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guess who archived her blog? all memes and drafts are being transferred, i’ll repost the starter call.

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guess who archived her blog? all memes and drafts are being transferred, i’ll repost the starter call.

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guess who archived her blog? all memes and drafts are being transferred, i’ll repost the starter call.

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guess who archived her blog? all memes and drafts are being transferred, i’ll repost the starter call.

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      flowers  grow  back  after  being  stepped  on,  so  will  i.  independent, private & highly selective mixed media multi blog, as told by mari.

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guess who archived her blog? all memes and drafts are being transferred, i’ll repost the starter call.

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EVERYBODY!!!!! happy first day of shooting bton s3!!!!!!!!!

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there’s something so similar and yet so different about the duarte and the archeron sisters and i really need to sit and think about this.

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FT.  EDDIE  DIAZ.

“you can’t be here.”  /  @enternecers

“come on!” he snaps. later, he’ll regret it. later, he might be rational. later, he’ll be the calm and collected version of himself that he takes pride in being. that others expect of him. but right now isn’t later. right now, buck’s somewhere in the hospital, left bleeding and bruised. surrounded by strangers who will call him evan; whose only history and knowledge of buck will be the cold reading of his hospital chart. “please - you have to let me back there. you have to let me in,” he insists. 

       his  reaction  does  not  come  as  a  surprise,  not  at  all.  april  has  been  working  on  trauma  long  enough  to  be  used  to  this.  stubborn  friends  and  family  members  who  do  not  want  to  listen  to  reason.  she  understands.  not  due  to  her  perspective  as  a  doctor  but  because  she  has  been  on  the  other  side  too.  it  still  pulls  at  her  heartstrings,  thinking  back  to  when  it  was  someone  she  loved  behind  those  doors.  still,  it  does  not  change  her  answer.  ❝  sir?  firefighter...  ❞  she  pauses  for  a  second,  reading  the  name  tag  on  his  gear.  ❝  firefighter  diaz,  yes?  look,  i  cannot  let  you  in  there.  but  i  can  promise  to  keep  you  updated.  you  just  have  to  let  us  all  do  our  jobs  and  trust  us.  can  you  do  that  for  me?  ❞

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wanting a new blog and new tags and a new aesthetic vs the laziness of redoing my carrd and moving threads

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𝐀  𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘  𝐈𝐍:  𝙷𝙾𝚆  𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂  𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙸  𝚁𝚄𝙽  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝:  it honestly depends on what is going on in my life. i do try to always have something on my queue, but you might be waiting a few weeks or months for a reply. though you might also receive it instantly as well. because i have the muse and i know what i want to write, i just don’t have time to sit down and do it. basically, be patient with me please?

𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬:  i’ve made a post about this before, but i do have a tendency to reply faster to the people i’m close to ooc. that said, i’ll always reply ooc on discord faster than i’ll reply to things ic on the dash. discord is fast and easier and mobile friendly. so come chat with me and i promise to keep you entertained with headcanons and gifsets and random thoughts.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:  i rarely post starter calls anymore, unless i want something very specific to write (cue my ocs only starter call i just posted.) your best bet is to send me a meme or have me send you memes which i’ll inevitably reply and turn into a thread (it is why i have so many drafts too.)

𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱:  the way to my heart is memes. send 3, send 13, send 33. i love memes and i love using them to develop things and test chemistry and put our muses in 923982 different universes together. that said, i am a meme hoarder. i emptied out my inbox but i still saved some on my google spreadsheet alongside other archives’ and old blogs’ memes. so really, this is a big box of surprises to you.

𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲:  i’ve been on indie for too long now (on and off), to the point where i am highly selective for my own comfort. i do not want to surround myself with people who do not bring me joy. if i don’t think we’d vibe, i won’t follow/follow back. if i change my mind about our vibes, i’ll soft block. it’s just... very marie kondo. that said, i used to be a huge bitch about aesthetics and ain’t nobody got time for that. i just cannot for the life of me follow people who do not cut posts or tag their posts. it makes me anxious.

𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭:  it exists and it will probably always exist because i am a thirsty and needy *lowers voice* bitch. but i rarely get things from it. maybe change that? *wink wink*

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞:  i am severely intimidated by how talented all my mutuals are and i am terrified of scaring people away by my talkative awkwardness. that said, once we do start talking and find our pace? you’ll always have a friend in me, regardless of how much we actually write. it just sometimes takes a while to get there. don’t give up on me?

tagged: i stole from the dash!

tagging: whoever wants to do this!

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    𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥.  i  know  i  said  i  was  overwhelmed  with  drafts,  which  i  am,  but  i  miss  writing  my  ocs  so  this  is  a  starter  call  specific  for  my  ocs  (  fandomless  or  fandom  specific.  )

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&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  fluffy  dialogue  prompts  so  soft,  so  sweet,  just  for  you!  )

❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜

❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜

❛ you got me flowers? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ aw, did you miss me? ❜

❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜

❛ wait, you think i’m cute? ❜

❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ good morning, sleeping beauty. ❜

❛ it’s better with you here. ❜

❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜

❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜

❛ don’t be a stranger, okay? ❜

❛ i haven’t laughed like this in a long time. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜

❛ i knew you would be here. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜

❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜

❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜

❛ i’m not giving up on you. ❜

❛ is that my shirt? ❜

❛ this is a good look for you. ❜

❛ pinky promise? ❜

❛ c’mere, you. ❜

❛ honey, i’m home! ❜

❛ you remembered? ❜

❛ you’re my family too. ❜

❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜

❛ i’m here for you. don’t forget that. ❜

❛ you’re the only thing that matters. ❜

❛ was that your first kiss? ❜

❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. ❜

❛ you always see the good in people. even me. ❜

❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜

❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜

❛ thanks to you, i know what it means to love again. ❜

❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜

❛ i’m just glad you’re okay. ❜

❛ here we are, home sweet home. ❜

❛ thanks for being here with me. ❜

❛ seeing you happy is all that matters. ❜

❛ keep it. it looks better on you. ❜

❛ i couldn’t stop missing you if i tried. ❜

❛ you feel like home to me. ❜

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important  things  to  note  about  my  interpretation  of  vickie:

i will not be using amy/beth as her fc, but rather dan/ielle ro/se russ/ell because i think she suits my vickie better.

her full name is victoria shannon moore. she is a senior. she has a younger brother and an older sister. sister is married with a two year-old niece, who vickie is always taking care of during her free time, brother is a sophomore in high school (probably in the basketball team.)

vickie is not a carbon copy of ro/bin. while she does tend to ramble a lot, it is because she is a social butterfly. she is in band, student government, debate, and many other clubs. she is very rachel berry-esque in that sense, filling her time with clubs so she does not miss her father too much (her dad who died in season three during the mall incident.) 

despite being a huge nerd, vickie is secretly a fashion designer on the side and she makes her own clothes and wants to work with this one day. all her clothes are vickie moore’s originals. she plans to move to new york too.

she is pansexual and while she does not fully comprehend that, she does understand that she has felt attraction to all genders and it is all very confusing. despite her ex, vickie has also kissed a few other boys and one girl. the girl was during a summer trip to california (after s3.)

she is incredibly stubborn and a perfectionist and between her dad dying and her newfound attraction for women, vickie has been spiraling a lot and trying her hardest not to lose it. it is also why she is so agitated. also, she does not think the news/cops are telling the truth about her dad’s death because he was acting weird before he died and he forgot his wedding anniversary with her mom (and he would never forget that.)

she did not have a boyfriend during vol 2. what she did have was an ex-boyfriend who was in town for spring break and they were clinging onto each other due to familiarity. they broke up right after her dad died in s3 because she could not stomach dating someone on top of her grief but they remained friends. she did not think much of it until robin saw them and she realized perhaps she had moved on while her ex had been away.

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FT.  WILL  BYERS.

@enternecers​    ♡   →   will & max.

               ❝   it’s   nothing.   ❞      homework   papers   QUICKLY   cover   the   drawings   he   was   doing.      the   older   he   gets,   the   less   he   wants   his   art   displayed   or   shown   to   others.      ESPECIALLY   his   friends   these   days.      things   just   seemed…   OFF,   at   least   to   will.      all   of   them   were   in   relationships,   well,   max   and   lucas   were   on   again   off   again   every   other   week,   but   STILL.      he   didn’t   understand   it,   didn’t   LIKE   it,   and   he   felt   so…      ISOLATED   from   his   own   friends.      ❝   just   some   dumb   doodles,   nothing   special.   ❞

      she  knows  she  is  lucky.  not  about  most  things  in  her  life,  definitely  not  about  her  new  step-brother  or  moving  to  hawkins.  but  her  friends?  max  is  definitely  lucky  about  that.  will,  lucas,  dustin,  el  and  mike  -  even  steve,  jonathan,  nancy  and  erica.  they  are  a  family,  bonded  by  the  adventures  they  had  been  on.  truth  be  told,  the  redhead  has  never  had  many  friends,  always  choosing  to  be  alone.  but  it  feels  different  with  the  party.  it  is  why  she  keeps  on  trying  harder  /  determined  not  to  ruin  everything  &  determined  to  make  this  work.  ❝  just  some  doodles?  i’ve  seen  some  of  your  drawings  before,  i  think  they’re  pretty  great.  i  cannot  draw  for  the  life  of  me.  i  mean,  i  can  doodle  but...  you  know,  it’s  how  i  know  those  are  not  doodles.  not  that  i  saw!  but  i’d  like  to.  ❞  a  hint  of  a  blush  warms  her  cheeks,  light  hues  falling  shut.  why  is  she  so  bad  at  this?  ❝  sorry.  i  just  think  your  sketches  are  cool.  ❞

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FT.  MAX  MAYFIELD.

𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚂𝟺 ,          sent by @upsidetowns​​ .

❝ how are you feeling today? ❞ 

she hates this part — the one where they all feign concern,  gather round and tend to open wounds max can’t even see.  she knows what they must be thinking,  how they all look at her when she enters a room;  she thinks it too.

she’s always admired nancy,  catching glimpses whenever she was at the wheeler house.  but rarely did she ever converse with the other — even after everything that had happened,  everything that still lingers and follows her around like a bad smell,  still stuck beneath her nails unable to ever be clean no matter how much or how hard she scrubbed with soapy water.     “fine.”     nonchalant,  a shrug,  hands clasped together and caught between her legs as she sits on the wheeler couch,  finally turning her head to look up at the other and a part of max can’t help but ache;  whether it’s being seen — to be held,  she’s unsure.     “we don’t have to do this.  i can always wait outside if you want me to.”     another shrug,  the nerves beginning to eat away at her.  where were they?  she was supposed to meet the boys here and retreat to mike’s basement where she’d cower away in the corner listening to her headphones while they went over whatever shenanigans had happened in hellfire club. 

      it  has  never  been  easy  to  her,  accepting  the  fact  her  brother  and  his  friends  had  gotten  involved  with  the  upside  down.  the  fact  it  all  went  beyond  will’s  kidnapping,  that  there  had  been  so  much  danger.  even  now,  when  they  are  all  on  the  same  page,  it  still  pulls  at  her  heartstrings.  they  are  all  too  young  for  this.  nancy  has  never  dared  voice  her  opinions  though.  she  can  barely  go  a  day  without  arguing  with  mike  and  she  knows  there  is  no  point  in  telling  them  all  to  be  safe.  they  will  not,  much  like  she  cannot.  does  not  mean  she  has  stopped  caring,  if  anything  she  cares  even  more.  even  about  maxine,  the  girl  who  entered  their  lives  and  got  caught  in  the  hurricane  before  anyone  could  have  braced  her  for  impact.  she  thinks  of  billy  and  how  much  she  did  not  like  the  guy  /  does  not  mean  max  should  have  lost  her  step-brother.  

       head  shakes  almost  instantly,  lips  curling  up  in  a  soft  smile.  ❝  nonsense.  why  would  i  make  you  wait  outside  when  there’s  a  perfectly  good  couch  here?  ❞  nancy  asks,  licking  her  lips  as  blue  hues  roam  the  living  room.  ❝  have  you  talked  to  el  lately?  i  can’t  imagine  it’s  easy  being  the  only  girl  again.  ❞

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FT.  BENEDICT  BRIDGERTON.

IT’S  HARD  FOR  HIM  TO  IMAGINE  her  not  taking  compliments  ,  as  beautiful  &  charming  as  she  is  —————–  knowing  it’s  his  brothers  fault  just  draws  a  frown  to  the  bridgerton’s  lips  ;  ANTHONY  HAD  A  WAY  OF  CRUSHING  GIRL’S  ESTEEMS  ,  that  much  he  was  sure  of    !        {  said  with  brotherly  love  ,  of  course  !   }           ❝         i  quite  enjoy  your  candor  ,  miss  edwina.       ❞             there’s  no  hesitance  in  that  fact  ———-  he’s  always  found  it  refreshing  to  speak  to  those  who  didn’t  use  pomp  &  circumstance  every  moment  of  the  day.            EXHAUSTING  !       

❝      I’D  BE  MORE  THAN  HAPPY  TO  PAY  YOU  AS  MUCH  ATTENTION  AS  YOU’D  LIKE.      ❞             a  soft  grin  plays  at  his  lips  ,  cocking  heavily  upward  to  one  side.           his  playful  ,  crooked  grin  !          ❝     no  need  to  thank  me  —–  i  assure  you.        IT’S  MY  PLEASURE  TO  SPEND  EVERY  BREATH  I  TAKE  ON  COMPLIMENTS  FOR  YOU  IF  I  GET  THE  OPPORTUNITY.      ❞

      he  is  quite  as  good  with  words,  perhaps  even  better  than  anthony  himself.  the  power  of  a  bridgerton  man’s  charm  has  affected  her  once  before,  it  is  no  wonder  miss  edwina  sharma  finds  herself  drawn  to  benedict  as  well.  yet  she  knows  he  is  not  his  brother,  nor  should  she  judge  his  attention  and  words  through  the  broken  lens  left  behind  by  anthony  in  the  awaking  of  his  dormant  feelings  for  her  sister.  does  not  make  it  any  easier  to  avoid  the  comparisons,  however  unfair  it  might  be.  they  are  completely  different  though,  whatever  charm  they  might  share.  anthony  the  dutiful  one,  benedict  the  artist.  they  see  the  world  differently  &  one  can  only  hope  they  see  her  differently  too.  ❝  you  may  call  me  edwina,  mr.  benedict.  we  are,  after  all,  practically  family  now,  ❞  she  whispers,  smile  shining  ever  more  brightly.  

       cheeks  burn  red  once  more,  head  shaking  quietly.  ❝  and  you  flatter  me,  my  lord.  though  i  am  certain  you  have  much  more  important  things  to  do  than  to  spend  every  breath  you  take  on  compliments  for  me.  while  appreciated,  i  would  much  rather  see  you  continue  to  work  on  your  art.  after  all,  there  are  only  so  many  compliments  a  woman  might  hear  before  they  get  to  her  head  and  there  are  not  nearly  enough  benedict  bridgerton  originals  in  the  museum  just  yet.  not  to  mention,  my  beauty  is  fleeting,  your  art  is  not.  ❞