...I was born 9 months later. The rest is history. [Muse's name is Danielle Johnson, Age 18, and a Leo. More info in Rules and About pages] {I track the tag anotherfuckingwinchester}
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if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.
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Dedicated to @ladyroche ♡
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me speaking directly to the lord god almighty: its so hot outside you stupid son of a bitch
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Today Harry James Potter is 37 years old.
He’s lived two decades more than the age he was when he willingly died.
So he refuses to eat his birthday cake unless Ginny admits he’s 20 years old.
What do you mean I’m almost 40? No. I died at 17 and was reborn. Technically. I’m twenty. I’m practically a young boy. Don’t “Dad” me. I’m twenty years old. Ron, tell them.
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raise your hand if you've got the sweetest followers and you appreciate each and every one
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Try to break my muse’s heart in a single sentence.
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She pulled the blade out of the lifeless body, wincing a little at the amount of blood that came flooding out at the movement. This was going to take a stupid amount of time to clean up.
Sighing she collected her thoughts before replying to the other girl, “Not my first time I’ve had to get rid of a body. I’m also not naïve enough to believe it will be my last. I have a guy.”
She wiped the blood off the blade with her already stained shirt and circled around to grab the back of the chair the body was still tied to, dragging it out of the demon’s trap.
Pausing to catch her breath, she gathered what was left of her strength. She was strong but dragging a dead weight across a room after not eating or sleeping in the past 30 hours took its toll.
“Look, I have to get this place scrubbed clean before the owner comes tomorrow morning. I rather doubt you want to stay and clean a bloodstained warehouse with a stranger who you barely just met.” She started packing up her tools as she spoke to the other girl.
“... That being said I understand if you have questions about what just happened. If you would rather meet me at the bar across town after I get done here, be my guest. I think the place is called Boar’s Pub, meet me there in around 2 hours, ask for Danny if you don't see me.”
the slayer and the huntress
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She set her bag down on the counter as she slid into a chair next to the other girl, “Sorry lost track of time.” She replied, signaling the bartender to order a drink.
She had been shocked that she and the other had become friends so quickly despite only having known each other a few weeks. She couldn't explain why but she felt closer to Meg than she had to even her best friends back home. She assumed it was because they were in similar situations, with them both trekking it across the country with no real destination in mind.
She pulled herself back to the present and winced in sympathy as the other girl explained what her dad had been doing, having been there herself with her Mom.
“He’ll get over it eventually, I mean my mom has toned it down to mentioning it only once a week so there’s always hope for progress, right? Just keep reminding him that you’re doing this for you, not just to piss him off or I don't know, needing rebel or something just as stupid.” She suggested, smiling down and chuckling at how dramatic the other girl was being.
"Rough night?
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A laugh escaped her lips as she turned to look at the blonde. “Well it took ya long enough to get here.” She sighed. “Turns out that Daddy dearest found out that i haven’t been checking out colleges. I guess he’s been calling them.” An aggravated sigh left her lips. “When is he gonna get it that we aren’t the same person. Sure Collage is great but I want to explore the world first and It’s not like i even know what i remotely want to do.” Meg downed the rest of her alcohol, so thankful that the bartender didn’t mind that she was underage.
The raven haired girl rested her head on her hand. Meg had rolled into this town about two weeks before Danielle did. They found out that they both left home after high school to road trip it up.
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I’m gunna distract myself from buying things online (once I start I have a hard time stopping helpppp) by trying to get some drafts done wish me luck! IM me if you wanna throw around some plot ideas or even if u just wanna chat *u*
#ooc things#{theres this face mask that I reeeeaaalllyyyy wanna get but its $60 ;n;}#{I also need new work clothes cause everything I have has bleach stains on it....}#{But I have been putting off getting a TV and A TV stand for my new apartment cause of money so I'm torn about which I should get...}
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i support girls anger. i support girls who yell. i support girls who get called bitches and cunts at parties because they’ll swear at guys who won’t leave them alone. i support girls who don’t believe in second chances and cut off people who hurt them. i support girls who say no the first time and flip you off if you ask them again. i support girls who will never allow themselves to be pushovers and constantly get shit for it. you’re fucking incredible.
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Angry
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Fuck this.”
“Get the fuck out of here.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Fuck that!”
“I fucking hate him/her/them/you.”
“Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUCK!”
“Shut the fuck up.“
“Get your fucking act together.”
“Keep your shitty nose out of my fucking business.”
“Leave me alone, or I’ll fuck you up.”
“Get your fucking hands off of me!”
“Stay the fuck away from me.”
“Who stole my fucking shit?!”
“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”
“You wanna fucking go, punk?”
“Get the fuck over it.”
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“What the fuck do you want from me?”
Sad
“Fuck life.”
“No, I’m not fucking over it.”
“Why the fuck did he/she/they have to go and die?”
“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”
“Why did things have to go so fucking wrong?”
“I’m gonna eat fifty fucking cartons of ice cream and then pass out and die like a warrior.”
“Try to fucking stop me from leaving my room. It’s not gonna happen.”
“The love of my life just decided that I was worth fucking nothing.”
“I fucking miss him/her/them.”
“Who the fuck cares?”
“All of this fucking shit was for nothing.”
“I fucked up my own life.”
“I can’t believe I did this fucking shit all over again.”
Insults
“Fuck you!”
“I fucked your mom last night.”
“You’re a fucking asshole.”
“You just think you’re fucking hilarious, don’t you?”
“Who the fuck died and made you king/queen/ruler?”
“Go to fucking hell, you piece of shit!”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Motherfucker!”
“Wow, that’s fucking small.”
“Get the fuck over yourself.”
Sexy
“Fuck me.”
“I don’t ‘make love’, I fuck.”
“I’d fuck you all night long.”
“You look like a fucking dog in heat.”
“You look so fucking hot right now.”
“Fuck–faster~”
“FUCK, I’m gonna come!”
“I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”
“Babe, fuck–not here.”
“You’re one cocky motherfucker. Let’s go back to my place.”
“I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk.”
“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”
“F-fuck–please–~”
“I’d let you fuck me any day.”
“You better use a fucking condom.”
“Tell me what you want me to fucking do to you.”
“Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?”
“Fuck, it’s big.”
“Let’s make a fucking baby.”
Situations
“Give me a break. I’m in the fucking hospital.”
“How are YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”
“Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”
“I’m gonna need a fucking lawyer.”
“This is all YOUR fault, you dumb fuck.”
“It’s not MY fault we’re in fucking handcuffs.”
“Fuck, I’m so wasted.”
“What the fuck did we do last night?”
“Where the fuck am I?”
“Fuck. SHIT. There goes my car.”
“Wait–fuck. Isn’t that my house?”
“Fuck it. Might as well have fun, if we’re going to get caught.”
“Why the fuck do you have gasoline?”
“Where the fuck did that baby come from?!”
“It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.”
“FUCK, you scared the shit out of me!”
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me to partners: please take however long u need to reply literally reply whenever pls dont ever feel pressured ever okay u matter
me thinking about replies: holy jesus fuck i need to reply or they'll hate me oh my god i have to reply right now im fucking sweating lord save me
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Reblog if your muse is a lil shit
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Her eyebrows scrunch up in confusion, “Huh? What does it mean then?” She asked, curious as to how the word ‘adorable’ could be interpreted differently.
“Do you even know how adorable you are?”
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She rolled her eyes at the other’s reply and chuckled, “Yeah but being your little sister means that it’d be supper weird if I called you any of those things so adorable is all your gunna get from me.”
“Do you even know how adorable you are?”
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req. by @pradadevil15x | [insp.]
#I FRICKING LOVE GILMORE GIRLS OK#LIKE FIGHT ME THESE TWO ARE THE ACTUAL OTP#I JUST HAVE SO MANY FEELS BECAUSE OF THESE TWO
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Me: I don't have the energy for this
Someone: For what?
Me: *gestures vaguely*
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