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It’s been a few days and I realized I hadn’t set this up in a queue or anything! Just a reminder that I’ve moved, should you wish to follow me!

Moved!

Okay, guys, it was time I’d bit the bullet and just did it!

I’ve moved this blog to a main account. The blog has the same name, I’m still justmilah, I’ve just…moved.

I’ve just been doing a lot more with her and liking posts and everything as Eugene just felt…weird.

And I figured I should move her while this blog is still smallish :D

I’ve tried following a lot of people I follow here, but if I’ve missed you feel free to follow there!

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Moved!

Okay, guys, it was time I’d bit the bullet and just did it!

I’ve moved this blog to a main account. The blog has the same name, I’m still justmilah, I’ve just...moved.

I’ve just been doing a lot more with her and liking posts and everything as Eugene just felt...weird.

And I figured I should move her while this blog is still smallish :D

I’ve tried following a lot of people I follow here, but if I’ve missed you feel free to follow there!

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sxmethingbreaking:

Cora didn’t have an answer to Milah’s question. In truth, she suspected this place was not functioning as it was intended. A better place did exist, after all, and Cora knew it was possible to get there. ‘Unfinished business’ was what trapped them here. Trouble was, it was impossible to finish that business. 

“Most of their deaths were…traumatic,” Cora said in a low voice. She glanced down at the glass now full of orange juice, and sighed. “They can’t rest, and Hades won’t let them try.”

As if there weren’t enough reasons to hate the bastard. He found ways to torture them all, Cora knew it well enough, but he did seem to take special delight in tormenting her. Cora couldn’t think what she’d done to incur his wrath in particular. She didn’t fight it anymore, however. It was deserved. 

Cora kept her darker thoughts to herself while her companion argued with the bartender- Liam. Cora had never known her old traveling partner had a brother. The world was small. The afterlife even smaller.

Cora let Milah clink their glasses, and actually drank this time. Orange juice, however juvenile it seemed, was a delicacy to Cora’s mind. Always had been. It wasn’t the same down here, nothing was. It had an almost ashen flavor- probably a result of using dead oranges to make- but it was still better than that alcoholic swill. 

“I know it’s possible to move on,” Cora said, her voice dropping lower to a conspiratorial whisper. “There’s a cave not far from town. It contains the bridge to heaven and hell. But heaven never opens.”

Milah shook her head. The part of her that had been a decent mother balked at the idea of children trapped here. It was that same part of her that kept her going through the job, even when the odd one or two would go missing. (She suspected the proprietor of the diner...) “A part of me hopes they’re mostly lost boys from Neverland. But even still. Despite whatever they may have done, they’re still just...babies.”

The weird banter she had with Liam had more or less kept her as sane as one could be down here, especially with souls as old as theirs.

(Of course, she still believed that if they’d met while alive, they wouldn’t have gotten along at all.)

She sipped her orange juice, accustomed to that slightly off-flavor, the alcohol from earlier quickly leaving her system.

Her eyes widened as she leaned forward. “It’s possible? Have you seen it?” She looked around, satisfied that everyone else seemed too wrapped up in their own misery to pay them any attention. “Why won’t heaven open?”

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Going through drafts and getting those done!

After that, I’m gonna be focusing on what I’ve slowly been working on.

I’m moving this blog to a main blog. This one will still be here for archival purposes, just under a new name.

(right now, if you find yourself friended by justmilah-a, that’s the temporary name I have for it.)

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Todd moved forward, putting a gentle hand on her arm. “I know you can Mama. And maybe you could show me around your studio again too. Your paintings are still as beautiful as those drawings you did.”

Milah stared down at her son, still not quite used to the idea that he was here. Her smile was slow, a habit she’d fallen out of, but still genuine as she wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close.

“I would love to. I’ve had awhile to learn. And I do believe I’m realizing where the influence for a lot of them came from now.”

But first, clothing was a priority. She removed a long coat from its hook and draped it over his shoulders. “There. It isn’t quite chilly enough for this, but at least you won’t be wandering around in...white.”

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To this day I blame myself.

(via yoursixwordstory)

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Women: the softest creatures with the strongest bite.

N.M.Sanchez (via wnq-writers)

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See? I told you it wasn’t me. Ah, I mean, whoever sent it wasn’t me.

ALL THE THREADS!

(Yes to everything. All the yes! And ug that song. Listening to it now again.)

justmilah for the thingy! /-totally not justmilah. insert mustache icon!

SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING;

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Do I Follow Them?:Fuck yes

Why Did I Follow Them?: Cause MILAH HELLO!

Do We Role Play?: yes

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: We need more!

An AU Idea For Our Muses: Milah lives and Millian is canon and happy

A Song For Our Muses:��What Hurts the Most

Do I Ship Our Muses?: Millian is love. Millian is life

What I Think About The Mun: I adore them

Overall Opinion: -INHUMAN SCREAM-

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I have a pillow thief.

Felicity, my adorable Frankenkitty with her tortie cuteness and tabby hind leg, has won this round.

But oh, just you wait, kitty! Next time!

…You will win again because you’re just so cute ;.;

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Haha.  I’m dead. 

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This edition of ‘Modern Liam Jones’ is entirely the fault of @queen-mabs-revenge and her Liam spiral she sucked me into over the weekend.  Ok, but does anyone else have a MIGHTY need for a Jones boys/Kingsman au right now?  Liam would totally rock the dapper refined gentleman spy and Killian could be the volatile little brother whom Liam mentors and nominates for the open position; not so secretly hoping he can bloody pull himself together and make it through the elimination rounds. 

‘Manners maketh man’ is just another version of ‘good form,’ after all.

Keep reading

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canon: gives no information on a character except for a name and sparse backstory

me: mine now

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So I’m 99% sure I have most the stuff I owe in drafts? But my brain’s being melty.

So, like for a starter, because that makes sense? (Sideblog/multimuses comment with who! With whom? Which is it?)

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otp meme: [2/3] heartbreaking scenes

Firebird (5x20)

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Rick lifting, throwing, catching Evy - requested by @mistress-light

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myxownxpath:

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“Are you sure that you don’t want me to steal some money from the mayor for this? I can get in and out quick. I doubt she’ll notice.”

Milah smiled at her son. (Her beautiful boy who kept the voices quiet.)

“I’m sure, little kit. Should we require the...aid of the mayor, I can think of other ways she could be useful.”

For what she did. How dare she. Kill her!

No!

(Her beautiful boy who usually kept the voices quiet.) 

“As it is, I can afford to get you...something else to wear.”

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Have your muse confess anonymously their thoughts about my muse!

It’s up to the asker to reveal their muse!