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PLEASE STAND BY …   /   Low activity and private multi muse, curated by Tess, featuring muses from Amazon’s The Boys, TNT’s Snowpiercer, Netflix’s You, Marvel, Star Trek, Schitt’s Creek, NBC’s Community, and Rick and Morty.

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oof guys, you might notice a drop in activity here and that’s because i’ve been helping my friends and family with some odd jobs while i’m job hunting. that means i’m getting busier and it’s getting harder to manage two blogs ngl… so i thought the best move is to move everything (jet and the multi muses) to one brand new multi muse blog for my ease of mind… YOU CAN FIND ME HERE NOW.

with that said, i’m probably gonna drop all threads just to start the blog anew. if anyone wants to keep the threads, i’m more than happy to! just shoot me a message. i’ll be posting a new starter call / plotting call on the new blog soon :)

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oof guys, you might notice a drop in activity here and that’s because i’ve been helping my friends and family with some odd jobs while i’m job hunting. that means i’m getting busier and it’s getting harder to manage two blogs ngl... so i thought the best move is to move everything (jet and the multi muses) to one brand new multi muse blog for my ease of mind... YOU CAN FIND ME HERE NOW.

with that said, i’m probably gonna drop all threads just to start the blog anew. if anyone wants to keep the threads, i’m more than happy to! just shoot me a message. i’ll be posting a new starter call / plotting call on the new blog soon :)

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daveed for style magazine italy.

he’s literally thriving im so beyond proud of bub

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*taps mic* hey y’all. i hope everyone’s having a good day and are taking care of themselves. just dropping by to say: if you see my activity here being nonexistent, it’s because im reducing my time on tumblr for my mental health and job hunting. activity will resume within the next couple of days. continue being awesome everyONE

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if i ever opened up to you i was joking

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moa zhao.

                   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊   𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐒   𝐀   𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋   𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇,     𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓   𝐁𝐔𝐓   𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 - 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃,     ultimately   drowned   in   another   sip   of   her   own   drink.     “   Strict   girlfriend   that   wants   you   to   be   ready   for   summer   before   spring’s   even   come   around ?   ”     she   jokes   and   it’s   a   ridiculously   WILD   guess.     He   looks   objectively   good,     certainly   not   in   dire   need   of   any   restriction,     but …     she   is   BIASED.     Several   times,     she’s   spent   her   life   near   starvation   and   it   CHANGES   one’s   eating   preferences,     or   at   least   did   hers ;     that   she’s   mindful   about   what   she   puts   into   her   mouth   is   a   given,     but   food   is   MORE   than   nourishment.     Her   offshore   bank   accounts,     her   cars,     her   carefully   selected   collection   of   painting   and   sculptures   ―――     all   of   that   she   would   willingly   risk   LOSING   if   it   meant   rescuing   her   garden   or   not   having   to   BEG   for   food.

And   so   she   cannot   relate,     whatever   his   reason   for   the   diet   might   be.     Not   that   it   changes   the   WARMTH   of   her   smile   or   the   welcoming   POSTURE   as   she   leans   back   in   her   seat.     A   shrug   in   response   to   the   question,     the   pages   of   the   newspaper   closed   shut   and   fingertips   withdrawing   a   little   as   if   to   allow   him   ACCESS   to   the   headlines,     should   he   want   it.     “   Not   really   ――     the   Hang   Seng   Index   has   been   rising   since   last   Tuesday   if   you’re   interested   in   finances,     one   of   the   leading   tuberculosis   research   facilities   has   been   caught   up   in   accusations   of   fraud,     and   anything   regarding   politics   is   the   same   as   usual.   ”

                    Another   sip.     “   ――     In   short,     the   world’s   still   moving,     and   I’m   trying   to   find   a   diner   nearby   that   isn’t   too   chic   but   chic   enough   for   a   date.     Any   recommendations ?   ”

A shake of the head, then, “I wish it was my girlfriend.” Oh, how he wishes for his love life to be simpler. (Granted, he’s the one who makes it unnecessarily convoluted. Out of all the things he could be scared of, it’s three little words.) “Alas, it’s my line of business that requires me to stay away from actual food,” he continues, refraining from giving further details. More so, from the fact that he simply doesn’t what to talk about this elusive line of business.

A business where professional and personal lives are blurred. He has to remind himself that it is nothing more than that every single day. With how easy it is to get lost in it, Jet thank all his lucky stars for his natural inclination for scepticism and self-awareness. Otherwise, he’d be no better than those... starved fortune or power seekers.

Shifting in his seat, he observes the headlines that she presented. She’s right. The world is still moving. The rich is getting richer, fingers are being pointed (whether the accusation proved true, that’s another story), and politicians are lying. What’s new, really? To anyone who says ‘the world continues to surprise me’, Jet would like a word. Because to him, nothing could shock him anymore. If anything, the world is becoming more predictable.

He mirrors her action by taking a sip from his own drink, smacking his lips before answering, “It depends. Do you want a charming family-owned diner or a millennial-owned ‘we serve burgers with Low GI buns’ diner?”

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daveed diggs for style magazine italia

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hey guys, just an announcement that i ended up removing marta, mako, and jake from my muse list because my muse for them wasn’t as strong!

anyway, keep an eye out, im post a plotting call at some point once i make a dent on my drafts (both here and on my main). if anyone wants to talk come add me on disco ;)

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britta perry.

              there’s an easiness to the way jet talks to her that makes britta think she’s found a real, actual friend amidst the chaos. ( sure, the study group are all considered to be family, but sometimes, she can’t help but feel like the odd girl out. and with pierce always lingering around, that’s saying something. )

              still, she plays off her worries with a simple shrug. his question has her sitting up a little straighter, a little taller as her head nods eagerly before she begins to answer. ❛ of course i would! i mean, commitment to the bit is everything they care about – if i can’t be what they need me to be, then what’s the point in trying, you know? jeff gets away with doing whatever he wants ‘cause he’s cool, ❜ she trails off, fingers moving to air quote the word cool as she speaks.

              ❛ it’s not fair, s’all i’m saying. it’s like they forget who played their asses when that paintball tournament never wanted to end. here’s a hint –, ❜ she pauses, raising two thumbs to point to herself, ❛ it was this girl, ya nerds. ❜

“We don’t have to try that hard, Britta. They need some people to sit back and watch. After all, what’s a performance without an audience?” he offers. Yet, he couldn’t help but tilt his head at her next comment. Jeff does get away with a lot. Possibly enabled by the group’s particular ‘attachment’ to him. “Am I sensing a bit of jealousy there?”

Jet lets his gaze wander to the group, where – at some point – Troy has climbed on top of the table. Why exactly, Jet doesn’t know, but he’s growing cautious; is the little performance going to escalate into a full one involving everyone in Greendale? (By Jet’s count, he’s been involved in at least 10 of these in the single semester he’s been there.) If that’s the case, he wonders if it’s too late to make a run for his car and hide. Maybe he should drag Britta too – to spare her the pain of both being mocked and wasting money on a deodorant she’s only going to use once.

“I get it. You’re the under dog.” Recalling the aggressive and vicious paintball tournament causes Jet to shudder. He had fun, sure. However, Jet went home to a conspicuously large bruise under his ribs, given to him by none other, the person next to him. “But I let you get me, okay? I was hungry and Pierce got the whole cafeteria hostage. I’d rather you take me out than him.”

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dan torrance.

         to  put  it  bluntly,  the  man  looked  immediately  out  of  place.  far  too  well  dressed  for  some  no-name  town  nearly  two  hours  from  the  only  big  town  in  new  hampshire  worth  a  damn.  no,  usually  people  came  here  for  a  purpose  ( 𝘰𝘳  𝘵𝘰  𝘳𝘶𝘯  𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. )  but  he  can  spot  that  MARK  on  the  other  man  instantly.  the  mark  of  power,  that  sets  an  edge  in  his  skin.  and  yet,  there’s  a  sense  about  him  –  not  exactly  certain  is  he  if  it’s  made  of  threat  or  otherwise.  waving  over  to  his  co-worker  billy,  he  sets  down  his  rake  and  makes  his  way  over  to  him.  readjusting  his  hat  atop  his  head  he  tries  to  push  a  friendly  enough  smile  on  his  face.  “  she’ll  be  up  and  running  within  the  hour  if  you’re  looking  to  get  a  ride. ”  he’s  checking  out  the  tourist  train,  usually  everyone  does,  including  dan  himself  when  he  first  arrived.  

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It this even a mission? No. More of a desperate attempt. When he took it upon himself to find his parents, he didn’t know it is going to be this hard. His parents are meticulous (like him, maybe even more so, and that makes them admirable in a twisted way), barely leaving behind any bread crumbs for anyone to follow them. Bits and pieces of information he got will always lead to a dead end. At this rate, he expects nothing but disappointment. Even he’s priming himself for the possibility that his parents are simply... gone. (Fuck them for abandoning him.)

Jet’s next clue has led him to the small town of Frazier that he oddly enough has a feeling his parents won’t settle in. But, if Jet isn’t so tied down to New York, he could see himself living in a place like this. The town is cosy, quaint – even this Teenytown looks endearing. “I don’t think I’d fit in the train.” He chuckles at the other. “But I’m open for other suggestions to get around town.”

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just wanna say everyone is awesome and i love seeing everyone on the dash *finger guns*

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[𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦?]

dubiously evil

you do what you have to. to some, what you're doing is wrong, and to others, it is undeniably right. despite this, you continue. even if you don't enjoy it, you'll continue. when you die, you most likely feel one of two ways. disappointed, if you couldn't reach your goal. was all this for nothing? and, on the other hand, proud and relieved. this is a burden you've carried for far too long, and now it's one you can let go. you don't fight it either way.

tagged by: stolen from @nirgama tagging: ​ @stfreds, @ashesburnt, @silvermound (whoever you want!), @wiltdd (elektra!), and whoever is reading this!!

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i have no impulse control 🙃, so like if you want a one-line starter!!!

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we also offer bad jokes.    //   featuring muses from marvel, community, tnt’s snowpiercer, rick and morty, schitt’s creek, b99, star trek, pacific rim, knives out.

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gonna pop by my multi for a bit, catch me there ;)

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steelhecrt​:

She hates feeling this weak and out-of-control. It hadn’t been easy, pretending to be okay when really she was dying inside. But being a woman in this world wasn’t easy–and you had to make your skin as unbreakable as possible to survive. But at the moment? It felt like her skin was made of wet construction paper. Pierced with the barest of pressure.

“No. It wasn’t.” Wide brown eyes, wet with tears lock on his face and she’s staring at him with love and hatred all in one. She hates him for making her so fragile, so weak. She hates him for letting her in and letting her get to know him. She hates him for getting her to love him. But above all–she loved him. Still loved him wholly and truly–despite him having the power to destroy her with little more than a word.

She was a goddamn superhero. She was stronger than this.

“I want you to stay, Jet. I love you with every fiber of my being–but how do I know that you won’t run again? How do I know that you won’t leave me to pick up what’s left behind?” Lily quizzes, leaning into his touch, despite the pain she’s in. 

There’s no point in denying that Jet feels intimidated by the questions – or that some part of him is telling him that he won’t succeed in committing. You always run away. You’re a coward. He holds onto her words and the feeling of her leaning into his touch, and they are enough to convince him that this is not the time to leave. He needs to start confronting his feelings... or risk losing her.

And he doesn’t want to lose her.

He leans in as well, resting his forehead against hers, holding back his own tears. “All I can do is give you a promise.” He breathes shakily and closes his eyes. “I’m still learning and I want to make this work, so I’m asking you to trust me.”

He opens his eyes to look at her, memorising her features – just in case this is the last time he’d see her. He grabs her hand and places it above his heart. He’s sure she could feel it drumming its way out if his chest. “If you give me a chance, I promise I won’t run. I promise I will stay forever.” He nuzzles at her nose, adding a light chuckle, hoping she would follow. “I promise I won’t bitch about your grilled tomatoes because I want to listen to you complain about how I grill it wrong every single day.” He feels his heart reaching a steadier rhythm. “I swear I’ll pick up the pieces I broke.”