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SEND “BEEP” FOR A RANDOM TEXT FROM MY MUSE.

I’ll randomly generate a number between 1-29 for one of the following:

A funny text

A sad text

A scared text

A late night text

An excited text

A taunting text

An angry text

A frustrated text

A concerned text

A loving text

A confession via text

An accidental text

A wrong number text

A text that wasn’t sent

A text for help

A helpful text

A comforting text

A drunk text

A bad idea text

A rude text

A long text

A one word text

A text asking for advice

A final text

A flirty text

A hyper text

A weird text

A sarcastic text

A heartbreaking text

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For the sake of character development, feel free to ask me anything you would like to know or are unsure of about my muse.

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         We need to be put in check. Whatever form that takes, I’m game.

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“In my own life, I have a deep connection with my family and the value of those bonds. I’ve always loved stories about people who put their families before themselves. It’s such a noble endeavor. You can’t choose your family, as opposed to friends. Especially in L.A. You really get to see how friendships are put to the test; it stirs everyone’s egos. But if something goes south with a friend, you have the option to say we’re not friends anymore. Your family—that’s your family. Trying to make that system work and trying to make it not just functional but actually enjoyable is a really challenging endeavor, and that’s certainly how it is with my family.“ - Chris Evans photographed by Mark Segal for Esquire Magazine’s April 2017 issue. 

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iskuplennyyesoldatzimy:

          “this place… it’s WRONG…” he doesn’t even know WHY he said it, but it feels wrong. like it isn’t supposed to be there. but he can’t remember WHY he feels that way. according to his notebooks and STEVE, they only very rarely came over to that part of new york since it was so far from where they used to live. it just… feels WRONG.

            Grayson looks up quizzically, but the moment he sees the other, he goes silent. He recognizes the other, it’d be impossible not to, but he’s not afraid. A certain blond birdie had slipped him a note that someone might come by, & if so, not to be alarmed. He lets out a soft sigh & steps over to him, offering a small smile. “Can I help you?” He prods gently. “I own the space.”

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fxrgxr:

“didn’t realise i’d be MISSED. usual would be lovely, darling, though i don’t think you could afford m'rates. least not for something so MUNDANE as cleaning your bloody countertops.”

            ❝ oh you were definitely missed. did you think I’d just casually replace your dry wit? ❞ Gray smirks, moving to handle the order personally before settling the bill. ❝ you might be surprised at what I can afford these days. but if I were to ensnare a bit of your time, I can think of better uses for them, it’s true. ❞

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@hydradaddy ;; 

“I don’t need to do shit, kid,” he replied, irritated as he continued to wear a hole in the carpet. “You need to mind your own fuckin’ business is what needs to happen.”

Grayson sighs, shaking his head before fixing him with a stern glare. “When you insist on driving yourself to a state of frenzied exhaustion in my kitchen more nights than not, it becomes my business. Now either let me help you, or--”

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            “You look beyond exhausted. Coffee? It’s a blizzard out there. Sit, wait this one out.”

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my muse hasn’t slept in days.

scold them on it. yell at them. put them to bed. mess with them. anything your muse wants to do to mine, do it.

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                   Sometimes you gotta run before you can walk.                   

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            There are people who claim to be instinctive cooks,             who never follow recipes or weigh anything at all. All             I can say is they’re not very fussy about what they eat.             For me, cooking is an exact art and not some casual game.

grayson kepler, chef.

ind. sel. priv.         fandomless oc.

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Me: does one draft.

Me: I AM GOD

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h o n e s t l y I should probably be on my other blogs today but I'm really just feeling low key stuff here, so hot the heart of you want a starter

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for OCs: what fandom discourse would there be surrounding my character if they were canon?

can be sent on or off anon

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I’m terrified of this culture I see on tumblr which dictates that if a person does something wrong, or makes a mistake, or displays a moment of ignorance they are trash and worthless and deserve to be torn to shreds. A human being does not stop being a human being because they said something stupid. The idea that we should all aspire to a very specific sense of social and ideological purity or we deserve to die is dictatorial and frankly frightening.

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@iskuplennyyesoldatzimy

“Oh, hello. You look a little lost. May I help you?”

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