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still working on it, but i’ve moved to @chmpgneflwrs

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i think i might just have to make a new blog at this point because i’m sick of waiting for tumblr to fix mine

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heartshapcd​:

“an nda?” kitty repeated, leaning back in her plush armchair and away from the stack of paper. “is that really necessary?” she tucked her curls back behind her ear, glancing over at silas and trying to get a read on his reaction. all at once, kitty found herself wishing her mother had opted to stay for the meeting. wetting her lips, kitty sat up straighter. at the very least, her mother had taught her to advocate for herself. “i was under the impression that this was a simple fix,” she explained, facing tiffany directly with a bright smile. “we just make some sort of public statement on twitter or-” at this precise moment, kitty’s phone beeped with the signature triple-tone her mother had programmed so that kitty wouldn’t ever miss a call. closing her eyes briefly in embarrassment, kitty flashed tiffany an apologetic look and fished her phone out of her purse, scanning the screen with widening eyes. “wait. are we- are we going along with what the media’s saying?”

the confused look on silas’s face only grew as kitty reacted to whatever was on her phone, and he looked down at the paperwork in his hands in desperate hope of a clue. something that would explain what was going on and- “relationship?” he looked back up at tiffany, sure he’d misinterpreted what was written on the paper. when he wasn’t corrected, his eyes widened and he glanced over at kitty with a surprised, scoff of a laugh. “no, no... you’re... this is a joke, right? we’re not... influencers, we’re serious actors.” serious actors on a cw show, but serious actors nonetheless. sure, he’d made comments about wanting to hook up with kitty in the past, and it wasn’t something he’d been lying about, but this? just as he was starting to get some fame? the kind of fame that came along with ladies wanting to hook up with him just for bragging rights? why should he have to ignore that, for the sake of a fake relationship with someone who didn’t even want to make out with him? “i’m not doing it, and you can’t make me.”

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[ shh ]  to cover my muse’s mouth because someone knocked on the door while our muses are having sex in a washroom. [ to Samuel because I couldn’t settle on just two meme to send)

he’d come to the party with a plan. he was going to sneak off into carla’s bedroom once everyone was drunk, and look around for clues, for some sort of proof that would clear his brother’s name. what he hadn’t expected, however, was for her to be wearing that dress. while sure, he was a man on a mission, and an important one at that, he was also a teenage boy whose body seemed to be running the show instead of his brain, when it came to carla. at least, that was the excuse he gave himself when he threw the plan out the window and locked the two of them into one of the guest bathrooms not even an hour into the party.

no one could know about this. it was weird to him, and he had to assume to her, that he wouldn’t want everyone in the world to know that he was hooking up with someone as hot as carla, but if what he thought he knew turned out to be true, he didn’t want anyone to find out that he’d gotten distracted with his goal of helping his brother just by a pretty girl batting her eyelashes at him. he wanted to be stronger than that. he needed to be stronger than that. and yet... he wasn’t. “fuck.” he gripped onto carla’s hip as he pushed into her from behind, the fabric of her dress bunching up under his fingers. how they’d gotten here from just a polite greeting upon his arrival he couldn’t even remember, but he was starting to think carla might have some kind of mind control powers.

“shh...” never in his life did he think he’d be trying to stop a girl from moaning, but she was getting too loud. the house was packed with people, and if she kept it up, they were going to be busted. “carla... you... you’ve...” he couldn’t get a full statement out, and the situation was starting to become more dire as he heard footsteps approaching in the near distance. so, acting instinctively, he lifted his hand from the counter top and pressed it firmly over carla’s mouth, muffling the beautiful noises coming from her mouth. it was a little disappointing, to no longer get to hear her moans, but when she bent over further and pushed back against him, his care for the situation disappeared. he moved faster, as best as he could with the use of only one hand to guide her body, biting down on his lip to stifle the deep moans bubbling in his own chest, desperate to make an escape.

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send me a 👌 for my muse to drunkenly confess something 

“fine!” drew huffed as he shut the bathroom door behind them, giving into the incessant prodding he’d endured from callie all night. “you wanna know what i really think about you?” his hands dropped down on the edge of the sink, his knuckles turning white from the grip as his voice got louder. “i think you’re too loud, and obnoxious, and messy, and always getting in my way and... and...” his anger began to decrease just as quickly as it had bubbled up when he spun around and looked back at callie, the way it always did. even if his rage never usually got higher than an eye roll level when he was sober. “the best person i know. you’re crazy gorgeous, and you know it, but... you’re so cool, and smart, and awesome, and way out of my league, and that kills me, because i... i want you so fucking bad, cal.” his hands slipped into his hair, messing it up even more than it had already gotten from his annual night of letting loose. “that’s what i think about you. alright?” @problmatics​

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“ now there’s no going back. ”

“no, there’s not. so..if you’re not with me...now’s your chance.” nano spoke quietly, shoving the few belongings he had in the world into a ratty old backpack and pulling it on, looking at christian expectantly. “are you with me or not?” he questioned, he hoped christian would be, but he knew how hard it was for him to walk away from everything he had. he had opportunity. he had a future. things nano didn’t have hope for anymore. “come on man, i have to go now.”

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apparently i can’t get messages in my inbox on here, so if anyone wants to send me ask memes (i have a few that i’m hoping to get through today, but i’ll take more), feel free to do so in a dm instead, and i’ll put them as a text post!

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muse list

since tumblr still won’t fix my blog, here’s a basic list of my muses - feel free to dm me for more details on any of them!

elite

ander (primary) 

carla (by request) 

christian (primary) 

guzman (primary) 

malick (by request)

omar (primary)

rebeca (by request)

samu (by request) 

yeray (by request) 

glee

blaine (by request) 

jake (secondary) 

puck (aron piper, primary)

quinn (secondary - alt. olivia holt)

rachel (sofia carson, secondary) 

santana (cierra ramirez, secondary) 

sebastian (primary - alt. aron piper) 

sugar (jade thrilwall, by request)

la casa de papel

rio (primary)

nairobi (by request)

tokyo (by request

misc

jackie (that 70′s show, sarah jeffery, secondary) 

robin (how i met your mother, lindsey morgan, by request) 

ocs

austin (miguel bernardeau, secondary, actor) 

damian (omar ayuso, primary, sugar baby/influencer) 

drew (nick robinson, secondary, hotel clerk) 

eva (rosalia, secondary, costume designer) 

fifi (ariana grande, secondary, mechanic) 

javi (diego tinoco, secondary, unemployed) 

maia (normani, secondary, stylist) 

mimi (cierra ramirez, secondary, bartender) 

ollie (michael evans behling, secondary, intern) 

sage (miguel herran, primary, delinquent) 

sierra (cindy kimberly, secondary, nfl cheerleader) 

silas (aron piper, primary, verse dependent (typically unemployed rich kid) ) 

spencer (madelyn cline, secondary, student) 

tristan (rome flynn, secondary, artist) 

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@ tumblr whenever you want to fix my blog feel free!!!!!

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i just realized i can still edit my theme even while my blog is flagged, so i could have been working on my muse tab this whole time....

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heartshapcd​:

kitty was having a less than stellar morning. her mother had woken her at first light as soon as the photos of her and silas dropped on twitter, and by 7am, it was all the blogs were talking about. danielle had been in the middle of interrogating her daughter when her cell rang, and suddenly, kitty was being bustled out of the house. luckily, she caught a moment to change clothes, throw her hair up, and grab a water bottle. (it did not have water in it, but no one had to know that. it seemed like it was about to be a difficult day.) the ride to the pr agency didn’t take very long, but unusually, once the car pulled up, danielle declined to come into the meeting with kitty. “i have to go make some calls to tmz and the like,” she’d said, somewhat cryptically. kitty, for her part, was grateful to be trusted with some aspect of her career, even if it was ridiculous rumours about herself and her co-star. she was only mildly surprised when after a few minutes of waiting, silas strode through the front doors and made a beeline for her. kitty waved off his iced coffee, lifting her water bottle in answer and thinking privately that she didn’t want more paparazzos catching anything incriminating. “head’s okay,” she sniffed, sinking back into her side of the plush sofa, her brow furrowed. “i saw, i figured that’s why we’re both here. i guess that’s what we get for being a man and a woman caught standing near each other.” of course, it had been a little bit more than that, but kitty didn’t feel the need to elaborate. soon, the publicist would come to collect them, they could script out their iOS press releases, and this would be over as quickly as it had started.

silas chose to take pity on kitty’s hangover and let the fact that they had a little more ‘evidence’ of something more than a friendship  going on between them slide. as he opened his mouth to speak and tell her how pretty she looked this morning - which, where had that thought come from? maybe he was still drunk - they were told me the receptionist to head down the hall to tiffany, silas’s publicist’s, office. silas’s eyes wandered down to check out kitty’s ass as he followed her, briefly letting himself appreciate the excellent view. the second they were both seated in front of the office, tiffany wasted no time in getting down to business. she tossed a stack of paperclipped documents in front of each of them, along with a pair of heavy fountain pens, the kind silas recongized as the type his grandfather liked to use. “these are ndas, sign them.” before silas could even open his mouth, she gave him a look - clearly having learned her client’s intelligence level by this point - and added, “non-disclosure agreements. it means you two can’t go around talking shit and spilling each other’s secrets to the press.” 

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i just want to work on my muse tab come on tumblr get it together 

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caress - for Christian

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face .

things hadn’t exactly been easy for the two of them since christian’s return to las encinas. every interaction he’d had with carla had been either him completely ignoring her, or trying to come up with something mean to say, to make her feel a tiny percentage of the hurt that he believed she’d inflicted on him. he’d been so focused on trying to hurt her, that he hadn’t realized just how much he didn’t actually want to see her upset. it wasn’t until he ducked into an empty classroom while he was trying to skip class and walked in on carla sitting there alone, crying, that it became clear to him that making carla upset wasn’t going to help heal any of his pain. in fact, it only made him feel ten times worse. “wha-... hey.” he wasn’t sure if she was crying because of him, or because of, well, everything else that she’d been going through, but... maybe there was a chance she did have a heart after all. did he even have the right to sit beside her, after the way he’d been treating her these last couple weeks? maybe not. but now that polo wasn’t around... he wasn’t sure anyone else really knew carla the way he felt like he had gotten to, back when they were together. 

he was quiet as he sat down beside carla, gentle in his movements, but without hesitation. “it’s... it’s going to be okay.” comforting people had never been something he was really good at - along with dealing with negative emotions in general, but there had to be something he could do, right? he lifted his hand to the side of carla’s head, gliding it down until he was cupping her cheek, carefully rubbing his thumb over the soft skin. “fuck, carla. come on... just... don’t cry. i’m sorry, okay? let’s just...” he sighed, lifting his thumb so he could wipe away her tears. “let’s move on, okay? try and... put everything behind us.” @futuramarquesita

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seven sentence starters for the seven deadly sins

lust

“kiss me.”

“tell me you love me.”

“let me brush your hair back.”

“take it off.”

“are we seriously going to just talk?”

“those eyes…”

“harder..”

gluttony

“lets order chinese.”

“i’m starving, what about you?”

“can we watch one more episode?”

“let watch disney movies all day and act like were ten again.”

“i love you more than pizza.”

“i want you.”

“more please.”

greed

“that’s mine.

“i made bank last night.”

“i’ll take whatever you’ll give me.”

“did you just call me greedy?”

“don’t you dare touch.”

“i’d offer you some, but i ate it already.”

“give it to me now.”

sloth

“can we just cuddle?”

“sorry, i was up all night.”

“i think i need to lie down.”

“coffee, please.”

“this bed is the most comfortable thing i’ve ever encountered.”

“wait for me, tiny legs.”

“why are you so tired?”

wrath

“tell me you’re lying.”

“go fuck yourself.”

“if i could roll my eyes I would.”

“you’re ridiculous.”

“i can’t believe you told him/her”

“don’t touch me.”

“calm down.”

envy

“is there anything you can’t do?”

“you’re jealous aren’t you?”

“what can i say, i envy you.”

“fuck him/her and her/his perfect body.”

“why are you a perfectionist?” 

“i can’t help it.”

“guess what i got?”

pride

“what can i say? i rule.”

“get over yourself.”

“i’m fairly good at ____.”

“but can you do it with no hands?”

“oh, of course you can do it with no hands too.”

“take your pride elsewhere.”

“you can’t see it, but i’m rolling my eyes.”

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heartshapcd​:

kitty’s stomach couldn’t help but rumble at the mention of her favourite food, and she raised an eyebrow, tightening her hand around silas’ arm. “i could maybe go for chinese,” she conceded, though anxiety about the evening’s event had kept her from eating all day. “you got wine? it feels like a wine night,” kitty continued as she headed back up the stairs at silas’ side, dodging other guests and waving off anyone who seemed likely to head in their direction. silas had one thing right: she’d been smiling all night, real and feigned, and her face was starting to hurt. a break, even with one of her least favourite people, was probably at least a half step better than being here.

a night full of drunken giggles shared with kitty wasn’t really what he’d been expecting when he’d invited her over, but the evening had been surprisingly nice. sure, they still obviously hated each other, but... it had been a nice break from the fighting. what he’d expected even less, however, was to wake up to four missed calls from his publicist. when he opened his phone, the articles and notifications came pouring in, all accusations and questions about his ‘love life’ with ms. kitty white. they’d been spotted getting cozy on the carpet, with kitty fixing his necklace being a major factor, and apparently them leaving early together was the craziest idea anyone had ever heard of, based on how much people were freaking out about it. the headache started to settle in, and it settled in hard, but silas knew it wasn’t just because of how much he’d had to drink last night.  once he was dressed, he made his way over to his publicist’s office building, stopping short when he saw kitty waiting in the lobby. “wha... hey. what are you doing here?” he lowered his sunglasses and held out his iced coffee, offering her a sip as he sat down beside her. “i didn’t think we shared a publicist.” maybe he should have actually read the full e-mail he’d been sent, and not just skimmed to the part that said what time his meeting was. “how’s your head? did you see what they’re saying about us? we’re like, all over the news.”

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kitty’s tub of popcorn was still half full as the lights came up, having been mildly distracted for the second half of the screening. she popped a handful of kernels in her mouth and reached for her clutch, tucking it under her arm before she made to stand. “you? you’re having an after party?” kitty squinted at silas under the theater’s fluorescent lighting, trying to determine whether this was some kind of trick or prank. she couldn’t very well say no to a party; being one of the stars of the show, she ought to put in an appearance, and besides, she could really use a drink. “who’s gonna be there?” kitty asked thoughtfully, reaching up to tug on one of her curls as though she was really considering it hard. whether the party was real or not, silas would probably have alcohol, and kitty very badly needed to blow off some steam after the stress of pilot season.

silas instinctively held his arm out for kitty to hold onto as he stood with her, helping her to balance in her heels. “uh... well, let’s just say that your attendance would double the size of the thing.” he shrugged, wiping the popcorn butter off his hands and onto his pants. “but i mean, come on, what would you rather do? be forced to socialize with all these people at an uncomfortable get-together, or come get plastered with me and stuff our faces with porkbuns? my apartment is right down the street from this place that makes the best ones, i’ve pretty much started living off them since i moved in last month.”