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// Sorry for the lack of activity lately, guys. I've been working 12-hour days and trying to balance that with school and some shitty brain chemistry. I'll be back soon <3

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Send me, "So... you wanna make out?" to see how my muse reacts.

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 Tennessee Williams, “The Resemblance Between a Violin Case and a Coffin”

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"Where were you?"

"You’re going to laugh at me if I tell you," She chuckles as she comes in from getting her glasses fixed. Again. 

It’s getting to the point where the opticians know her by name, and to make matters worse, they already start filling out insurance forms for new frames the minute they see her walk into the office. The receptionist at the desk this morning had given her quite the judgemental look, and suggested that maybe she consider stronger frames, or cheaper ones. That way, she would either have to replace them less, or if she continued to break them, they wouldn’t be as expensive.

"Did I miss something important?"

Her brow furrows in confusion as she quickly scans her mental agenda, searching for any sign of a missed date or important meeting. 

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Nah, I won't take Sarah's cake. Maybe you and I can make one together another time, though. Ouh! Or we could make cupcakes, and then all of us could have our own little mini cake.

You're gonna let me lick the spoon? That's the best part! Don't you want to?

Good. More sugar is always better. Yes. Is for Sarah. But you can have some too. All done stirring. Want to lick spoon?

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Send me a…

— 〆 for a childhood story — ღ for a drabble about a romance/their love life — ⌆ for a story about their family/home life — € for a bad memory that still haunts them — ✢ for a good memory that makes them smile

Or…

Send me a name/place/event or situation from my character’s past and they will just talk about that one thing.

Peek into my character's past!

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Send me a sentence for my muse's reaction

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Can you be anymore obvious?"

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”



”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Like you even care."

"Little too late, don't you think?"

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Obviously there is something between us."

"Of all the things i've heard, that hurt the most."

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Quiet, I am trying to think."

"Relax, I have a plan."

"Really?"

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Unbelievable. I can't believe you right now."

"Very good, you had me fooled."

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird."

"You’re under arrest."

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"No Escape"

A little yelp finds its way past Cosima's lips as an unexpected pair of arms wrap themselves around her shoulders. Her initial thought is who's touching me and why, but she turns just enough to see the cheeky little smile on Beth's face. 

"What are you doing?" She asks, laughing as she tries to wriggle free of the police officer's grip. "As far as I know, I haven't committed any crimes! Maybe you should be hunting down the creators of that fake strawberry flavor - they're the ones who should be arrested!" 

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Send me "No Escape" for my muse's reaction to yours trapping them between their arms.

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This is what liquid crystal DNA looks like

These fascinating images, that on first inspection look like a Grateful Dead gatefold, are actually liquid DNA molecules crystallizing. They were captured by the artist and biochemist Linden Gledhill for a new project called MSSNG.

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Cladogenetic tree of representatives of all living organisms.

High-res PDF

Via Texas Citizens for Science

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"Just take a few deep breaths, try not to get too ahead of yourself here. I know it's difficult, but... let's try not to freak out until we get the ball rolling, okay?" She sighs a little, shoving what ever thoughts she might have about the matter aside until she starts to believe her own optimism. 

"You're a fantastic mother, you know." The words are soft, honest. They're not a question, either. Their is no doubt in Cosima's mind that Sarah is the best mother possible to her daughter, who practically worships the ground the punky clone walks on. 

She knows Sarah's scared. She can almost see the cogs turning a mile a minute in her head, but chooses to let it be. Asking too many questions and trying too hard to help might end up being overwhelming instead of actually being helpful. She's scared, too, though if she admits it to herself, she'll never be able to follow through with all of this.

"What do you need?" She opts to ask that instead of the typical 'what can I do'. She already knows what she can do, what she's now promised to do. The seriousness of it will hit her again later, in the wee hours of the morning, when she's pouring over slides and her near-sighted eyes are nearly stuck in a squinting position from studying the microscopic detail. 

Listening to Cosima, her fingertips slip under her collar.  She tugs, once, twice.”- feels like I got a bloody dog collar around my neck,” dipping her gaze back down at the amber liquid tilting back toward her, Sarah pulls it to her lips for a sip. It burns, sweet and stinging, soothing the harsh sensation she feels growing with emotions. She doesn’t want to get herself into this shit… of medical tests and whatnot, but what choice does she have? Sarah has to give up. She can’t just ignore it this time.”Yeah, no, she’s been through enough… I want Kira safe. She’s… she’s all ‘at matter, Cos. And if runnin’ my DNA t’see wha’ I have can help keep her safe, and as far away as this shitestorm we’re dealin’ with…. ‘m willin’ to do it.”

"M’yeah… I know." she quietly replies, and drops her head between her hands, thumbs massaging at the temples.  Forehead creasing with effort and fatigue, Sarah tries not to think about the what if’s of the situation, but it failed her. The only good thing she finds from this situation; is that if she were to die… Siobhan would take care of her daughter. She always do.

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I think it tastes fine, but I suppose a little more sugar couldn't hurt. 

Are you making it for any particular reason?

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              Am making cake. Think it needs more sugar.

            Taste it. Needs more. Yes?

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"You have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen."

"Really? I mean, um, thanks." A light blush dusted her cheeks, and she couldn’t help but smile a little wider.

She pushed her glasses a little higher onto her nose and shrugged a little, unsure of what to say. She’d never spoken to this girl before, and such a bold compliment in the first seconds of conversation caught her off guard.

"I’m Cosima, by the way." 

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You’re a roleplayer

We can plot

We can be friends

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My muse wakes up from a horrible nightmare, how does yours comfort mine?

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"I'm still unclear on what I'm suppose to try."

A bright, almost musical laugh bubbled past her lips as she spoke. “They’re called Eskimo Pies, Delphine. It’s like an ice cream bar, okay? But with a chocolate coating. It’s the best.” She had, brought a box with her, of course. It was sticking out of her bag, and she handed it to Delphine with an expectant smile.

"Après vous," She said, her terrible attempt at French being an effort to make the blonde woman smile. Sometimes she tried to say little things in French, and it was only ever to see the look on Delphine’s face. Sometimes it was disbelief, other times she just burst into laughter, and Cosima liked those times the most.