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#me trying to explain literally anything

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Goddamn it. 

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Happy “Here’s To Never Growing Up” 3rd Anniversary!

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      365 day challenge - favourite songs, favourite lines

12/365 - I'm So Sorry - Imagine Dragons {listen}

Life isn’t always what you think it’d be Turn your head for one second and the tables turn And I know, I know that I did you wrong But will you trust me when I say that I’ll Make it up to you somehow, somehow

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@alice-reeese​

“My life is a competitive streak.” Alice said crossing her arms. “Maybe I need the internet to talk to my long distance lovers and the bowling to entertain myself in this sometimes immensely boring town.”

“Unless you’re setting up a bowling team that I don’t know about, I’m calling sarcasm,” he concluded with a firm nod, biting the inside of his lip to resist the urge to smile. Somehow, he was pretty sure she wouldn’t appreciate it. “The lovers I could believe, though. The porn rule still doesn’t exist, and I guess you could be really into voyeurism. Are you?”

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@harlcyhunt​

“oh come on, so you really can’t dance with anyone? i call bullshit.” harley chuckled, looking over the other and his outfit. “my bro-date isn’t here yet, so i’m sure you can spare me just one dance? as a ‘well done for kicking my ass in the tournament’ kinda thing?”

“Your bro-date,” Jeremiah echoed sceptically, mostly because the idea of Harley Hunt and his blatant flirting on a bro-date was sort of hilariously unlikely. Which one had the unreciprocated feelings, he wondered absently, quickly dismissing it as none of his business. “I told you I’d kick your ass. I’ll kick anyone’s ass, except not as hard as Marcelle will, because I have feelings,” he joked. “You just want a dance as a congratulations? Or are you doing one of those things where you want a distraction and I’m a handy option?”

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@a-rose-in-the-shadows​

“Are you saying that you never drank as a teenager? Come on.. It’s not like they have a prom night. Let them live a little.” The redhead teased. It was true. Rosalie had always had a more free spirited nature, even as a teenager. She smiled brightly as she took his hand. Her emerald green eyes sparkling as she realized they were about to dance. “Oh, you are so much more than a peasant. I would love to.”

“That depends on what you mean by teenager. Biologically or legally?” he asked, half-teasing, but also dead serious. He snorted. Oh, yeah, they didn’t have a prom, because their class size was tiny and no one was willing to arrange an event just for the kids. That would take thought and commitment, and anyway, chances were every adult would somehow end up there, anyway, rendering the whole thing besides the point. “Am I really,” he half-asked, as if he really needed the clarification, pulling Rosalie over to the dance floor, to a position where he could still watch while also paying attention to her. “Hope you aren’t expecting too much talent,” he advised, tugging her close.

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@ryder-greeene​

“You would look ridiculous and not nearly as beautiful as Talia.” Ryder realized his own words and cleared his throat awkwardly. “You do know that even if you make me old, I can still mess you up, right? I’ll just…fiddle with your molecules. I don’t think you’d look as pretty if I turned your teeth black.”

A different man would’ve cackled at Ryder; hell, a different guard would’ve. Jeremiah smiled sympathetically at his co-worker, filing away the comment for later blackmail or consideration or something. “Eh, I’d rock black teeth,” he insisted cheerfully. “I bet there’s someone around who can soothe my ego if I get self-conscious. Then I have black teeth and a date, and that’d be two up on your freshly twelve-year-old self. That’s a pretty sound victory.”

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@kayleighflies​

“Mm, yeah,” Kayleigh agreed, sarcasm laced in her tone. “I feel very guarded right now. The most guarded.” Still, she felt a little bad for the guards. After all, didn’t they deserve a break too? “Do you want a drink, at least? I can get you one. Boozy or not, if it’s against the rules. I don’t want to get either of us in trouble.”

“You are the most guarded, Miss Garcia,” Jeremiah insisted, completely sombre. His lips twitched with the effort of maintaining a straight face - or with the urge to smile, whatever worked best. “See if you can find some sort of virgin cocktail thing,” he requested more politely. “I forget if it’s against the rules, exactly, but if Pace hears about any irresponsibility, I could lose my job, Isaac’s support be damned - and, well. I still want to potentially give our esteemed boss a stroke even if she can’t prove I’m breaking any contractual obligations.” That really hadn’t required that much explanation, particularly since Kayleigh certainly hadn’t asked.

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@fastkatjackson​

“Trust me,” Kat replied. “No one is going to mistake you for being here to have fun. You’d look more in place at a funeral.” Kat waved a hand at his all-black getup, cracking some semblance of a smile. “How goes it, Officer?”

Jeremiah snorted roughly, because she probably had a point. Black was fashionable, black was practical - black was incredibly depressing. Not to mention way too heavy in this weather. Where was Abigail with her usual raincloud? “But I am at a funeral, Miss Jackson - we’re here to mourn the death of fun; weren’t you told?” Ah, how was he, how was he. “Infinitely better for the delight of your company, I think,” he stated, as if that weren’t an opinion thing, as if it couldn’t be argued to have been sarcastic at heart. “Of course, I’ll be better for the knowledge of how you’re doing on this fine scorching evening.”

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@faye-beckett​

Faye looked up at Jeremiah and smiled. “Are you really?” She asked. “You look like you’re here to dance.” She raised her eyebrows. “Or, are you here with someone?” She asked him. “Oh my god, you have a date. Who is she? Is she here? Can I meet her?” 

“If you listened to me more, you might know I’m always around to dance. I have been known to break out in the full routine from Singing in the Rain.” He bit his tongue on his laughter, a muffled chuckle falling from behind closed lips. “Me? Dating? If I were dating, I’d introduce you in a heartbeat, little miss; I’d fight for your approval if I could get it.” What a joke, like he’d ever done anything based on approval? “But as it is; no, no current dates. I’m trying to empathize with the other guards who think they’re married to the job. It’s not actually going that well.”

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d&d character alignments: NEUTRAL GOOD [ 4 / 9 ]

A Neutral Good hero is best known as the “benefactor” alignment. She is guided by her conscience and typically acts altruistically, without regard for or against lawful precepts such as rules or tradition. To her, life and the assurance of other creatures’ rights take precedence over all else. 

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Cats constantly look at you like you just asked them for a ride to the airport.

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CHARACTER MOODBOARD - THE DEADPAN SNARKER !

the deadpan snarker exists to deflate pomposity, point out the unlikelihood of certain plans, and deliver funny lines. in most cases, it is implied that the snarker would make a good leader, strategist, or consultant given their ability to instantly see the flaws in a constructed plan. more often than not, their innate snarkiness is the only thing preventing the other characters from comprehending this for themselves.