your rage,   SEE   :      and none of them have known that most of it is aimed at yourself.    it will always feel  H O L L O W ,    somewhere, somehow,     like you’re full of holes;       it will always feel like you’re inadequate.      you must learn to live with it,    one way or the other,    before you fill the grave you’ve dug.     (  you’re choking on the thoughts, half too cowardly and far too proud to end what you began;     but it’s so late, by god, too late – you’re halfway to hell, the flames licking the soles of your feet.   it’s fine, you think. you didn’t know what you wanted when you picked up the axe, anyway.  )      ©

[tonguepullingsa]

FLAMELICKED.    so after a lot of deliberating i’ve realised that it wasn’t my lack of muse or any feelings of ~inadequacy~ that kept me from writing cora but this blog.   for me,  it’s old, out of date and cluttered beyond belief. so over the weekend,   most likely,   i’m going to be revamping and moving onto a new blog for a fresh start.   everything will be the same,   same muse,  same mun,  same url but with a happier air and  ( hopefully )  better icons.

[tonguepullingsa]

do you ever look at your blog and think ‘am i even really trying with this’

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SPEED THEME BG GIVEAWAY.

prizes:

four people will get a personalized theme bg.

rules:

must be following me

must reblog this ( liking is a second entry but you can’t like & not reblog. )

must get 15 notes

ends in approx 1.5 hours B)

[tonguepullingsa]

#protectbabyjesustams2k16 #stopbullying #fucklink #kill ash #we’re all hollow inside

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[tonguepullingsa]

ok even though she has slight scarring that never really healed properly near her ankle, if she wasn’t a werewolf cora would have some pretty bad burns along her right ride, especially her legs and wrist, from the fire.

[tonguepullingsa]

RAISEDINWARS.

           feet are hovering HALF A FOOT above the floor as she notices cora,  a grin insinctivly spreads across pink lip gloss coated lips !  she looks cute today  (  cora looks cute every day.  in a vaguely grumpy cat way. ).  the blonde flies forward,   halting to a stop just behind the wolf,  arms wrapping around her neck before she plants a kiss on cora’s cheek.  SMUDGING pink onto her cheekbone that she quickly wipes off with her thumb.

                    ❝ ——-  hey !  ❞

@tonguepullings

it takes a lot to not melt into the other girls warm body,    to drown herself in the warmth of her.     a scowl instead occurs,  hands moving to move the other away    (  which she finds herself wishing they wouldn’t ).       she twists out of the other girls embrace,   lupine eyes trailing her body and stopping at the feet that are,   as usual,  above the ground by a few inches.       it’s a moot point but she rubs her fist against her cheekbone,    no lipstick residue appearing but the point clear as she scoffs.       ‘   hey cupcake,    who put extra pep’ in your cornflakes this morning.   ’   

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better ways to meet

tired of bumping into each other in the coffee shop? try these:

muse a tries to stand up for muse b in a bar but unfortunately cannot fight for shit. 

muse a is having plumbing troubles in their new house and muse b says they can fix it: except they can’t, they just wanted to spend more time with the cute neighbor. (bonus if muse a has to spend the night at muse b’s place because of it)

muse a works somewhere that’s open late and muse b comes in to take shelter from the storm. 

muse a is assigned to be muse b’s partner in an undercover assignment. 

muse a needs money and signs up to be in muse b’s clinical trials. (bonus if some kind of accident gives muse a superpowers and unwittingly makes muse b their accomplice in their goals)

muse b is a siren and muse a is one of the few people immune to their song, so after drowning the rest of the crew the two are stuck together. 

muse b accidentally creates muse a, the world’s very first AI. (Can work with or without a body for muse a, or muse b can struggle to build a body for muse a)

muse a and muse b as Olympic athletes forced to do PR together, photo shoots, interviews, cheese montages. 

muse b is an anent for a time travel protection agency and has been assigned to protect muse a after they have been targeted by another time traveler. 

muse b is in love with muse a, but muse doesn’t love them back. At some point the two have a one night stand and makes matters more complex (via rachel).